<?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-6728961639962875229</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:38:59.804+08:00</updated><category term='w'/><title type='text'>Fung&amp;&amp;Bi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728961639962875229.post-6927604463607921146</id><published>2010-02-18T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:12:25.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpTX_of6rxQ/S3wjdTY9rGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZPXtcsauBpg/s1600-h/n746225173_5092664_4519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpTX_of6rxQ/S3wjdTY9rGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZPXtcsauBpg/s400/n746225173_5092664_4519.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439261436284873826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-6927604463607921146?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6927604463607921146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=6927604463607921146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6927604463607921146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6927604463607921146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3 Fungiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209328019767551981</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/_XpTX_of6rxQ/S3wjdTY9rGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZPXtcsauBpg/s72-c/n746225173_5092664_4519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728961639962875229.post-8941376243597902740</id><published>2008-12-06T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:22:11.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After So Long</title><content type='html'>oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;this. is one old blog.&lt;br /&gt;we have not updated in what?  four months?&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pretty tho... A reminder of what we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of deleting this.&lt;br /&gt;but then I realized... It has been here since we were year 8&lt;br /&gt;and now we're in year 10&lt;br /&gt;for the shizzle as hell there has been alot of changes between us.&lt;br /&gt;both in our relationship&lt;br /&gt;and ourselves as individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I've decided to keep this here.&lt;br /&gt;For memories&lt;br /&gt;To treasure&lt;br /&gt;and who knows?&lt;br /&gt;when one day. IF one day you return back...&lt;br /&gt;It would still be here right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Bianca.&lt;br /&gt;I miss who you were&lt;br /&gt;who you used to be.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;And if you're happy. I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Relatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Xxxx&lt;br /&gt;Fung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-8941376243597902740?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8941376243597902740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=8941376243597902740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8941376243597902740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8941376243597902740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-so-long.html' title='After So Long'/><author><name>&amp;lt;3 Fungiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06209328019767551981</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-6728961639962875229.post-7349294402740768896</id><published>2008-07-30T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:36:28.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YO</title><content type='html'>FUNG.&lt;div&gt;how are you babes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow. its only been one week do you know that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time is going by toooooo slowly. its just like ugh.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if only i could sleep and let time pass even quicker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hows dancing dude..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does joshua practice? i hope so.... lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEED TO TALK TO PEOPLE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM DYING HERE FUNG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lolz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously man... its no fun spending this holiday with  people who aren't your best friends..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or boyfriend for the matter but yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to spend it with you guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its going to such a waste....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check out my blog for pics. hah. no one else knows the url.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves yous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-7349294402740768896?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7349294402740768896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=7349294402740768896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7349294402740768896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7349294402740768896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/yo.html' title='YO'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-5992356106320355623</id><published>2008-07-19T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:53:33.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bianca</title><content type='html'>Bianca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup. I know. I also should thank you for putting up with my crap.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, thats what makes the world to round rite?&lt;br /&gt;I should accept you as you. =]&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry too. Really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skype. LOL. you won't believe it. my name on skype? (search for me) fungasaures. LOL&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. yup sure. you can view the site.&lt;br /&gt;ALTHOUGH I must tell you. it's a bit... weird. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biancasmodestosbirthdayparrrty.piczo.com&lt;br /&gt;the passwords?&lt;br /&gt;to enter the first page: biancaisthebest&lt;br /&gt;to enter the rest: ilovebiancahoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. HOW original.&lt;br /&gt;I Still can't believe that it worked out okay. that you didnt find out&lt;br /&gt;boy. you are daft. :P :P&lt;br /&gt;all our whispering? our talking? seriously? you didnt suspect anything?&lt;br /&gt;i guess its pretty good that ur blur. or else it wouldnt have worked out. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not actualy sure whether i AM leaving or not. It was just to surprise you that you know. I'm not meant to be here. but I am.&lt;br /&gt;i actually probably would be leaving. Like at the begining of August or seomthing. But I have my piano competition and I'm goign to phuket. so im not too sure. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to do the movie thing. but can it just be a small group of us? maybe just us girls? cuz i have enough guy drama for a while.&lt;br /&gt;UNLESS 'HE' is coming of course. :P hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;sorry. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had  a EFFING awesome time bianca. THANK YOU. or rather THANK ME. =D&lt;br /&gt;but i had loads of fun. met so many awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;:P if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;other than the few awkward moments here and there. it was the best night ever.&lt;br /&gt;thanks bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-5992356106320355623?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5992356106320355623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=5992356106320355623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5992356106320355623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5992356106320355623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/bianca.html' title='Bianca'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-2325997854549695233</id><published>2008-07-15T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:05:56.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY</title><content type='html'>You ask &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Why can't I just cry out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Why can't just scream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;What is wrong with the world today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;For nothing is as it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You want to now what went wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why does it take so long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heal&lt;/span&gt; an aching &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt. AllItEverDoesIsHurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;TheLinesOfWords&lt;br /&gt;AndTheSpacesInBetween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What can be wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How did it go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;You try to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;But you're always standing still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;You try to run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;But you always find yourself back &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Why Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Can't I Just Forget.&lt;br /&gt;Just Forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Forget about the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;TheWholeDamnWorld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Why can I not care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Why does my heart still beat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why Can't I Let It Go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;GodSaveMe. Fy&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-2325997854549695233?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2325997854549695233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=2325997854549695233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2325997854549695233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2325997854549695233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/why.html' title='WHY'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-7103829545284244801</id><published>2008-07-12T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:16:32.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm proud of you too fungi.&lt;br /&gt;very proud.&lt;br /&gt;see?&lt;br /&gt;hard work pays off.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;something new to you huh.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;just joking.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;bi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-7103829545284244801?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7103829545284244801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=7103829545284244801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7103829545284244801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7103829545284244801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-proud-of-you-too-fungi.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-5481982442508204382</id><published>2008-07-11T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:53:23.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Dance</title><content type='html'>the adrenaline.&lt;br /&gt;it pumps through your veins and blood.&lt;br /&gt;your heart races and you can barely breathe.&lt;br /&gt;you feel as though you are on air and you have immense amount of energy&lt;br /&gt;you feel no pain and you feel no weariness.&lt;br /&gt;you just dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;just the feeling of being up there. was good enough&lt;br /&gt;I almost didnt want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud that we got first place&lt;br /&gt;I could not stop screaming when the results were announced.&lt;br /&gt;the 18 hour practice in one week.&lt;br /&gt;the leg pains.&lt;br /&gt;the tireness.&lt;br /&gt;the stress.&lt;br /&gt;it all payed off within just 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;we were all so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Fy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-5481982442508204382?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5481982442508204382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=5481982442508204382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5481982442508204382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5481982442508204382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-dance.html' title='Just Dance'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-269635289806011843</id><published>2008-07-09T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:56:21.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelations.</title><content type='html'>It's not a sin fungi.&lt;br /&gt;It's a gift.&lt;br /&gt;God gave us the gift of life. &lt;br /&gt;Use it wisely.&lt;br /&gt;Use it so that life is an advantage not you.&lt;br /&gt;So that we can live and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;To, obviously, a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a short skirt is not a sin. &lt;br /&gt;Unless your boyfriend, thinks otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly making out with someone is not a sin.&lt;br /&gt;Except I'd rather spend MY make-out sessions with someone I love *hint hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around in your underwear with your face painted blue, fung, is not a sin.&lt;br /&gt;I'd just prefer to show my underwear to people I actually KNOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again thats my P.O.V. ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about loving the debating debacle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life's good. Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sign off,&lt;br /&gt;Dean Martin rocks. (quote Geoff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-269635289806011843?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/269635289806011843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=269635289806011843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/269635289806011843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/269635289806011843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/revelations.html' title='Revelations.'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-4964499834833732015</id><published>2008-07-06T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:20:15.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin</title><content type='html'>but then again. everyone has their little-girl insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling that way bi. its not that i want to. I just do. but im trying. trying my hardest. i think your right.&lt;br /&gt;who cares about how i look or how i dress? who cares?&lt;br /&gt;then again, its easier said than done. because everytime you look into a mirror you think. "why?" why these pair of legs or why this face?&lt;br /&gt;its not that im devastatingly ugly. i know that.&lt;br /&gt;but it would be nice you know. haha. but i guess there is nothing i can do about. so why not just live? why not live?&lt;br /&gt;because bi, in this world, living is a sin.&lt;br /&gt;doing whatever you want, is a sin.&lt;br /&gt;if i wanted to go grab some random guy and make out with him. its a sin&lt;br /&gt;if i want to wear this ultra-tight mega short dress. its a sin&lt;br /&gt;if i want to paint my face blue or walk around in my underwear (not that i want to). its a sin.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how, its always a sin to live.&lt;br /&gt;since when? since when has it been a sin to live? to be different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna taste, hear, touch, savour, love.&lt;br /&gt;yet I don't know what I want at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Taste- what? Hear- what? Savour- what? Love- what?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sing, dance, draw, write, LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sing at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;Dance without a stop&lt;br /&gt;Write without a conscience.&lt;br /&gt;LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do so much and there's so little time.&lt;br /&gt;and you are right.&lt;br /&gt;Even if its a sin to live. who cares? who the heck cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much bi. I dont know where i'd be without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Fy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-4964499834833732015?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4964499834833732015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=4964499834833732015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4964499834833732015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4964499834833732015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/sin.html' title='Sin'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-5396533781829420098</id><published>2008-07-05T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:22:05.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life is meant to be lived. We, as individuals who have democratic rights, should control our lives. Life's so short. Anything could happen. Today, tomorrow, in a minute. Who knows? I don't want to live my life worrying about little things in my life. I want to live it like there's no tomorrow. So what if people think stuff about me. Stuff and bother. I don't care what they say or what they think, I'm just gonna put myself out there, have fun and chill. So what if they don't like the way I dance, or if my clothes aren't nice enough, or whatever. I don't give. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Fung. How are you? :) Live life the way you want to live it. Do whatever you want. Breathe. Enjoy. Savour. Flavours. Hahah. Who cares if they are prettier? I mean. Dude. People are individuals. Everyone's not created by God to look the same. We live by our own caliber. Our own standards. If we think we're pretty, we're pretty. And besides whats with all this material stuff anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is immaterial. I'm so contradicting sometimes. Hypocrite that I am. Anyways. I want to eat now. Rendang, nasi, telur, indo mee, roti planta, the crispy chinese thing i cant remember the name, and soya bean. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you fun-gi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-5396533781829420098?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5396533781829420098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=5396533781829420098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5396533781829420098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5396533781829420098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-7564887930456765414</id><published>2008-06-28T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T12:03:43.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Brown - Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;H2&gt; Two Songs You Just Simply Can't Do Without &lt;/H2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/X2IExa2A198' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/X2IExa2A198'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xLWKwORtK_g&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xLWKwORtK_g&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit goes to Arianna, my piece of gumball boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-7564887930456765414?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7564887930456765414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=7564887930456765414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7564887930456765414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7564887930456765414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/chris-brown-forever.html' title='Chris Brown - Forever'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-6283932675722221288</id><published>2008-06-26T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:09:32.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit Box Ness</title><content type='html'>The bitboxness is so cool. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wlm1yOL-xEg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wlm1yOL-xEg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-6283932675722221288?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6283932675722221288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=6283932675722221288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6283932675722221288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6283932675722221288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/bit-box-ness.html' title='Bit Box Ness'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-7428966800073322497</id><published>2008-06-25T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:37:31.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOPDI-FUCKING-HOO</title><content type='html'>NO MORE BRACES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPDI-FUCKING-HOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering cutting my hair short.&lt;br /&gt;votes?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;dont give.&lt;br /&gt;dont give.&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;no's in the lead. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i want to do it tho.&lt;br /&gt;but im afraid.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 fungi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-7428966800073322497?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7428966800073322497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=7428966800073322497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7428966800073322497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7428966800073322497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/whoopdi-fucking-hoo.html' title='WHOOPDI-FUCKING-HOO'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-3865588128162303164</id><published>2008-06-25T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:47:38.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Awaiting&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The vastness of the hours haunt my every hour.&lt;div&gt;The clenching and unclenching of the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gnashing of frustrated teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The silent surroundings wearing the silence out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't know how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every living moment I breathe for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I breathe as you breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I breathe because you breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't sleep at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My subconscious is filled with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living the imaginary worst case scenarios at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind is faltering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My body is weakening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My soul is fractured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do long distance relationships withstand the test of time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I can barely live on a 5 day old memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do people survive without their loved ones?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how great love is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what I seem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am no stronger than anyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hours are lengthening themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are elongating and suffocating me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dearly, pathetically. Forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come home to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is not worth living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing is worth doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breathing is not worth the effort anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My melodramatic language does not obscure my heart from its true self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help but proclaim to the world that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-3865588128162303164?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3865588128162303164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=3865588128162303164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/3865588128162303164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/3865588128162303164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/awaiting-vastness-of-hours-haunt-my.html' title='Awaiting'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-7042515344059204299</id><published>2008-06-21T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:58:24.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>136</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;136&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I miss him so much right now.&lt;div&gt;Harrrrrrrumph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just another what 136 hours to go as he says...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geek/freak that he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night Fungi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-7042515344059204299?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7042515344059204299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=7042515344059204299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7042515344059204299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7042515344059204299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/136.html' title='136'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-4017244271426327476</id><published>2008-06-21T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:59:12.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;H2&gt;Dance Quotes&lt;/H2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We dance for laughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We dance for tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We dance for madness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We dance for fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We dance for hopes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We dance for screams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We are the dancers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We create the dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dance isn't a form. It's a way of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;                                                                 ~ Anonymous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If dancing were any easier, it would be called football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;~ Anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When in doubt... dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;~ Anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px; font-family:helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat, your breathing. It's the rhythm &lt;br /&gt;of your life. It's the expression in time and movement, in happiness, &lt;br /&gt;joy, sadness and envy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px; font-family:helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;~ Jaques D'ambroise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-family:helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-family:helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-family:helvetica;"&gt;That's how we dancers feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-family:helvetica;"&gt;Constantly in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-family:helvetica;"&gt;Constantly aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-family:helvetica;"&gt;Constantly loving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-family:helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-family:helvetica;"&gt;B.&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/6728961639962875229-4017244271426327476?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4017244271426327476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728961639962875229.post-2846363840826480053</id><published>2008-06-21T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:01:24.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant Rave Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Rant Rave Rock&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rant to loosen our fibers of anger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rant to blanket our minds with a sheet of fog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rant to provide mental space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rave to dance, to sing, to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rave to, momentarily, forget everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rave to lose ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rock til 4 in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rock to dull the sharp pain wrenching across our hearts, threatening to tear us to pieces within seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rock to rant and rave at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-2846363840826480053?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2846363840826480053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=2846363840826480053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2846363840826480053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2846363840826480053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/rant-rave-rock.html' title='Rant Rave Rock'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-8610764226284832179</id><published>2008-06-19T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:41:38.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry</title><content type='html'>hahha. in chem class. again.&lt;br /&gt;cant view the vids here bi. something wrong with the dam net (like always) but will view it as soon as i get home today. =]&lt;br /&gt;swign dancing sounds awesome. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Bee Tee Double-ew. in ur previous post. titanic set sail in 1912 darling. not 1914.&lt;br /&gt;i thought u knew that?&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;i know i know. typo. haha&lt;br /&gt;come visit my other blog more often doodoo.&lt;br /&gt;you nvr comment.&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;and i dont wanna go to dam malay trip.&lt;br /&gt;also, did you know that an average woman uses 11,000 tampons in her lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder the industries are so rich. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;dont ask how i know this. its something to do with dioxin and chlorine project we're doing for chem now. haha&lt;br /&gt;oopsies. dont leave pq and trina doing all the work.&lt;br /&gt;ttyl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Fungus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-8610764226284832179?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8610764226284832179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728961639962875229.post-5693926664219475166</id><published>2008-06-18T17:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:31:48.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Blows Our Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ballroom Dancing - Latin&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So many types of dancing but this is by far my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;IDSF Grand Slam Latin Ballroom Dancesport Championship 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cPFopxqwA1s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cPFopxqwA1s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;International Ballroom ChaCha -Bryan Watson &amp;amp; Carmen Vincelj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISmOGkAniZ4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISmOGkAniZ4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;International Ballroom Jive - Bryan Watson &amp;amp; Carmen Vincelj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QdtgCYGKVb4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QdtgCYGKVb4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2&gt; Ballroom Dancing&lt;/h2&gt;I'm starting to discover the standard ballroom dancing dances. I love slow foxtrot because it always has great, smooth sounding music and the heel turns are fun. :P Waltz rocks too. I love the slow, graceful, poistureific thingy you always feel when you dance it... And tango is pretty awesome as well, but it's one of my least favorite of the ballroom dances though... I don't really like that whole sharp twitchy thing you have to do with your head and the slow, stunted footwork you have to execute... But I think my favorite has got to be quickstep. It's so fast! I j'adore it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kN7jEtwdIP0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kN7jEtwdIP0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slavik and Elena - Cha Cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dw9JmWplL68&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dw9JmWplL68&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Take The Lead - Tango Scene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6VvR3hkePI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6VvR3hkePI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; Street Dancing - Step Up 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another form of dance - this one leaves you *jaw dropped*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fv-cQrD4MS0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fv-cQrD4MS0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt; Jennifer Lopez - Im Glad (Flash Dance)&lt;/h2&gt;This video of J. Lo is a bit x-rated.&lt;br /&gt;The dance can be seen as "vulgar and clumsy" or strong and expressive, I go for the latter. &lt;div&gt;A blog post without J.Lo's I'm Glad video? No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/iyZr0xBUR_E" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed height="350" width="425" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/iyZr0xBUR_E"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt; Swing Dancing&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I just discovered swing dancing and it is the bomb. I mean, who knew people could do things like that with their body??? There are some pretty crazy swingin stuff shown in this 1941 movie... Hold on to your kedeedabdeiiis. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lindy Hop - Hellzapoppin (1941)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mTg5V2oA_hY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mTg5V2oA_hY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes Fungi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It IS majorly long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make up for all my non-updates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B.&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/6728961639962875229-5693926664219475166?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5693926664219475166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=5693926664219475166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5693926664219475166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5693926664219475166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/dancing-blows-our-minds.html' title='Dancing Blows Our Minds'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-8852219554144495959</id><published>2008-06-12T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:56:06.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. trying to change the blog skin again.&lt;br /&gt;template i mean&lt;br /&gt;but im in school rite know&lt;br /&gt;and the internet is so slow its not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;dont konw whats wrong with this.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its still taking forever, and i've yet to find a skin that i would like.&lt;br /&gt;well i found a skin that i would like, but not what bi would like.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;right. back to work.&lt;br /&gt;ttyl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 fungus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-8852219554144495959?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8852219554144495959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=8852219554144495959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8852219554144495959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8852219554144495959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-2892916707179463729</id><published>2008-06-09T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:16:55.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;br /&gt;www.exit-emergency.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;is the bald man's blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's damn retarded, he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. is good.&lt;br /&gt;Life's boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's bleurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;Arianna's here with me.&lt;br /&gt;She's looking like a pooppodam.&lt;br /&gt;ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i love her.&lt;br /&gt;you should hear her knock knock jokes.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate ict.&lt;br /&gt;its so boring.&lt;br /&gt;we're arguing about plural forms.&lt;br /&gt;can u believe it.&lt;br /&gt;get anymore boring and i swear. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh.&lt;br /&gt;and GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;some PEOPLE were so inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;and rampaged michelle's bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;and spilled ALL my cosmetics on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;when they had some FUN.&lt;br /&gt;in the sheetts.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;and theý wouldn't even tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.&lt;br /&gt;talk about inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;the sheets were all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;michelle's soft toys were like. uh. from one bed to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;and they were like so. dishelleved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love my doggie.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love fung.&lt;br /&gt;love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;bi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-2892916707179463729?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2892916707179463729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=2892916707179463729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2892916707179463729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2892916707179463729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-4835409054488153799</id><published>2008-06-09T08:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:01:19.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICT/MATHS</title><content type='html'>damn.&lt;br /&gt;ict sure is boring.&lt;br /&gt;we're studying about bits and bytes.&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriiousllyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;as if our quality of life is going to improve like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got these awesome maths pictures.&lt;br /&gt;here you goooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fractal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9_K9lkiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gSt74pE9BNY/s1600-h/fractal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9_K9lkiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gSt74pE9BNY/s320/fractal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209677393188721186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9_SAwQMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jbG1OBChJV8/s1600-h/japan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9_SAwQMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jbG1OBChJV8/s320/japan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209677395081052354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychedelic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9_uMLtDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8FhcBp2m8yM/s1600-h/psychedelic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9_uMLtDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8FhcBp2m8yM/s320/psychedelic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209677402645181490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9_1kMB4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/lfBE5jIxTlk/s1600-h/terrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9_1kMB4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/lfBE5jIxTlk/s320/terrain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209677404624914306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9mINeMtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Xf3tF3wz92Y/s1600-h/chaos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9mINeMtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Xf3tF3wz92Y/s320/chaos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209676962953310930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9mh3YZCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z0T7yeINAMU/s1600-h/explode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9mh3YZCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z0T7yeINAMU/s320/explode.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209676969839977506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9mnLAyNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HbO4LYiKzOw/s1600-h/formula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9mnLAyNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HbO4LYiKzOw/s320/formula.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209676971264493778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fractal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9m7XPofI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eXn-5yoeLP8/s1600-h/fractal%25202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9m7XPofI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eXn-5yoeLP8/s320/fractal%25202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209676976684507634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fractal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9nEmJm2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/zrXD5-OyAJI/s1600-h/fractal%25203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/SEx9nEmJm2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/zrXD5-OyAJI/s320/fractal%25203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209676979162946402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;i am THE math geek.&lt;br /&gt;and so he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;bi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-4835409054488153799?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4835409054488153799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=4835409054488153799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4835409054488153799'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-6965819464954819394?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6965819464954819394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=6965819464954819394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6965819464954819394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6965819464954819394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/ict.html' title='ICT'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-7087405500504185064</id><published>2008-06-03T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:34:02.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic</title><content type='html'>It's an online studying new technique I'm trying out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;What DO I know about the Titanic? It says on the revision sheet to have some BASIC knowledge about the sinking of the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the Titanic began its maiden -and no im not looking at my textbook fung - voyage on the 10th of April 1914 from Southampton in England to New York. Passengers believed this to be their ticket to a new life in a new world. But it sank guys - for those who don't already know :D - on the 14th April 1914, just 4 days after the start of its journey. There were altogether 2206 passengers on board, most of which are 3rd class passengers. I think 322 of them were 1st class passengers, 277 on 2nd class and the rest on 3rd class. And guess what? ONLY 32% of the passengers were rescued! Out of the 322 1st class passengers, 65% were rescued while only 25% of the 3rd class passengers were saved! Do you guys remember watching the movie Titanic? I hate to think Jack and Rose aren't real but unfortunately they aren't. So. Deal with it. ANYWAY. My point is that they locked the 3rd class passengers and prevented them from coming up to the front deck - as you might or might not know, the first class people always had the top deck then second class the middle deck and so on so forth. I think that was pretty cruel. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who was to blame? That's the main question here. Was it Bruce Ismay, the guy in charge of the White Star Line, the shipping company that owned Titanic? Rumours were that he pressurized Captain Smith, the captain of Titanic - obviously - to speed up. Why? Because he wanted to prove that his ship company was the best out of all the ships. So they were constantly at top speed - 20knots per hour. A witness said she heard them arguing about this the night before the disaster. That night the Titanic radio operator ignored all the ice warnings sent by the California, a nearby ship and actually asked him to shut up because he wanted some sleep! FRICK HIM. So at night the ship hit an iceberg. This ship was said to be unsinkable because 4 of the 16 compartments in the hull could be flooded with water and the ship still would not sink but the iceberg gashed through 5 compartments! Thus. The ship sank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person at blame was Captain Smith. Now. In my opinion I think he's the one most at blame here. He must have kept a lookout you know and not let that stoopid radio operator skive off like that. Captain Smith was said to be retiring soon and this was to be his last journey. He was said to have wanted to break a record and therefore kept the ship at top speed as well. If they had been going slower they might have been able to avoid the iceberg dont you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Harland and Woolf Shipyard in Belfast was where the Titanic was built. It was built at a cost of 1.5million pounds which would be equivalent to 222 million pounds now. Which is pretty wow. Now the problem with the manufacturing was that the steel used for the hull was found to be brittle in cold conditions such as the conditions on that night when the ship sank. ANd furthermore the rivets used for the compartments were investigated and found to be of very poor quality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Lord was captain of the California, the nearby ship. He said he saw the distress signals fired from the ship but though they were having a celebration! Geez. He didn't even check the radio for incoming messages. He didn't bother to go closer to the ship to check if it really was just a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the builder of the ship who instead of installing 32 lifeboats which would be enough for all the passengers only put in 20 because they wanted more room for the 1st class passengers' rooms!!! CAN YOU BELIVE IT. geez these old people sure are thick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think that should be about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you ladies and gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;good night now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'd better go back and study now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-7087405500504185064?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7087405500504185064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=7087405500504185064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7087405500504185064'/><link rel='self' 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ignore the feeling&lt;br /&gt;To let loose and shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dance for love and because of love&lt;br /&gt;We dance for passion and because of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beat you can't repress&lt;br /&gt;The call you can't not hear&lt;br /&gt;The longing you can't bury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dance and cry and laugh and hide ourselves&lt;br /&gt;We are different when on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;We are fun and irrepressible &lt;br /&gt;We are who we really want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No judgement.&lt;br /&gt;No boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;No correct answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just.&lt;br /&gt;Move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-4826925003496566233?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728961639962875229.post-6788963495276436606</id><published>2008-04-11T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:13:08.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOT to remind myself to paint my nails. and burn PQ's CD. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;man i hope i have enough songs. oh welllz.&lt;br /&gt;im so bored i cant believe it has taken me so long to update.&lt;br /&gt;update update update.&lt;br /&gt;so lazy nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;i really gotta stop being lazy. hhahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-6788963495276436606?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728961639962875229.post-3163455240873314046</id><published>2008-03-31T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:06:35.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. you wanna know wats funny?&lt;br /&gt;my mommy told me not to let andrew into my room.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;so we're gonna have to study outside.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;dont know why i find that hilarious but i do.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;oh me geee. their coming at liek 10 2morrow. how am i gonna wake up?&lt;br /&gt;*pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearts, fungi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-3163455240873314046?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728961639962875229.post-9078651976234393171</id><published>2008-03-31T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:37:31.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yup yup yup. reading AIRU's blog just made me feel like updating my blog. =D&lt;br /&gt;anyway. wats new? nothing really. life is soo boring.&lt;br /&gt;Bi and Andrew are coming over 2morrow. how do i know that this is gonna turn into a whole camwhoring-soul-bearing-tear-jerking days again? haha. should to prepare my eyes. =P&lt;br /&gt;I miss those two. too bad michelle cant come. or that would be great. =[&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;supposed study buddy session number 2. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;haih. holidays are coming ot and END. END i tell you END. and his are just starting. tell me what part of that is fair? What part? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Awww michelles complaining bout her dearie. LOL. i think they are just so DAM cute 2gether. LOL&lt;br /&gt;ADORABLENESSSSSSS =D =D&lt;br /&gt;to see them hold hands. you'd seriously MELT. their just so dam cute. HAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MING! (I just konw ur gonna read this LOL)&lt;br /&gt;cant decide whther to go out this sat with him. to jackies party. or to the whole euphoria thing. sigh. I shall decide tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;wanna know wat sucks? Bruno's starting to bite stuff. Now i have to put everything important out of his reach or that would be the end of it. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annyway. topic of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nail polish.&lt;/span&gt; (HA! randomness)&lt;br /&gt;why did i pick this topic i wonder? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;annyway. i just painted my nails this reddish brownish color. I think it looks cool. -] but some bits are getting chipped off and i got this color from michelle's house. so i can't repaint it. Sucks huh? oh well&lt;br /&gt;Nailpolish is meant to be poisonous you know. Its actually bad for ur nails. I dont get it. Why dont they make non poisonous nail polish than? since the technology and all is soo high tech? =[ oh well...&lt;br /&gt;okay. enough ranting. i shall not rant anymore. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Fung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-9078651976234393171?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9078651976234393171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=9078651976234393171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/9078651976234393171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/9078651976234393171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/yup-yup-yup.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-2030431006393520525</id><published>2008-03-28T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:20:15.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost.</title><content type='html'>yup im harmful. a disease. to you&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;a disease that you need to live. =D =D&lt;br /&gt;bacteria you know. but im a good bacteria. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;DUDE. i have not started studying for maths. im so dam screwed. i dont even know y im replying this now. im gonna see you in like an hour. hahahahah. guess i really cant live without you huh. =P&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HIM&lt;br /&gt;right. random note. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;just finished year 9 chem and physics. i still have year 9 bio to go. and then year 8 science. and year 7. then i still have maths so studyyy. not fair man. i swear. and how on earth are we gonna study for english? is it even possible? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i miss you hoh.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss him&lt;br /&gt;i miss him so much its amazing. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;=[ =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to checkpoint, i dont know how to study so much lar. my attention span's dying out. like trying to study so much these days my brains gonna die. i think we need an exfoliating beauty make up session. lets do that for the last 2 hours after we study yeah? to RELAX. =]&lt;br /&gt;we can use raw sugar for exfoliating. grated cucumbers and carrots for a mask or something ilke that. im sure we can use somethign around the house. i REALLY need a relaxing session. stuff has been so stresss nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things with him... i dont know. its like... so distant. =[ and i really miss him. and i dont want this to end. its too important.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;im so lost bi... feeling soo dam lost. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you bii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 fung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-2030431006393520525?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2030431006393520525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=2030431006393520525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2030431006393520525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2030431006393520525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/lost.html' title='lost.'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-8861089447228686098</id><published>2008-03-26T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:49:48.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW. fung is studying. dude. this is tremendous news man. call CNN. call BBC. call call call! haha. lol. that was lame. love ya fung! yeah im trying to study too... im doing biology for the next few days though.. until i can finish the syllabus notes... i've done physics 3/4 way through already.. haven't started on chemistry AT ALL though.. hate chem. need to start printing out the periodic table.. lol. why's your maths giving you a bit of a problem?? call me babes. i rock in maths. cough cough much. hahahaha. hey print out the SATs math papers online la... www.emaths.co.uk! it rocks. all the mark schemes are there too. and we're gonna be having a mock SATs paper when we come back, for me its on the 14th, 16th and 18th, so you guys will probably be having it too.... SO might as well do all the past year ones now huh? :D work work work... im pumped fulla adrenaline babes. :D at 11:46p.m. I'm learning about the adaptations of the smooth muscle cell.... HOW that works i DO NOT know.... lol. but anyways as I was saying we gotta have a study buddy date. haahhaha. study together. discuss about the various functions of the white blood cell, phagocytes, lymphocytes and whatnot. ahahha. get PQ, ming, you, me and maybe the guys, lol. okay fine bad idea. just you and me. ahahahhah. NO offense whatsoever guys. just an inside joke. ahahha. i love you fungi!! by the way, do you know that in scientific terms, you, fungi is classified as a P-A-T-H-O-G-E-N. which means a harmful thingy, like bacteria, virus and DISEASE. ahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;gotta continue me studying.&lt;br /&gt;love ya fungi wungi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHX.&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-8861089447228686098?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8861089447228686098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=8861089447228686098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8861089447228686098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8861089447228686098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-2977890595257704970</id><published>2008-03-26T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:38:07.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies</title><content type='html'>random topic of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get on with my studying. i have not done much and checkpoint's coming up. I am starting to get a little worried for it. After all, even though everyone says that it would be easy. This is the exam that decides out sets and bands for our IGCSE groups. oh gosh, I'm so scared. I hope I'll do well.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm still concentrating on my French, although I'm beginning to think I shouldn't worry about that and worry more about my Science. I'm still revising my Electricity and Electrostatic topic on Physics, and this is only my first topic. I should really get a move on shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;Math's and English are a worry too. English... Theres not much to study for, except maybe read and write a few essays during the holidays. Math however, seems like it could be a problem. I really, really hope I do well in this test. I have to. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother gave me some tips on revision. Write notes, colorful diagrams, mind maps. How on earth am I going to be able to do all that for every single topic? It'll take forever. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I really, really, really SHOULD start revising now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;My timetable for revision, how I'm planning to do it is...&lt;br /&gt;20 min revision. 5 min break. 20 min revision. 10 min break. 20 min revision. 15 min break. 20 min revision. 40 min break. then repeat. =]&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like alot of breaks rite? apparently, its very good for you. Well, I'm not complaining. =]&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna go start on my Revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearts&lt;br /&gt;-Fung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-2977890595257704970?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2977890595257704970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=2977890595257704970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2977890595257704970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2977890595257704970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/studies.html' title='Studies'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-7477969178644839172</id><published>2008-03-26T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:26:23.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soo. today.&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty fun. michelle, pq, daniel, hyun seok, calvin and i went out today to 1u. did not know calvin was coming along till then but it was pretty fun anyway, a nice surprise. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched a movie. 10,000BC. it was okay. pretty boring but okay. very unrealistic though, it was so obvious. &gt;&lt; technology these days. lol.&lt;br /&gt;after that we ate at chilli's. felt so sad cuz i couldnt eat. i blame the braces. and they hurt so bad! =[&lt;br /&gt;then we went kareoke! lol. it was funnn. well probably for michelle and I cuz we were the only ones singing. the rest were just like. "duhhhhhh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of the day:&lt;br /&gt;i really miss him. its getting a little hard. i wish he were here with me. =[&lt;br /&gt;wish i could spend every second, minute and day with him. if only... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle and her guy look sooo cute together. hahaha. their ADORABLE. =D&lt;br /&gt;its like &lt;3 &lt;3's all around&lt;br /&gt;xept for PQ... that poor poor girl. =[&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today i guess. might be watching enchanted later. AGAIN. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;its soo sweet. =D =D&lt;br /&gt;ooh and i watched alvin and the chipmunks yesterday. it was really really CUTE. with their little puny voices and dances. it was just plain adorable. =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 fung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-7477969178644839172?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7477969178644839172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=7477969178644839172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7477969178644839172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7477969178644839172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/soo.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-6899506414094409466</id><published>2008-03-26T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T01:03:03.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged.</title><content type='html'>Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total 20 questions, then tag to 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What was your dream when you were in your childhood?&lt;br /&gt;- everything and anything. but i always wanted to be able to ride on a flying unicorn. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Rainy days or sunny days? Why?&lt;br /&gt;- both. rainy days are more calming, keeps you cool. sunny days however, is for activities. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Which do you like the most? Black or White?&lt;br /&gt;- neither and both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Who would you marry?&lt;br /&gt;- haha. i wish i knew. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Where is the place you would like to go most? Why?&lt;br /&gt;- the beach. oh the beach in sunset. that would be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Who are you most afraid of losing?&lt;br /&gt;- everyone close to my heart. my parents, my brothers, my bestfriends, my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) When you encounter a sad moment, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- put the radio on loud. lock the door. turn on the cold shower, jump in with clothes and all. and cry till my heart wont give anymore tears. then move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Where do you want to be right now?&lt;br /&gt;- In a room together with my best friends and boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her? Or just keep the secret in the heart, observing by yourself?&lt;br /&gt;- if i know i have a chance. i would confess. if not, try to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Till now, what is the moment that you regret most?&lt;br /&gt;- something i always will. but i got over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Which preferably, text or instant messaging?&lt;br /&gt;- msn. afterall, its cheaper. but i rather be on the phone. i feel more connected that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) If you could choose to be a celebrity or a model, which and why?&lt;br /&gt;- model. less hassle. same amount of glamour. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;- to be able to write. write as much as i want and be paid for it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Would you rather be someone else at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes. but now, no. not at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) If you could have 1 dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- to be able to walk out my house, feeling safe and treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What will you do if the world ends tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;- get married even though im underage. gallop across a meadow with my own horse. party with my friends to no end, and finally, have a sleep over with everyone i know to have a heart to heart for all the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Who's your favourite cartoon character?&lt;br /&gt;- Tifa. from final fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What do you think that is most important in your life?&lt;br /&gt;- friends and family. and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)What do you need now?&lt;br /&gt;- alot of things. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) if you could have a superpower what would i be? and what would your superhero/villian name be? =D&lt;br /&gt;- to be able to heal with a touch, and telepathy. =] my own i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-6899506414094409466?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6899506414094409466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=6899506414094409466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6899506414094409466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6899506414094409466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged.'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-721630786450986762</id><published>2008-03-26T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:53:12.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. i changed everything. the skin. this that. like it? gimme some comments. =]&lt;br /&gt;this is up for a trial run. if bianca likes it too we'll keep it permanently.&lt;br /&gt;it has less navigation. but it just looks so pretty. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what have i done today?&lt;br /&gt;nothing whatsoever actually. haha. maybe except piano class. started grade 6 theory today. its getting so hard. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the love side of life? its going pretty okay...&lt;br /&gt;slightly lonely though for I have not seen him in a while.&lt;br /&gt;his exams are coming up so he's pretty busy. well, our checkpoint exams starting in 6 weeks. im beginning to get slightly worried.&lt;br /&gt;i miss him. alot.&lt;br /&gt;wonder whether he thinks about me as much as i do about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. its late. spent a long time on this blog thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Fung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-721630786450986762?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/721630786450986762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=721630786450986762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/721630786450986762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/721630786450986762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-4580464639228724004</id><published>2008-01-22T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:05:12.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>laptidattidoo&lt;br /&gt;stupid sonic thinks blogs are the waste of time. SWALLOW UR OWN WORDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent updated in forever. did i mention that bi and I both got our poems into the poem anthology thingi mabob? we're so cool rite? LOL coolest geeks alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love hoh for being my hoe. =D jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;but i love boh anyway&lt;br /&gt;came up wiht a phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy BOH she's worth it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;rite. dam bored. its like 11pm. nothing to dooooooo. bored outta my brainssss.&lt;br /&gt;siiiigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love. fungieeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-4580464639228724004?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4580464639228724004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=4580464639228724004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4580464639228724004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4580464639228724004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2008/01/laptidattidoo-stupid-sonic-thinks-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-2451867162919577151</id><published>2007-12-19T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:12:37.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>owiieee my stomach hurts. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-2451867162919577151?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2451867162919577151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=2451867162919577151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2451867162919577151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2451867162919577151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/12/owiieee-my-stomach-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-6278570468045074468</id><published>2007-12-17T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:15:18.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='w'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW.&lt;br /&gt;I am overwhelmed at the moment....So many things have happened in the past week or 2...Swimming gala - which I never thought I would have survived, PROM-which I knew would rock my green socks... I got water baptised yesterday and it was pretty cool. I understand it better now and what it represents..But I was SO scared!the entire church looking on at me being baptised..YIKES.swimming gala was an ABSOLUTE disgrace....I got last place but then again no suprise there whatsoever!I so expected it.Breastroke holds horrible memories for me....but it was not too bad..prom was ABSOLUTELY SPECTACULAR.3 cheers to the prom committee!hip hip hoorrrray. and the event coordinator guy who was called on stage but i just cant remember his name...bryan?brendan? ANYWAYS.i stayed at westin overnight and checked in at noon on prom day so that i could go to the pavilion and do my make up, my hair etc etc. sigh. guys have it so easy....all they do is just shower properly, put a little deodorant or aftershave or whatever it is that makes them smell manly and good, and slap their clothes(good tie, good pants, good shirt and good jacket) on, and pick up their date!WE females on the other hand have to shower for ages to make sure every part of our body is okay, do our make up at a professional place-which takes AEONS to do, do our hair - curl it, ringlet it blah blah, put on our beautiful dress and painful shoes and we're good to go. oh and dont forget nails and hairy bits....geeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now im bored of this typing thing..&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;Bianca..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-6278570468045074468?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6278570468045074468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=6278570468045074468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6278570468045074468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6278570468045074468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-7784669174642298747</id><published>2007-12-13T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:46:49.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ladiladidiii. in bianca's house at the moment. going to dance class soon. my stomach hurts... &gt;&lt; owiee...&lt;br /&gt;got our reports today. lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bianca got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 A's&lt;br /&gt;10 B's&lt;br /&gt;1 C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 4's&lt;br /&gt;11 3's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 A's&lt;br /&gt;6 B's&lt;br /&gt;7 C's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 4's&lt;br /&gt;13 3's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit. hohie kicked my ass once again. gah!&lt;br /&gt;*stangle strangle* lol.&lt;br /&gt;siiiiighhh. but it okay. at least i didnt get a 2. or a D or E. =D&lt;br /&gt;buuuttt it still sucks for muaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;soo bored nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;PROMS TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;GASP&lt;br /&gt;cant wait. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, Fung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-7784669174642298747?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7784669174642298747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=7784669174642298747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7784669174642298747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7784669174642298747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/12/ladiladidiii.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-4846513227226712900</id><published>2007-12-10T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:19:18.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sdf</title><content type='html'>omgosh. today was the worst day ever. i did so badly in maths i could cry.&lt;br /&gt;garrrrrrh. i did so badly in french too. and malay and science&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH ME???????&lt;br /&gt;siiigh&lt;br /&gt;another day i guess.&lt;br /&gt;sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-love&lt;br /&gt;fungus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-4846513227226712900?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4846513227226712900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=4846513227226712900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4846513227226712900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4846513227226712900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/12/sdf.html' title='sdf'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-3095574752834836756</id><published>2007-11-30T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:47:53.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>okay. me and bianca has been best friends for like... a year now... so this is sort of a tribute of US in NO chronicle order. its just random.&lt;br /&gt;i love bianca hoh yen peng with ALL my heart, even through our thick and thin she's my person. we fight. we roar. we have makeup se- okay. not make up sex but yea, we make up. lol. I LOVE MY WHORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwcpqzXQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/j5aQaQK3HGc/s1600-R/Quickshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwcpqzXQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/n0W-do01eAg/s400/Quickshot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660443609586946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwcpqzXRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QuYZYF5Cyzc/s1600-R/Seatbelt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwcpqzXRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qV7POg3sE9o/s400/Seatbelt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660443609586962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1Awc5qzXSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IXEPXFr4jA4/s1600-R/Tangle+of+legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1Awc5qzXSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/75uJRbsiB-U/s400/Tangle+of+legs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660447904554274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1Awc5qzXTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9upAEaoWM5w/s1600-R/Threesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1Awc5qzXTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-4xEiEoSQJU/s400/Threesome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660447904554290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwdJqzXUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mg2GogDqKb8/s1600-R/Us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwdJqzXUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MucSeemETMo/s400/Us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660452199521602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwRJqzXLI/AAAAAAAAADs/q023OdsAssc/s1600-R/Jefri+the+Playa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwRJqzXLI/AAAAAAAAADs/PrrBr3kDvjA/s400/Jefri+the+Playa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660246041091250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwRJqzXMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/n5iWc99_DDA/s1600-R/Look+at+Bi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwRJqzXMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4rEK_bHfOlg/s400/Look+at+Bi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660246041091266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwRJqzXNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rYHzWLPm2jk/s1600-R/Night+Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwRJqzXNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VZxRYmKB8PY/s400/Night+Time.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660246041091282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwRZqzXOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6FCSjLSrziM/s1600-R/Night+Fever!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwRZqzXOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z1qMS0CsXnw/s400/Night+Fever!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660250336058594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwRpqzXPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wSmAorDdgdQ/s1600-R/Purple....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwRpqzXPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4VuBYzpArPI/s400/Purple....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660254631025906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwCpqzXGI/AAAAAAAAADE/ELSNdb1jv-o/s1600-R/Aaah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwCpqzXGI/AAAAAAAAADE/L2D_6xunYII/s400/Aaah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138659996932988002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwC5qzXHI/AAAAAAAAADM/wPOlowbYR30/s1600-R/Bi.Cin.Fung+in+mall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwC5qzXHI/AAAAAAAAADM/EexRgyphhx0/s400/Bi.Cin.Fung+in+mall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660001227955314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwC5qzXII/AAAAAAAAADU/7iEB4erRxvU/s1600-R/Blur+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwC5qzXII/AAAAAAAAADU/JLaKpp-0CKs/s400/Blur+us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660001227955330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwDJqzXJI/AAAAAAAAADc/AzVvzHuQrrs/s1600-R/Fantastic+Four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwDJqzXJI/AAAAAAAAADc/E7sStOt24iE/s400/Fantastic+Four.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660005522922642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwDJqzXKI/AAAAAAAAADk/vX410-4inrA/s1600-R/Four+in+Chilli%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwDJqzXKI/AAAAAAAAADk/-8X0V-XW1zk/s400/Four+in+Chilli%27s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660005522922658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are memories ill treasure forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-3095574752834836756?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3095574752834836756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=3095574752834836756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/3095574752834836756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/3095574752834836756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/11/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AwcpqzXQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/n0W-do01eAg/s72-c/Quickshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728961639962875229.post-2418469566971575469</id><published>2007-11-30T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:35:58.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muftii</title><content type='html'>OMGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;im so dam sick of being sick its sickening. siiigh. the pain i tell you. the goddarn pain.&lt;br /&gt;lol. i missed one whole dam week of school. but thats okay i guess. siiigh&lt;br /&gt;okay. im gonna make this post bout mufti day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muftiii day was funnn. hahaha. it rocked. okay. maybe not so. i missed the best part. the auction. siigh. but anywya. this is gonna be bout mufti. and PICTURES. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AoVZqzW7I/AAAAAAAAABs/unxlrfqsTT8/s1600-R/Night+Fever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AoVZqzW7I/AAAAAAAAABs/CL0me5WEeSo/s400/Night+Fever.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138651522962512818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. NIGHT FEVER. this was in the tutor room. where bi and I were doing random things. lol. and receiving LOADS of dedications btw. thanks to our lovable huggable intolerable beloved darling friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1ApupqzW9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/_N4gVqkNlac/s1600-R/Gaysters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1ApupqzW9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/fESfW6d8gh8/s400/Gaysters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138653056265837522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are the guys in our tutor room doing some GAYSTER dance to the crazy frog song. its was dam hilarious. poor george...haha. yeah. then we walked all the way up to the art block fifth floor to go see michelle, pq, nat, ming and the others. tiring walk btw. i didn't noe why we didn't just use the goddarn lift. my shoes were so dam painful i have scars. seriously seriously have scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theeeen we met the others later. thank them for the dedi's then walked around aimlessly. so i guess the rest would just be pics until later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1Ap5ZqzW-I/AAAAAAAAACE/78YzZJ4tGeg/s1600-R/Balloon+Climbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1Ap5ZqzW-I/AAAAAAAAACE/u-fXFxtGwgU/s400/Balloon+Climbing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138653240949431266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALLOOON CLIMBING! not to mention i kicked david knights ass at this. muahahahahah. take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. then we were hanging out with andrew and shermay. (by me i meant bianca and I, its always bianca and I =P ) it was great fun getting ot know her. shermay rooocks. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AstpqzW_I/AAAAAAAAACM/p6DAt0glX-g/s1600-R/Shermay+and+Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AstpqzW_I/AAAAAAAAACM/ranR35teM4s/s400/Shermay+and+Andrew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138656337620851698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1Ast5qzXAI/AAAAAAAAACU/PyuzuOylDMo/s1600-R/Shermay+in+Afro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1Ast5qzXAI/AAAAAAAAACU/NfN_EI-JUvI/s400/Shermay+in+Afro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138656341915819010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1Ast5qzXBI/AAAAAAAAACc/EGO8-Sml0nE/s1600-R/Andrew+in+the+70%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1Ast5qzXBI/AAAAAAAAACc/mHnPEVnKir4/s400/Andrew+in+the+70%27s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138656341915819026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1Ast5qzXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/vc3LNRN0Q28/s1600-R/MS.SATHI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1Ast5qzXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/R8cmYgybwO8/s400/MS.SATHI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138656341915819042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. see? first one. shermay and andrew. second and third. BOTH in bianca's gigooondo afro. hahahahaa. the last one? thats ms.sathi. a math teacher.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. a math teacher. bianca's math teacher. hahahahahahahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;funnie huh? lol. MS.sathi rocks my socks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continueeeeing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AtHpqzXDI/AAAAAAAAACs/FM4lPOLvAKI/s1600-R/Tangle+of+Legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AtHpqzXDI/AAAAAAAAACs/myHxf6RIyog/s400/Tangle+of+Legs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138656784297450546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and bianca. i swear i love this bitch like hell. i love love love love herrrr! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. and the rest would just be pictures WITHOUT narations cuz im just tooo dam lazy. lol. anyway. mufti was fun. we got to dress up. yeah. tht was probably the only fun thing hahahaha. but i loved it cuz we got to hang out and things. =] loveeee you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AtmZqzXEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5rdumoTQknE/s1600-R/Ee+and+Bi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AtmZqzXEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z4iXtdV06Ig/s400/Ee+and+Bi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138657312578427970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1Atm5qzXFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KWoHiayQDFk/s1600-R/Ee+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1Atm5qzXFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iY9kaIcMspk/s400/Ee+and+Me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138657321168362578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. yup. the rest was jsut EE and us. =] ee and bi and ee and me. hahahahahaha. cute? not really. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you. im gonna do a tribute. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wait and seeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love - FUNG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-2418469566971575469?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2418469566971575469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=2418469566971575469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2418469566971575469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2418469566971575469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/11/omgosh.html' title='muftii'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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/_Y77i1qsQfN4/R1AoVZqzW7I/AAAAAAAAABs/CL0me5WEeSo/s72-c/Night+Fever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728961639962875229.post-5292790418796492627</id><published>2007-11-20T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:01:53.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We'll fly, fly, fly.&lt;br /&gt;We'll cry, cry, cry.&lt;br /&gt;We'll dance, dance, dance.&lt;br /&gt;We'll love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I.&lt;br /&gt;Just that.&lt;br /&gt;Forever to come.&lt;br /&gt;Just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what people say,&lt;br /&gt;No matter the complications that come with each day,&lt;br /&gt;The rain shall fall, the sun shall shine,&lt;br /&gt;I shall love find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;SO RETARDED.&lt;br /&gt;MY GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-5292790418796492627?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5292790418796492627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=5292790418796492627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5292790418796492627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5292790418796492627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-fly-fly-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-3852577006915050993</id><published>2007-11-20T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T18:24:14.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>place space space place??? wat?</title><content type='html'>In this place we call a space&lt;br /&gt;Something we share, ours forever&lt;br /&gt;In this space we call a place&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts placed within, our protector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love so gently intertwined together&lt;br /&gt;A pattern or a well made script&lt;br /&gt;Our love that was made for our shelter&lt;br /&gt;A place for us to rest and sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The places and spaces between us&lt;br /&gt;set us so far apart&lt;br /&gt;but in this special place we nurse&lt;br /&gt;for what was dealt was more than a cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the wind would carry our voices&lt;br /&gt;Our wishes would be known by the stars&lt;br /&gt;Even when our hearts are into pieces&lt;br /&gt;We would know the other is not too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this place we call a space&lt;br /&gt;Something we share, ours forever&lt;br /&gt;In this space we call a place&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts placed within, our protector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fungggg. this is soo weird. ahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-3852577006915050993?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3852577006915050993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=3852577006915050993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/3852577006915050993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/3852577006915050993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/11/place-space-space-place-wat.html' title='place space space place??? wat?'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-8013360623588994266</id><published>2007-11-17T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:56:27.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place Called Space</title><content type='html'>A Place Called Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place called space&lt;br /&gt;Located deep inside my shrivelled heart,&lt;br /&gt;Where lost fragments of memories go,&lt;br /&gt;Where time remains stock still, ever unmoving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I enter this place inside my heart called space,&lt;br /&gt;I hear things, forging the abstract to be in some way, tangible.&lt;br /&gt;Familiar yet foreign sounds: grape-gum chewing, infectious laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Tensioned silence. ...sometimes I hear your voice there too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these delusions, illusions? Or are they hallucinations?&lt;br /&gt;A whiff of your scent.&lt;br /&gt;A smouldering brush of your hand.&lt;br /&gt;A lingering of a meeting of mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst other objects I have lost,&lt;br /&gt;Objects that have been wrangled mercilessly and involuntarily from me,&lt;br /&gt;Amongst missing diaries and torn photographs,&lt;br /&gt;I find a little yet, precious piece of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the shadow of despair and frustration hanging upon me&lt;br /&gt;I still manage to find you in all this emotional mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the clutter and disorder - my heart's demolition and renovation,&lt;br /&gt;I find a piece of you in a pile of debris and detritus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I tread this rocky land, when it saddens my heart so?&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me, comforts me, holds my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Lightens my heavy heart, satiates my hunger for...you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these pieces of you&lt;br /&gt;I attempt to repair my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;This place called space inside my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I've sorted this mess and tanglement of emotions out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place called space inside my heart is&lt;br /&gt;Made of pieces of you&lt;br /&gt;Reserved for you&lt;br /&gt;Filled only with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Bi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-8013360623588994266?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8013360623588994266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=8013360623588994266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8013360623588994266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8013360623588994266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/11/place-called-space.html' title='A Place Called Space'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-6076778063694710208</id><published>2007-11-12T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:21:59.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Day</title><content type='html'>The Next Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I will forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I will forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;My heart will have mended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Earth continues its revolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You will be your usual self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You will be the person you always were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I will be my usual self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;The cycle will begin once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I will love you all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-6076778063694710208?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6076778063694710208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=6076778063694710208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6076778063694710208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6076778063694710208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/11/next-day.html' title='The Next Day'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-3026821891218755461</id><published>2007-11-09T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T13:45:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ting Ma Ma De Hua (Listen to Mama’s Words) by Jay Chou</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9PFQSVZdzM&amp;rel=0&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9PFQSVZdzM&amp;rel=0&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting Ma Ma De Hua (Listen to Mama’s Words) by Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;聽媽媽的話 | Ting Ma Ma De Hua | Listen to Mama’s Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曲: 周杰倫&lt;br /&gt;Qu: Zhou Jie Lun&lt;br /&gt;Music: Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;詞: 周杰倫&lt;br /&gt;Ci: Zhou Jie Lun&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: eminemjamesuk &amp; Ling - www.jay-chou.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小朋友　你是否有很多問號　為什麼&lt;br /&gt;Xiao peng you, ni shi fou you hen duo wen hao, wei shen me&lt;br /&gt;Little children, do you have a lot of questions, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;別人在那看漫畫　我卻在學畫畫　對著鋼琴說話&lt;br /&gt;Bie ren zai na kan man hua, wo que zai xue hua hua, dui zhe gang qin shuo hua&lt;br /&gt;When other kids are reading manga, I am learning to draw and learning to communicate with the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;別人在玩遊戲　我卻靠在牆壁背我的ABC&lt;br /&gt;Bie ren zai wan you xi, wo que kao zai qiang bi bei wo de ABC&lt;br /&gt;When other kids are playing games, I am leaning on the wall memorizing my ABCs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我說我要一台大大的飛機　我卻得到一台舊舊錄音機&lt;br /&gt;Wo shuo wo yao yi tai da da de fei ji, wo jue de dao yi tai jiu jiu lu yin ji&lt;br /&gt;I said that I wanted a large airplane, but I got an old recorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為什麼　要聽媽媽的話　長大後你就會開始懂得這種話&lt;br /&gt;Wei shen me, yao ting ma ma de hua, zhang da hou ni jiu hui kai shi dong de zhe zhong hua&lt;br /&gt;Why should I listen to mother’s words? When you grow up you will understand what I am saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;長大後我開始明白　為什麼我跑的比別人快　飛的比別人高&lt;br /&gt;Zhang da hou wo kai shi ming bai, wei shen me wo pao de bi bie ren kuai, fei de bi bie ren gao&lt;br /&gt;After I got older I started to realize why I run faster than others and fly further than other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;將來大家看的都是我畫的漫畫　大家唱的都是　我寫的歌&lt;br /&gt;Jiang lai da jia kan de dou shi wo hua de man hua, da jia chang de dou shi wo xie de ge&lt;br /&gt;In the future, people will be reading my mangas and all the songs they sing will be written by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;媽媽的辛苦　不讓你看見　溫暖的食譜在她心裡面&lt;br /&gt;Ma ma de xin ku bu rang ni kan jian, wen nuan de shi pu zai ta xin li mian&lt;br /&gt;Mother’s hard work isn’t seen by others. She knows the warm recipe by heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有空就多多握握她的手　把手牽著一起夢遊&lt;br /&gt;You kong jiu duo duo wo wo ta de shou, ba shou qian zhe yi qi meng you&lt;br /&gt;When you have time, hold her hand and sleep dream together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;聽媽媽的話　別讓她受傷　想快快長大　才能保護她&lt;br /&gt;Ting ma ma de hua, bie rang ta shou shang, xiang kuai kuai zhang da cai neng bao hu ta&lt;br /&gt;Listen to mother’s words, don’t let her get hurt. You want to grow up quickly so you can take care of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;美麗的白髮　幸福中發芽　天使的魔法　溫暖中慈祥&lt;br /&gt;Mei li de bai fa, xing fu zhong fa ya tian shi de mo fa, wen nuan zhong ci xiang&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful white hair, growing inside happiness. Angel’s magic benevolence within (her) gentleness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在你的未來　音樂是你的王牌　拿王牌談個戀愛&lt;br /&gt;Zai ni de wei lai, yin yue shi ni de wang pai na wang pai tan ge lian ai&lt;br /&gt;In your future, music is your key to success, use it to get into a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉　我不想把你教壞　還是聽媽媽的話吧　晚點在戀愛吧&lt;br /&gt;Ai wo bu xiang ba ni jiao huai hai shi ting ma ma de hua ba, wan dian zai lian ai ba&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I don’t want to teach you to be a bad kid. Why don’t you listen to what your mother says and get in a relationship later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道你未來的路　當媽比我更清楚&lt;br /&gt;Wo zhi dao ni wei lai de lu, dang ma bi wo geng qing chu&lt;br /&gt;I know your future path, but your mother knows it even better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你會開始學其他同學在書包寫東寫西&lt;br /&gt;Ni hui kai shi xue qi ta tong xue zai shu bao xie dong xie xi&lt;br /&gt;You will start imitating friends and write things on your backpack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我建議你最好寫　媽媽我會用功讀書&lt;br /&gt;Dan shi wo jian yi ni zui hao xie, ma ma wo hui yong gong du shu&lt;br /&gt;But I suggest you better write: Mom I will put in my best effort to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用功讀書　怎麼會從我嘴巴說出&lt;br /&gt;Yong gong du shu, zhe me hui cong wo zui ba shuo chu&lt;br /&gt;I will study hard, how does that come from my mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不想你輸所以要教你　用功讀書&lt;br /&gt;Bu xiang ni shu suo yi yao jiao ni, yong gong du shu&lt;br /&gt;I need to teach you because I don’t want you to lose. Study hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;媽媽織給你的毛衣　你要好好收著&lt;br /&gt;Ma ma zhi gei ni de mao yi, ni yao hao hao shou zhe&lt;br /&gt;The sweater mother gave you, you will wear it well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因為母親節到時我要告訴她　我還留著&lt;br /&gt;Ying wei mu qin jie dao shi wo hui gao shu ta, wo hai liu zhe&lt;br /&gt;Because on Mother’s Day, I want to tell her, I still have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;對了　我會遇到了周潤發&lt;br /&gt;Dui le, wo hui yu dao le zou ren fa&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I will meet Zhou Run Fa*&lt;br /&gt;*Zhou Run Fa is a famous actor (Yes…He is Chow Yun Fat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以你可以跟同學炫耀　賭神未來是你爸爸&lt;br /&gt;suo yi ni ke yi geng tong xue xuan yao du shen wei lai shi ni ba ba&lt;br /&gt;So you can show off to your friends, “The God of Gambling will be your father”;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我找不到童年寫的情書　你寫完不要送人&lt;br /&gt;Wo zhao bu dao tong nian xie de qing shu, ni xie wan bu yao song ren&lt;br /&gt;I can’t find the childhood love letter. Don’t give it away after you write it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因為過兩天你會在操場上撿到&lt;br /&gt;yin wei guo liang tian ni hui zai cao chang shang jian dao&lt;br /&gt;Because you will find it on the playground two days later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你會開始喜歡上流行歌　因為張學友開始準備唱吻別&lt;br /&gt;Ni hui kai shi xi huan shang liu xing ge yin wei zhang xue you kai shi zhun bei chang wen bie&lt;br /&gt;You will start to like pop music because Jacky Cheung is about to sing Kiss Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(Kiss Goodbye is a famous song that was a hit in the 90s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;聽媽媽的話　別讓她受傷　想快快長大　才能保護她&lt;br /&gt;Ting ma ma de hua, bie rang ta shou shang, xiang kuai kuai zhang da cai neng bao hu ta&lt;br /&gt;Listen to mother’s words, don’t let her get hurt. You want to grow up quickly so you can take care of her and protect her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS SONG.&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are so... inspirational?&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love forever&lt;br /&gt;Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-3026821891218755461?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3026821891218755461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=3026821891218755461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/3026821891218755461'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;its head hanging on thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is weak,&lt;br /&gt;my emotions brittle,&lt;br /&gt;threatening to shatter with a touch.&lt;br /&gt;my throat dry and scratchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now...&lt;br /&gt;I feel strained,&lt;br /&gt;Two people pulling me at each end,&lt;br /&gt;Like a rope being lengthened&lt;br /&gt;Stretched into ridiculous patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til one day,&lt;br /&gt;I just snap.&lt;br /&gt;And you're left with...&lt;br /&gt;With two different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Bi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-7178751971452575948?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7178751971452575948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728961639962875229.post-1186196898310864407</id><published>2007-11-03T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:25:57.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Of The Week</title><content type='html'>Words Of The Week - 18 Words - 2-3 a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTRESS (n&amp;v) = SUPPORT - PROP UP - REINFORCE&lt;br /&gt;The BUTTRESSES support the cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;Plato's theory BUTTRESSED her argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CACHE (n&amp;v) = HIDING PLACE - CONCEALED THING - SECTION&lt;br /&gt;The gun's CACHE was out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;The criminal was in haste to CACHE the murder weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DELUGE (n&amp;v) = FLOOD - INUNDATION - OVERFLOW&lt;br /&gt;The DELUGE of jelly beans nearly drowned her.&lt;br /&gt;Rain waters DELUGED the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPPOSITES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APOCRYPHA = FALSE - DUBIOUS - FICTITIOUS&lt;br /&gt;--APOCRYPHA sounds like APOCALYPSE, or a revelation of truth, but that's FALSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPOSITE = APPROPRIATE - GERMANE - RELEVANT&lt;br /&gt;--APPOSITE sounds like an OPPOSITE thing to say, but really it is ESSENTIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVER = DECLARE - AVOW - PROCLAIM&lt;br /&gt;--AVER is not like AVERSE or opposed; instead think about the word VERIFY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYNOSURE = CENTER OF ATTENTION - CELEBRITY - STAR&lt;br /&gt;-Disregard the CYN which Also begins cynical…..there is no relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAINSAY = DENY - DISPUTE - DISAVOW&lt;br /&gt;--GAINSAY looks like a positive word, implying that to gainsay would be to endorse or advocate something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAZE = DEMOLISH - TEAR DOWN - DESTROY&lt;br /&gt;--RAZE sounds just like RAISE or lift up, but it really DESTROYS like a BLAZE would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANGUINE = CHEERFUL - HOPEFUL - UPBEAT&lt;br /&gt;--SANGUINE sounds SAD and SOMBER, but really means HAPPY and OPTIMISTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOLUBLE = FLUENT - ELOQUENT - TALKATIVE&lt;br /&gt;--Don't be VOLATILE: being described as VOLUBLE is a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MNEMONIC: remember these words with certain memory tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABRIDGE = SHORTEN - CONTRACT - CONDENSE&lt;br /&gt;--Build A BRIDGE and SHORTEN the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASPERITY = HARSHNESS - SEVERITY - ASCERBIC&lt;br /&gt;-- A rhyme of good reason to remember:&lt;br /&gt;If you treat others with ASPERITY&lt;br /&gt;they'll come back at you with SEVERITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EGALITARIAN = DEMOCRATIC - EQUAL - PROVIDING EQUAL OPPORTUNITIES&lt;br /&gt;--All the patriotic EAGLES in America get full DEMOCRATIC freedoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EQUIVOCATE = PREVARICATE - QUIBBLE - LIE&lt;br /&gt;--I VOCALIZE EQUALLY about anything, whether it's true or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMBIBE = DRINK - GULP - SWALLOW&lt;br /&gt;-You need a BIB if you drink too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSPICACITY = KEENNESS - ACUTENESS - SHARPNESS&lt;br /&gt;_You have to be SMART, SHARP, or KEEN to use the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOPORIFIC = SLEEP INDUCING - SOMNIFEROUS - DROWSY&lt;br /&gt;--Warm SOUP before bed is a TERRIFIC way to fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-1186196898310864407?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1186196898310864407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=1186196898310864407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1186196898310864407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the best i have&lt;br /&gt;all my love and all my trust&lt;br /&gt;my whole heart is part of the bargain&lt;br /&gt;just try to leave out the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bleed when i cant help you out&lt;br /&gt;i cry tears of painful misery&lt;br /&gt;when you refuse i scream internally&lt;br /&gt;why can u just trust in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby you are my whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;the very meaning of my existence&lt;br /&gt;you make me a woman and not a girl &lt;br /&gt;shatter my resistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;like a blanket to wrap me snug&lt;br /&gt;always keep you in my sight&lt;br /&gt;reduce my tears with a hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when nervousness overwhelms me&lt;br /&gt;you're the first one i turn to&lt;br /&gt;to keep me hanging on &lt;br /&gt;can you see?&lt;br /&gt;the sliver of thread thats holding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying my best right here&lt;br /&gt;to provide everything&lt;br /&gt;you need inside&lt;br /&gt;like understanding, comprehending and &lt;br /&gt;meanwhile....&lt;br /&gt;realising that you're the only one I see.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i dream of you baby&lt;br /&gt;everytime i open my eyes &lt;br /&gt;you appear in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the shower in the classroom&lt;br /&gt;in the wake of dawn &lt;br /&gt;and turn of midnight&lt;br /&gt;at the hotel in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;at the bus stand outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're always there&lt;br /&gt;to give me life &lt;br /&gt;to give me reason to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- is it me or do they sound lyricish?&lt;br /&gt;- i think i wrote it with a tune in my head.......&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;stoopid me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-9198562010520308757?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728961639962875229.post-1887577884741513715</id><published>2007-10-31T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:12:56.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred</title><content type='html'>deep hatred from within&lt;br /&gt;skies darkening&lt;br /&gt;evening shelter from sins&lt;br /&gt;the happy souls waning&lt;br /&gt;Cries to be heard from very far away&lt;br /&gt;Tears streaming down the cursed stone&lt;br /&gt;Blood pouring from the deadly ways&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet, together in a cone&lt;br /&gt;Colors of miseries merging&lt;br /&gt;Pains from hearts breaking&lt;br /&gt;Haunting music transposing&lt;br /&gt;The loud dins of cackling&lt;br /&gt;Failures of life haunting&lt;br /&gt;Devils and sins in the making&lt;br /&gt;Feelings all faking&lt;br /&gt;The stone walls shaking&lt;br /&gt;What had it all turned into?&lt;br /&gt;Madness of hatred&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-1887577884741513715?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1887577884741513715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=1887577884741513715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1887577884741513715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1887577884741513715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/10/hatred.html' title='Hatred'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-7621039106069139838</id><published>2007-10-30T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:56:28.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bianca.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes things just hurt so badly... Not to mention its so confusing. Things are rocky between everyone... Eric, Redz, Ming, Bi, Cindy, Chris, Andrew so on so forth... Its like from afar you can see so clearly what is going wrong, but as you get nearer, things just get more blur. Like a vision fogged up where you know wheres what but you just cant see whats actually there.... Sometimes, it gets so messed up it really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can things be explained? We try so hard yet we don't get anywhere. We thought we had sorted out all our problems, but it didn't seem to improve at all. Its so hard to explain and its so hard to see through this facade, if there even is one... Things are just really so messed up that sometimes i wanna just close my eyes and let the world go... But things wouldn't work that way... Things just wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like telling someone, but there's no one to turn to at the moment... It's like the whole worlds moving while your standing still. In a large crowd yet feeling so alone...&lt;br /&gt;I hate facing things alone, but what little choice would i have? I try to talk yet nothing helps at all? What can I, what can we do? Would things ever improve? or am i going to feel this way forever? Is our friendship really worth something or nothing? Can it really handle this much strain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why or how i feel this way, but i just do. I just get soo... pissed whenever she does. I get this hardened feeling inside my chest that seems to actually hurt. Where I'm uncomfortable when im in the most comfortable position in the world. Yet she gets mad so easily and so many times its like... can't she at least control herself? Just for my sake? I feel guilty even when i know im not meant to, just because she's pissed at ME. am I meant to feel this way? Why are things just so messed up. I sweat, I break, but she doesn't know how hard im trying to maintain this things we call love for each other. But yet why do i feel like im the only one doing anything? It really really does hurt, but she doesn't care, or don't even notice. both of us are breaking our backs trying to keep up with her, yet she just leaves us behind. I know sometimes its not true, but i just FEEL this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just feel so alone. Walking through a dark cold road. Where people pass you by without a second glance. When you feel like lying down in the middle of the cold just to close your eyes, take a rest.&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts Bi...&lt;br /&gt;It really really does....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, your best friend forever. Fung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-7621039106069139838?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7621039106069139838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=7621039106069139838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7621039106069139838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7621039106069139838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/10/bianca.html' title='Bianca.'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-1737177026800266248</id><published>2007-10-27T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:05:49.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Places and Spaces</title><content type='html'>Places and Spaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at them.&lt;br /&gt;Look at their wholeness.&lt;br /&gt;Their combined juxtaposition.&lt;br /&gt;The way each crease and fold,&lt;br /&gt;Each corner and each curve&lt;br /&gt;Morph.&lt;br /&gt;Each one complementing the other&lt;br /&gt;Completing this unique circle&lt;br /&gt;Where objects blend with their negative space&lt;br /&gt;Consolidating all the energy to strengthen this place&lt;br /&gt;Where everything, with no exceptions&lt;br /&gt;Is not only accepted but belongs.&lt;br /&gt;Where none is ever lost,&lt;br /&gt;Just misplaced.&lt;br /&gt;Here time is of no consequence.&lt;br /&gt;People are of no significance.&lt;br /&gt;I am of no importance.&lt;br /&gt;I can live in these places and spaces.&lt;br /&gt;To my fullest extent.&lt;br /&gt;Without encumbrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in these places and spaces&lt;br /&gt;I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-1737177026800266248?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1737177026800266248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=1737177026800266248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1737177026800266248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1737177026800266248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/10/places-and-spaces_27.html' title='Places and Spaces'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-141571853788359501</id><published>2007-10-19T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:40:07.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sonnet 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spaces Within My Mind&lt;/span&gt; - sonnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These spaces I contain within my mind&lt;br /&gt;Empty, forbidding, haunting, all at once&lt;br /&gt;Where serenity is so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth in my mind, a hectic dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a walk down the dark cold alleyway&lt;br /&gt;Where a monster lurks in every shadow,&lt;br /&gt;Like a ride through the strange vacant subway&lt;br /&gt;Where within every corner, hides a foe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their presence causes tremors down my soul&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing in poignant memories&lt;br /&gt;My soul begs deliverance from the cold&lt;br /&gt;My heart prays for nothing other than peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will these forbidding spaces disappear?&lt;br /&gt;Or will I cower in fear forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fungus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i think ill hand this one in. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-141571853788359501?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/141571853788359501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=141571853788359501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/141571853788359501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/141571853788359501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/10/sonnet-3.html' title='sonnet 3'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-1064538223435028066</id><published>2007-10-18T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:38:49.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shakespeare</title><content type='html'>Let me not to the marriage of true minds&lt;br /&gt;Admit impediments. Love is not love &lt;br /&gt;Which alters when it alteration finds,&lt;br /&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O no, it is an ever fixed mark&lt;br /&gt;That looks on tempests and is never shaken; &lt;br /&gt;It is the star to every wand'ring barque,&lt;br /&gt;Whose worth's unknown although his height be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Within his bending sickle's compass come;&lt;br /&gt;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, &lt;br /&gt;But bears it out even to the edge of doom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this be error and upon me proved, &lt;br /&gt;I never writ, nor no man ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-William Shakespeare-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lovve this sonnet. favourite sonnet ive come across so far! hail to shakespeare... well... not really. but wateva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, fungiiiii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-1064538223435028066?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1064538223435028066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=1064538223435028066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1064538223435028066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1064538223435028066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/10/shakespeare.html' title='shakespeare'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-322702334877436713</id><published>2007-10-14T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T18:53:40.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sdfasdf</title><content type='html'>ooh. went out today =D&lt;br /&gt;with sean, melvin and cindy.&lt;br /&gt;lol. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;sort off.&lt;br /&gt;the movie was boring as hell. then sean had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but then we walked melvin to his car (isn't it meant to be the other way round? =P)&lt;br /&gt;talking bout alot of random things in the woooorld!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;then melvin left. and me and cindy ate at waffle world&lt;br /&gt;i nearly puked&lt;br /&gt;mayo and butter. eugh.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like puking just thinking bout it &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun. sort of... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, fung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-322702334877436713?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/322702334877436713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=322702334877436713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/322702334877436713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/322702334877436713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/10/sdfasdf.html' title='sdfasdf'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-1249218793332408950</id><published>2007-10-14T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T18:50:57.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaces in my mind</title><content type='html'>Spaces in My Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These spaces I have in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Empty, forbidding, haunting,&lt;br /&gt;They scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a walk down the dark cold alleyway&lt;br /&gt;Where a monster lurks in every shadow,&lt;br /&gt;Or a trip into a haunted woods&lt;br /&gt;Where a ghost prowls at every din&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their very existence causes tremors down my soul&lt;br /&gt;Replaying dark poignant memories in my head&lt;br /&gt;They bring the unknown,&lt;br /&gt;It is the unknown that I fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They crawl out from the corners&lt;br /&gt;Leaking, sneaking into my mind&lt;br /&gt;Lashing out when unexpected&lt;br /&gt;Their silhouettes cackling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul cries for deliverance,&lt;br /&gt;My heart, for a shield&lt;br /&gt;Away from the dark cold walls of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Away from their fearful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These spaces I have in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Empty, forbidding, haunting&lt;br /&gt;They scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, fung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does this give me an alternative thought? hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-1249218793332408950?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1249218793332408950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=1249218793332408950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1249218793332408950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1249218793332408950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/10/spaces-in-my-mind.html' title='Spaces in my mind'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-6756658376439614340</id><published>2007-10-12T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:41:45.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurts</title><content type='html'>It Hurts To Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you don't know...&lt;br /&gt;the things I do for you,&lt;br /&gt;the things I try so hard for.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is more than what I can give,&lt;br /&gt;My hearts bleeds&lt;br /&gt;It hurts from the center of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Crying tears that would never dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding tears and crying blood,&lt;br /&gt;I've tried tried and tried again&lt;br /&gt;But yet, I never succeed.&lt;br /&gt;We're so close yet so far,&lt;br /&gt;Do you never see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know, I'm not your number one.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know, I'm just a ordinary person.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know, &lt;br /&gt;that you don't love me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, Fung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-6756658376439614340?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6756658376439614340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=6756658376439614340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6756658376439614340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6756658376439614340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/10/hurts.html' title='Hurts'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-5942099479802313949</id><published>2007-10-12T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:27:40.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PC</title><content type='html'>omg. today was soooooooooooo fuuuuuuunnn!! lol. met almost everyone. miss them sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg wth. everyone suddenly turned into damm hott people. so unfair. why couldnt they be hott when i was sitll in schooool??? SNIFF&lt;br /&gt;but seriously? some of them were literally. wow. lol.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love. funguz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-5942099479802313949?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5942099479802313949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=5942099479802313949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5942099479802313949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5942099479802313949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/10/pc.html' title='PC'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-8203425573957850430</id><published>2007-10-12T06:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T06:46:18.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D =D +D</title><content type='html'>weeee. its like 6.45am here and im bout to go to my old school  like in 15 minutes. cant wait. =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;loliez. rite. internets working for ones. but sadly i gtg. moms bugging meeeee. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you mommy&lt;br /&gt;love you bianca.&lt;br /&gt;lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, funguz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-8203425573957850430?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8203425573957850430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=8203425573957850430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8203425573957850430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8203425573957850430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/10/d-d-d.html' title='=D =D +D'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-6461178769112747900</id><published>2007-10-10T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:15:00.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the perfect rose petal &lt;br /&gt;Flawless and smooth, deep red and creamy&lt;br /&gt;Yet, unlike a petal,&lt;br /&gt;It will never wilt and die but stay afresh and young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love deserves no scientific evaluation&lt;br /&gt;It is as pure as the morning dew on a clear spring morning&lt;br /&gt;And as sacred as a new born child&lt;br /&gt;For it is the most prized possession, and none can surpass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has no other description&lt;br /&gt;Other than it cannot be explained until felt&lt;br /&gt;And cannot be felt properly and to its fullest extent&lt;br /&gt;Until shared with someone who loves as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that someone is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Bi&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a.&lt;br /&gt;Romatically Lovesick Fool For You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-6461178769112747900?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6461178769112747900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=6461178769112747900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;When you arrive home from work&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, whenever, wherever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is of no relevance &lt;br /&gt;When it comes to us&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far,&lt;br /&gt;How long away you are, I will always be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what comes between us.&lt;br /&gt;The little fights and tirades you and I put on &lt;br /&gt;Or the big tempers we spread&lt;br /&gt;I will always be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance is of no obstruction&lt;br /&gt;It is of no great albatross&lt;br /&gt;For you are with me wherever I go&lt;br /&gt;To the places I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are with me,&lt;br /&gt;Time stands stock-still.&lt;br /&gt;There is no logical explanation to this&lt;br /&gt;Just that you are my other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;br /&gt;Bi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-8080379838851231279?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8080379838851231279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=8080379838851231279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8080379838851231279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8080379838851231279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/10/awaiting.html' title='Awaiting'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-7316849467472849838</id><published>2007-10-10T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:10:46.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Places and Spaces</title><content type='html'>Places and Spaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, you were like Pluto,&lt;br /&gt;So unreacheable and distant&lt;br /&gt;A rose in the garden next door,&lt;br /&gt;A lost ball in the house opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Sun in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;The start of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Representing the beginning of another life,&lt;br /&gt;A whole new chapter, waiting to be opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Moon in the night,&lt;br /&gt;The light in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;The beacon of hope and guidance&lt;br /&gt;To those lost in their pathways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, entrust in me your life,&lt;br /&gt;Your entire being and soul,&lt;br /&gt;I will take care of it forever....&lt;br /&gt;It'll be inside me forever, close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll fly to the ends of the earth &lt;br /&gt;And back.&lt;br /&gt;We'll dream about the suns and moons together&lt;br /&gt;Under the copious amount of bright shining stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll hold hands late at night whilst&lt;br /&gt;Watching re-runs and drinking flat soda,&lt;br /&gt;Then at midnight we'll head out to the park&lt;br /&gt;Play a game of baseball and muck around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ever think of.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ever wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Forever...&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Bianca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-7316849467472849838?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7316849467472849838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=7316849467472849838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7316849467472849838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7316849467472849838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/10/places-and-spaces.html' title='Places and Spaces'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-2360720362892777336</id><published>2007-10-09T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:12:09.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning.</title><content type='html'>Drowning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;br /&gt;Save me.&lt;br /&gt;I am drowning.&lt;br /&gt;Drowning, drowning drowning.&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in this world of sounds and noises.&lt;br /&gt;The reverberations inside my head.................&lt;br /&gt;I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you enjoying your life at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;If so, then, enjoy yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wallow in my misery.&lt;br /&gt;This everlasting misery.&lt;br /&gt;Where it sucks you in and holds fast your emotions and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Blocks off every form of communication.&lt;br /&gt;This depression where self-understanding is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;I need you like roots need the soil for support&lt;br /&gt;And like leaves need the Sun for growth.&lt;br /&gt;Save me.&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-2360720362892777336?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2360720362892777336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=2360720362892777336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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places and spaces.&lt;br /&gt;Every nook and crook of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Every single corner of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Look.. listen....&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear my heart thumping?, pitapat pitapat&lt;br /&gt;Do you see my body quaking? shake, tremble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop. &lt;br /&gt;Just leave me now.&lt;br /&gt;This breathtaking feeling you give me,&lt;br /&gt;It's sweeping my soul and my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go.&lt;br /&gt;You are scaring me.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Bi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-2854722820512229512?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2854722820512229512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=2854722820512229512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2854722820512229512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2854722820512229512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/09/stop.html' title='Stop.'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-2575303738235201808</id><published>2007-09-24T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:35:10.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.exclaim.ca/images/take_the_lead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.exclaim.ca/images/take_the_lead.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theblog.es/mt/archives/fotos/take%20the%20lead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.theblog.es/mt/archives/fotos/take%20the%20lead.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mlight.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/ttl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://mlight.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/ttl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so inspired to dance, dance, dance.&lt;br /&gt;Thurday is gonna come in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;After the Got Rhythm dance, I feel like I wanna fly and dance my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;boogie oogie oogie....&lt;br /&gt;dance dance dance baby.&lt;br /&gt;shake that.&lt;br /&gt;uh one two cha cha cha&lt;br /&gt;2 2 cha cha cha.&lt;br /&gt;dad met the dancesport team because he knew john fam and his son's in it.&lt;br /&gt;michael was in it too.&lt;br /&gt;i could've met them but noo...i was tooo tired. damn.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the lead is the best ever..&lt;br /&gt;the tango part was like the bomb of all the dances ever.&lt;br /&gt;great dress, pretty girl, great moves.&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO DANCE LIKE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A DANCE PARTNER LIKE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE ABLE TO DANCE WELL.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO LOOK GOOD IN A DANCING OUTFIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;i want so many things.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;As Mr. Moore in geo says: life's unfair, look at the people in kiberia (or sth like that) living in a dump full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;Bi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-2575303738235201808?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2575303738235201808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=2575303738235201808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2575303738235201808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2575303738235201808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-so-inspired-to-dance-dance-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-1828783491926219270</id><published>2007-09-24T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:13:03.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are.</title><content type='html'>You Are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my single aphrodisiac&lt;br /&gt;Providing an unrelentless rhythm&lt;br /&gt;The kind where you can't stop&lt;br /&gt;Where you follow it, breathe it, eat it and live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my heart&lt;br /&gt;Pumping adrenaline through my lifeless body&lt;br /&gt;You make me function with a cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one road in my life&lt;br /&gt;There are no fork roads&lt;br /&gt;One way,&lt;br /&gt;It leads to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my moonlight&lt;br /&gt;The beacon of light in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;A white flag in a raging war&lt;br /&gt;Sweet slumber after a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take me places that I want to go&lt;br /&gt;Fulfill my wishes and my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Comfort me when I'm depressed and down&lt;br /&gt;You are my other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my friend, my lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Bi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-1828783491926219270?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1828783491926219270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=1828783491926219270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1828783491926219270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1828783491926219270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-are.html' title='You Are.'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-4322678517235882962</id><published>2007-09-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:12:30.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Zheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. The tag victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are tagged the second time, there is NO need to do this again.&lt;br /&gt;5. Lastly, and most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT. (-____-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my perfect lover will be :-&lt;br /&gt;1) not afraid of a challenge&lt;br /&gt;2) strong character&lt;br /&gt;3) good personality&lt;br /&gt;4) loyal and faithful&lt;br /&gt;5) not afraid to speak his mind and be who he wants to be&lt;br /&gt;6) never backs down&lt;br /&gt;7) knows whats good for him and whats good for me&lt;br /&gt;8) never let me escape from being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Flolly. Bianca. Michelle. Fish. Bean. Zheng. James. Jenny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-4322678517235882962?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4322678517235882962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=4322678517235882962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4322678517235882962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4322678517235882962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-6933510330206034551</id><published>2007-08-23T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T20:17:52.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry fungi...haha....&lt;br /&gt;see i plan my time around your time table!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;all because of you....lol&lt;br /&gt;yeah give you some time to relax and chill a bit and get the jet lag off ur back...haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay talk to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya&lt;br /&gt;Bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;bi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-6933510330206034551?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6933510330206034551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=6933510330206034551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6933510330206034551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6933510330206034551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry-fungi.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-9211359205320094897</id><published>2007-08-23T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T05:00:31.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f</title><content type='html'>heyy.SNIFF&lt;br /&gt;i was sooo looking forward to seeing youu. im going home tonight. but ill reach in 2 days time... very weird. i noe. miss you like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. we'll go out on monday then. lol. sorta good cuz if im jet lagged i dont need to die. lol. MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-love. fungusdfg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-9211359205320094897?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9211359205320094897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=9211359205320094897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/9211359205320094897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/9211359205320094897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/f.html' title='f'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-3268195885685055938</id><published>2007-08-22T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:16:18.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Fungi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for updating me about your flight time....&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to BKK today and coming back on Sunday evening so I'll see you on Monday most probably okay? &lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that...It was a last minute plan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see if I can get you any stuff there okay?&lt;br /&gt;Have you put on any weigt? I know you'd be so glad if you did! Hahah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Bi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-3268195885685055938?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3268195885685055938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=3268195885685055938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/3268195885685055938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/3268195885685055938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-fungi_22.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-703915331646576878</id><published>2007-08-20T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:32:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont get this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flight is 18 hours but i fly 31 hours forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get it..&lt;br /&gt;just tell me in malaysian time when you are arriving...&lt;br /&gt;i was at mun keats yesterday...family thing....he said fung's in us right? i said how'd u know? he said u were supposed to go to 1U with him and ur old friends... sounds like u guys were sorta close.hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my theory exam today. so easy peasey japanesy....ahhahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah hopefully u dont get jetlag...haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-703915331646576878?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/703915331646576878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=703915331646576878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/703915331646576878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/703915331646576878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-get-this-flight-is-18-hours-but.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-2525101359898028959</id><published>2007-08-20T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:27:59.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>ohhh tony waaah?&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im coming home at the 24th friday at bout 12.15pm. sorry babes got the wrong date. lol. the flight is 18 hours but i fly 31 hours forward. the time change and everything. so we'll go out at the 26th kay? hopefully me not jetlag. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-funguuuuss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-2525101359898028959?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2525101359898028959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=2525101359898028959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2525101359898028959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2525101359898028959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-4717544719831464621</id><published>2007-08-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:23:59.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>other people? sure I dont mind...its just that...uh...who??&lt;br /&gt;ming's gone...cindy dunno if she's back from indo yet or not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're coming back on what day again?&lt;br /&gt;im taking my piano theory on monday...easy peasey japanesey man....sigh....im just too good.hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.....see ya soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;i had tony romas tdoday!!! so good!! sigh...&lt;br /&gt;shia lebeouf....sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;onion loaf...sigh....ahhaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-4717544719831464621?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4717544719831464621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=4717544719831464621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4717544719831464621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4717544719831464621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/other-people-sure-i-dont-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-7662216364977870331</id><published>2007-08-18T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T04:38:36.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fda</title><content type='html'>okay my darling birdy... so u wanna invite other ppl or not? or just me and u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee watched transformers, thought it was so dam cool! hehehe and guess wat? i managed to find not so expensive but still expensive nickel free earrings. meaning they wont hurt my ears cuz of my new piercing. which means im not stuck with the red ones all the time. me=happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving in like 5 days. i cant wait. siiiiiigh.&lt;br /&gt;MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fungus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. u cant take it for me. has to be family or myself. sniff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-7662216364977870331?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7662216364977870331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=7662216364977870331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7662216364977870331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7662216364977870331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/fda.html' title='fda'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-5942454820404929024</id><published>2007-08-15T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T15:30:33.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D See we uh taste alike...&lt;br /&gt;Sounds so wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but so far facebook seems to be outdoing friendster....i like its more "user-friendly" stuff....i love the gifts you get to send...&lt;br /&gt;And hey i nominated u as the most likely to remain as my BFF!! hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you called me?? of course im awake!! its friggin 1528 hours! ahahah.....&lt;br /&gt;and yes i sadly am at home because i have a fever....and a soar throat...and a slight cold.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah of course im free...im so free u'd think me a bird...hahahahahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey do u want me to pick up ur results for u?? if i can do that...i dunno if i can....but i'll sign for it so maybe its okay.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-5942454820404929024?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5942454820404929024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=5942454820404929024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5942454820404929024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5942454820404929024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/d-see-we-uh-taste-alike.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-1308231704381459771</id><published>2007-08-15T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T11:06:08.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>niehehhe</title><content type='html'>ahaha. yummmy? i agree. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good to see you've join facebook! my brother said its better than friendster... but i dunno. see first loh. i just join only. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh miss you!&lt;br /&gt;ayo summore just called you. somehow cannot get through. siiiiigh. will try again later. hope you're in/awake. you better be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey. you free on the 24th or somewhere close? im coming back at the 23rd. so we'll go out kay? either me and you or with other ppl. it's up to you. since its easier for you to decide and invite. =]&lt;br /&gt;MUST go out before skool starts. WE BETTER! and i really miss 1u and everyone. not to mention cheap clothes. lol. MISS YOU SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me whether ur able to kay? and if you are. tell me whether you wanna invite other ppl too.=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you!&lt;br /&gt;love- fungui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-1308231704381459771?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1308231704381459771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=1308231704381459771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1308231704381459771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1308231704381459771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/niehehhe.html' title='niehehhe'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-2918447190203592552</id><published>2007-08-15T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T10:31:17.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha...&lt;br /&gt;thanks for ur confidence in me... :P&lt;br /&gt;8As and 3Bs.... thats good.... your eldest bro got what 11As is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you'd better hurry up and get home!!&lt;br /&gt;the weeks have gone by so fast!!&lt;br /&gt;nah la my dearie the lowest possible that you'll get is an A okay??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ming is on her way to london now....lucky girl.....&lt;br /&gt;business class some more....&lt;br /&gt;purple satin??????!?!!??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...ahahhhah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay good that you bought me stuff too.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you plenty too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that quote too....eloquent silence...sounds yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-2918447190203592552?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2918447190203592552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=2918447190203592552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2918447190203592552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/2918447190203592552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-9067868579891300066</id><published>2007-08-15T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:25:30.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not surprised. =P</title><content type='html'>why are you surprised?&lt;br /&gt;i soooo knew that was gonna happen. =P&lt;br /&gt;omg my stupid idiotic brother forgot to take mine. he got 8 A's and 3 B's... tho he is not happy cuz my eldest brother had straight A's... but it's good rite? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to get my results when i get home then. or maybe ill ask kelly to get it for me or something.... oh wellllz.... i scared i get B. i think im gonna get B... SNIFFFFFF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you like hell! going to shop again later. =P maybe ill find something nice... oooh. i bought this dam cute dress. like one of michelle's dancing costumes like that. purple satin looking one.and tie behind. dam cute. =P for me lar of course. ahahhahaha.  dont worry. bought u loads of things too =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-love&lt;br /&gt;fungiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. nice new quote btw. me likie! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-9067868579891300066?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9067868579891300066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=9067868579891300066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/9067868579891300066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/9067868579891300066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-surprised-p.html' title='not surprised. =P'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-4705875900784442681</id><published>2007-08-14T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T11:03:43.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IGCSE</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A FRIGGIN A* &lt;br /&gt;I GOT A FRIGGIN A*&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A FRIGGIN A*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO HAPPY IM SO HAPPY &lt;br /&gt;IM SO SO SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fung your results were just below mine&lt;br /&gt;right below&lt;br /&gt;but i had to sign so i couldnt get yours man.......&lt;br /&gt;so sorry.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-4705875900784442681?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4705875900784442681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=4705875900784442681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4705875900784442681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4705875900784442681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/igcse.html' title='IGCSE'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-7255880357508166736</id><published>2007-08-13T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:56:12.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey fungi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ya doing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR IGCSE RESULTS ARE COMING OUT TOMORROW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really....i just really want u to be here so that we can open up our results together.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is your bro gonna get ur results for u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what time I should go collect the results.....what time is it normally open, do u know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bought anymore stuff?? as in, for me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese is sooo good.....i had eel.....SO GOOOOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the day with ming at singing class then at Mizu's then we went over to her place and had so many many weird random laughs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laughed over the fact that ming couldn't do this beady thingy she bought at toys'r'us that was for years 4 and above....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because I kept chuckling to myself, while trying to open a packet of ribena pastilles....we laughed so much...haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fish tank cleaner dude propably thought we were a couple of retardettes....ahhahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MING LAUHGS LIKE GOOFY MING LAUGHS LIKE GOOOFY!!!!!! wakakakaka.... ( i dont really mean that ming...just kidding....NOT hahahahahah....jk jk la....seriously....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUMU has ticks...LUMU has ticks....hahahaha....eeeeeew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lumie ate one and her came near to me and the tick and his spit was spitted out onto my thigh.....AHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR resultss!!!!!help......im gonna die with APPREHENSION!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo....whassup....ahahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you fungi!!!&lt;br /&gt;Take care!!!&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-7255880357508166736?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7255880357508166736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=7255880357508166736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7255880357508166736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7255880357508166736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-fungi.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-4879767244024522559</id><published>2007-08-12T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T13:05:38.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where?</title><content type='html'>somewhere between time and space&lt;br /&gt;in these somewhat crazy times&lt;br /&gt;as my heart flies into the wind&lt;br /&gt;following your every footstep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you?&lt;br /&gt;my darling, I can no longer sense you&lt;br /&gt;have you changed?&lt;br /&gt;Tainted into something dark, unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tirade, a desperation to search for you&lt;br /&gt;Putting a burden on my soul&lt;br /&gt;So weary, so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Falling into a careless charade of names and faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching, always searching.&lt;br /&gt;Calling out from the torn, worn pages&lt;br /&gt;My darling,&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-4879767244024522559?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4879767244024522559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=4879767244024522559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4879767244024522559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4879767244024522559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/where.html' title='where?'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-188148449835294117</id><published>2007-08-11T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T10:52:06.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bday Party Short Clip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dum0ejyy0ho"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dum0ejyy0ho" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fung!!!&lt;br /&gt;This was partly what happened...cant see much though...&lt;br /&gt;thne we went bowling...scored 67.....sob sob...so bad...&lt;br /&gt;hahah....&lt;br /&gt;watched rush hour 3!!!! so good...everybody kung fu fighting..kung fu fighting....SOO YUNG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ahhahahaha...sorry u have to watch it to understand.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you lots!!!!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the many updates of ur current life!!!&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cind is leaving on the 15th...&lt;br /&gt;ming is leaving on the 14th...&lt;br /&gt;you're coming back on the 23rd......&lt;br /&gt;great.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;bbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-188148449835294117?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/188148449835294117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=188148449835294117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/188148449835294117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/188148449835294117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/bday-party-short-clip.html' title='Bday Party Short Clip...'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-7244872920632835438</id><published>2007-08-09T14:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:15:30.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ummmm things?</title><content type='html'>Date : August 9th&lt;br /&gt;Time: 1:05 AM&lt;br /&gt;Place: America, St.Louis, Somewhere, Cousin Ann's Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I've learnt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. never squat while trying to wash the bathtub. It's hurts your legs.&lt;br /&gt;2. never let you're immature 27yrold cusin tickle you. especially with keys (ouch)&lt;br /&gt;3. never go out in long pants. you'll melt.&lt;br /&gt;4. ITS SO BLOODY HOT!&lt;br /&gt;5. temperature is about 100 farenheit. or about 40 celcius. MELTING HERE!&lt;br /&gt;6. yogurt here are gooooood. =P&lt;br /&gt;7. chinese food here SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;8. NINTENDO WII ROCKS MY SOCKS!&lt;br /&gt;9. Ann's, crasy-immature-cusin's and my aunt's food are heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;10. they cook the best food in the world&lt;br /&gt;11. never go to tiffany's and co&lt;br /&gt;12. THE THINGS HERE ARE SO EXPENSIVE!&lt;br /&gt;13. dont stare at hott guys. they just make you feel bad that you dont have a hot guy. SNIFF&lt;br /&gt;14. i miss max like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;15. SPIDER PIG. SPIDER PIG. DOES WATEVER A SPIDER BIG DOES!&lt;br /&gt;16. rite. SIMPSONS! =P&lt;br /&gt;17. im the only female here that is not pregnant or have not been pregnant before. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;18. pregnant woman cant eat lamb. or so i heard. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;19. my mommy is naggy when she is angry.&lt;br /&gt;20. I MISS MALAYSIA!&lt;br /&gt;21. IT'S SO HOT! OMFG IT IS!&lt;br /&gt;22. i NEED to learn how to ride a bike.&lt;br /&gt;23. i ALSO need to beat my cuzin at running. which is impossible. comeone. he runs everyday!&lt;br /&gt;24. i'm a STICK! A BLOODY STICK! (i already knew that in malaysia tho)&lt;br /&gt;25. I MISS MY FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;26. I MISS BIANCA!&lt;br /&gt;27. I MISS MICHELLE&lt;br /&gt;28. I MISS CINDY!&lt;br /&gt;29. I MISS ZHENG ZHENG&lt;br /&gt;30. I MISS EVERYONEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;31. I need to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you!&lt;br /&gt;fungiiiiiiiifungusfungalicioiusly FUNGUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ILL UPDATE LATER! LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-7244872920632835438?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7244872920632835438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=7244872920632835438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7244872920632835438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7244872920632835438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/ummmm-things.html' title='ummmm things?'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-3949279672345781411</id><published>2007-08-09T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:03:08.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>OMFG i just called you but noooooooooooooooo you HAD to be out!!! WHY WHY WHY WHY WHYYYYYY!?!?!?!?!?!?!??????&lt;br /&gt;SNIFF.&lt;br /&gt;SNIFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!! miss you sooo effing much! I REALLY REALLY wanna be there and i miss you like crazy. CRAZY! like CRAZY KABLOOO CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there sooooooo much! snifffffffff&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guess wat? finished hp already in one day =P in less than 8 hours. MUAAHAHHAHAHAH. too bad it ended like that. dunno why so many had to die. sniff. i like Lupin. poor poor Lupin. poor Teddy and Fred and Tonks and the Weasley family. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;watched this movie earlier. had the girl from legally blond. MCDREAMY (OMFG he was sooo hottt =P) and ANOTHER hott guy. waddups with them and hott guys man? SNIFF. so unfair. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. did i mention i miss you like crazy? well i do. im just really sorry i cant be there. hey you noe wat. the swim party idea. i like it. =] maybe we could organize it. well. me organize it for you anyway. it'll be my 'Hi-im-in-America-and-i-cant-be-there-at-the-moment present for you. if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has to be close to this date (no duh) cuz ur bday has already passed. well is here at the moment. but probably would already pass for the party. =] maybe in next week or the week after that or something. Since its the hols. it should be no probs. =]&lt;br /&gt;i noe who you would invite already. =P&lt;br /&gt;me read your mind. MUIAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whichever. if you want. ill help send out invites and stuff. make me feel useful you noe? even tho im all the way here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. sorry babes. i cant buy u jewelry. heck, i cant buy myself jewelry. everything here is REAL. there arent any pirated things here. which sorta sucks. cuz even a pair of ear rings are 30US. which is like RM100. bloody hell. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to find things that would suit your room. not anything i can stuff in my luggage anhyway. you should look at it. its full beyond imagination. i bought at least 25 clothes and 2 pairs of shoes. =} ME=HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought you/michelle a pair of shoes. well. it's actually MEANT for you. but ihtink it might be a tad bit too small. i got michelle other things too. dont worry. =P tell michelle and everyone else i miss them like crazy and i AM going crazy here without you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres so much to say and so little time. its 1 am here already. funny thing is. NOW its the 9th. so HAPPY BIRTHDAY all over again. lucky you. you get 1 and a half day for ur bday. =] love youuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love- FUNGUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ill try to call you again.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s tell everyone else i love them too! &lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s I WASHED A BATHTUB TODAY! XD&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s.s WUVVVV YOUUU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-3949279672345781411?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3949279672345781411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=3949279672345781411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/3949279672345781411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/3949279672345781411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-5863054472298884733</id><published>2007-08-03T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:09:40.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reply</title><content type='html'>oh shaddup fung i know im really blur....&lt;br /&gt;holidays have been doing no good to my previously perfect (is that assonance??) brains....haha&lt;br /&gt;glad you seem like you're having fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stuck in kl....but its okay la...i miss you so much man!!!&lt;br /&gt;i wish you could be here for my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right...kelly...haha&lt;br /&gt;hmmm I LOVE NEW YORK....i havent been there but like wuteva i still love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy u stuff ah?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahahahh&lt;br /&gt;thats funny,.....&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;jkjk la.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you so much!! come back soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and p.s. i love stuff to decorate my room with...&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. jewellry, cds.....scrapbook materials....little d.t.-ish stuff....hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-5863054472298884733?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5863054472298884733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=5863054472298884733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5863054472298884733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5863054472298884733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/reply.html' title='reply'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-9062716672705532007</id><published>2007-08-03T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T13:33:16.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>st.loius 1</title><content type='html'>spoiling my story as in teling me wats gonna happen u blur blur blur case. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im at st.louis at the moment. ohhhh. i done loads and loads of shopping for everyone. trust me when i say LOAAADS. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;st.louis is quiet hot. cuz its summer. livin in my cuzins hse. dam cute hse sumore. dam niceeee. =P&lt;br /&gt;love it here. its the suburbs. so i might be able to go horse riding if im lucky. but im going shopping tomorrow. yes, again. muahahhahahahahahahahahahhahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything u need? bear in mind i already bought u... bout 4 things. =P see? im so nice. YOU BETTER GET ME SOMETHING. yes yes ur bday. 1 out of the four is ur bday prezzie. hehehhe. im so sad im missing ur bday. dont celebrate without me kay? lovee you. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha. KELLY is my brother's girlfriend you dumbo. dont remember meh? ayoh. blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the immature 27 yr old doctor is name jin sheen. i call him ah boy. or doctor boy. nuihehehehehehe. we have tickle fights. =P&lt;br /&gt;AND he is 27 yrs old. immmaaattuuuure. ahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talkin to mich a while ago. why do u always have to be away when im online?&lt;br /&gt;its like. 12.30 here. lol. AM i mean. unlike u. lucky ppl. everyones asleep already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWW YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORK!&lt;br /&gt;lol. i promise ill tell you more bout new york. chicago and st.louis. and more about america 2morrow. my daddy wanna use the lappy. hmph. bad daddy. *pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if possible ill send one of the four things bak to u and ask my dad to deliver it to you on ur birthday. the time here is messed up(and so is my maths) so i may be a little late (or early) in the birthday greeting. sorry babes. ill try to work it out. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you like crazy. its sad to think of msia. MISS YOU ALL LIKE CRAZY!!!.&lt;br /&gt;and lets see.  shirts. handbag. bikini. im not sure. i have to rummage through my bag to look for the things i bought for all of you all. i already noe who to give wat.after all i need to judge the size. hope you can fit in them.&lt;br /&gt; crikes. my daddy really wanna take the com now.&lt;br /&gt;ill write more tomorrow! i PROMISE!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itll proobably be ur sleepy time when i do. NIGHT BABES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MISS YOU LIKE HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-9062716672705532007?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9062716672705532007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=9062716672705532007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/9062716672705532007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/9062716672705532007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/08/stloius-1.html' title='st.loius 1'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-8085271284579339638</id><published>2007-07-29T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:07:06.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONGS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="290"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/PJFbw44bh8/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/PJFbw44bh8/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="290" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love these songs fung!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hope you like them too.....&lt;br /&gt;i love dancing in the moonlight best.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love bi..&lt;br /&gt;you should too you know...&lt;br /&gt;very beneficial....&lt;br /&gt;how and why do i know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love her too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-8085271284579339638?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8085271284579339638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=8085271284579339638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8085271284579339638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8085271284579339638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/07/songs.html' title='SONGS!!!'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-5140883853142681531</id><published>2007-07-29T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:13:49.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNGNNGGNGN!!!</title><content type='html'>What???? what do u mean by saying i spoiled your story??!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah we went to his house....huge....a lift and countless rooms.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!! I KNOW I WANT YOU TO COME BACK TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt; What's curry potato???never heard of it before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey im sorry i didnt go on9 just now....i was out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you now fung?? is it the new york library??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey could u do me a favour?? - go to all these historical places and get me those free pamphlets/brochures at those counters? can?&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to read and collect them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo can i get the bikini!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i want i want i want want want....&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is kelly the cousin?&lt;br /&gt;or your bro's sis??&lt;br /&gt;coz i remember you said somethign about her being a bio student....&lt;br /&gt;woah tell ur cousin to be a little less pessimistic man....&lt;br /&gt;haha....so a re you staying with his family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no way man!!!&lt;br /&gt;we are so not leaving you out of thigns!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i talka bout you all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right, Mich??"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Righty-o, BI!!"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i want you to be home for my bday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hmph....ahahahah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going to the cempaka production later...im gonna pick andrew then go to ming's, redz is going too.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you fungi!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;bi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;MISS YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CA- okay i'll stop that now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-5140883853142681531?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5140883853142681531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=5140883853142681531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5140883853142681531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/5140883853142681531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/07/fungnnggngn.html' title='FUNGNNGGNGN!!!'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-1377406078958409547</id><published>2007-07-29T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T12:58:04.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHICHICHICAGO!</title><content type='html'>FUCK!DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;you spoil my storyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;*SOB SOB SOB*&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;garrrrrrrrrr. dam you!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SNIFF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. lol. but serious? DONT TELL ME ANYMORE OR I WILL KILL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. u went to tr's hse? frikin unfair.... *cries*&lt;br /&gt;i would so rather be in msia with you guys. help me wish natty a happy bday kayz? faaaanks. i miss msia. i miss you all sooo so so so much! i cant wait to get home. i really really cant. US is great and all, and my brother is leaving. which is sad...&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO BACK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havnt watch curry potato yet. nor transformers. will watch it in st louis. &gt;&lt; hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. good things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the largest library ive seen before in my life today. dam cool. =P ten stories. friggin huge. i even got a map. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought the best heels ever!!!! =] dammm nice. ahahah. its $22. times it by 3.45, itll become RM. u do the math. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the things i bought for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a black v-neck top (tie behind type)&lt;br /&gt;brown bikini (friggin sexy =P)&lt;br /&gt;black and white hand bag (eeek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you all. (my darling besties) whoever can fit into wat. gets wat lar. lol. ill try to buy more. eheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought loads of clothes and pants for me myself and I tho. I get special treatment =P muahahahhaa. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are sorta expensive here. but the branded here compared to branded there are waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more cheaper. loads of sales are on. but even those are expensive. do you noe a normal apartment in New York (Which i have not been yet. still in chicago. going there tomorrow =P) cost 3 million US? thats like.. RM 10 MILLION!!!!! omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i have an immature 27 yr old cuzin thats a doctor. he insults me *pout* so i poke him =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. Kelly wants to become a doctor. so we were talking about the doctor stuff. lol. so heres what he has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good points:&lt;br /&gt;1. you get to save peoples lives.&lt;br /&gt;2. when you finish your residency you may earn about 300,000US a year (about a million RM) WHICH IS LOADS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad points.&lt;br /&gt;1. med schools very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;2. GREYS ANATOMY AND SCRUBS ARE TOTAL BULLSHIT. YOU DO NOT HAVE SEX. YOU HAVE NO TIME! (exact quote. sigh. men)&lt;br /&gt;3. 100 hours a week. holy shittt. a normal person is 40 hours a week. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;4. lucky to have 4 hours of sleep a day.&lt;br /&gt;5. on call all the time.&lt;br /&gt;6. ppl who work in Mcdonalds earn more per hour than a resident.&lt;br /&gt;7. after you graduate you still have to go to med school.&lt;br /&gt;8. 5 years of residency (including internship)&lt;br /&gt;9. NOT WORTH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry babes. my cusin's very pessimistic. lol. im sure there are more good points. he's just being a bastard. i think you should be a doctor tho. become famous. i get a famous best friend. *yay*&lt;br /&gt;lolzzz =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. miss you so much. hope you arent leaving me out of much things. =[&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how much i wish i could be there with you guys. sigh. michelle and sy are so lucky. i miss michelle too! LOADS.&lt;br /&gt;dont have too much fun without me! *CRY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, fungus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL UPDATE MORE LATER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-1377406078958409547?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1377406078958409547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=1377406078958409547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1377406078958409547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1377406078958409547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/07/chichichicago.html' title='CHICHICHICAGO!'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-7601182834552300451</id><published>2007-07-28T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:40:30.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISS YOU!!!</title><content type='html'>FUNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW ARE YOU???!?!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think you'd be able to go online so soon!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;woah that expensive huh?&lt;br /&gt;nevermind la....you dont have to get me a present....&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH! YOU LUCKY...UH ....GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;So many places, so little time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey give me more updates k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOL-DE-MORT!&lt;br /&gt;HA! i said his name.. didnt flinch!&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;but the movie sucks la....it cant compare to the book.....sigh....i was so disappointed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT???!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ginny and harry get married ginny and harry get married ginny and harry get married ginny and harry get married!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ron and hermione get married ron and hermione get married ron and hermione get married ron and hermione get married!!!!&lt;br /&gt;shhshahahaahahah......&lt;br /&gt;they have kids they have kids...all of them...alll of them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS THAT HAVE BEEN HAPPENING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Mich and I and Su Yen went to Yen's house, HUGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.We (above said "we") have singing lessonns!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Mich and I have tennis together now!!&lt;br /&gt;DONT worry....you're irreplaceable man....(did i spell that right??)&lt;br /&gt;4.Natalie's bday today - went to her place for her party with mich - put whole face in whipped cream - felt like vomiting - i still smell of baby vomit....hahah....&lt;br /&gt;5. cempaka production tomorrow - gonna watch it with drew, redz and mich&lt;br /&gt;6.oh my gosh and i went to ming's dance comp in shangri la!!! she was fabulous!! won champion, 2nd place and some others!! she basically won sth for every event she danced in!! the moves were brilliant man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it....so boring man....compared to yours la anyway.......sob sob.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;im reading harry potter 7 one more time!!! oh yeah!! i love hp man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness the weather sounds really unpredictable....I LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;how were the hotels so far??? nice??? the guys are "fei zhais" huh?? aahahha.... but when they were hot they were oh-so-hawt hu???&lt;br /&gt;haahahaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'VE BEEN LOBSTERIZED!! HAHAHHAHA!!! sorry....a bit high from all the cake and cream and sour cream and ice cream (i have seriously and all those typs of cream today hahhaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU LIKE A FAT GIRL (ME) MISSES HER FOOD WHEN SHE'S ON A DIET!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;MISS YOU (AS YOU SHOULD NOW KNOW)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXXXXXXXXXOOOOOOXOOXOOOOOOOOOXOOXXOXOXOXOXOXOXOOXXOOXX,&lt;br /&gt;bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. TAKE CARE yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-7601182834552300451?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7601182834552300451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=7601182834552300451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7601182834552300451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/7601182834552300451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/07/miss-you.html' title='MISS YOU!!!'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-4896861697963735578</id><published>2007-07-27T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T13:51:08.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMERICAA</title><content type='html'>biaaaaaaaaaaaancaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you sooo much. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got a chance to use the internet. I'm in san fransisco at the moment. its bloody cold here. tell u more about it later. im heading to chicago tomorrow. flights at um... 8 i think. sigh. need to wake up at 5am&lt;br /&gt;lucky you. its bout 11 pm here and its 1.30 there. sigh. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you loads.and i really thank you for the song. =] dont have time to read the poem. i promise ill try to read it asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really really sorry im missing your birthday. i really wanna be there. i miss you so much. &gt;&lt; and michelle and zheng and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things here are so expensive. the shoes are about 30-60 us which is like. 100-200rm.and the clothes are about there too. i found a few nice ones for you. i hope they can fit. and you better share them with me. i LOVE them. most of them anyway. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my trips like this. los angelus - las vegas - la - san diego - la - san fransisco. after this would be - chicago - new york - st.louis - la - MALAYSIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more weeks to go. &gt;&lt; till i get bak home. i miss you sooo much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few things i found out about places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los angelus.&lt;br /&gt;1. suns friggin hott. winds dam cold. WTH?&lt;br /&gt;2. it burned half my skin off. IVE BEEN LOBSTERIZED!&lt;br /&gt;3. disneyland's for kids. disneyland california adventures ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;4. hollywood aint that grand. it actually quite... old. and. not that grand.&lt;br /&gt;5. UNIVERSAL STUDIOS ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;6. LA aint that good either. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;update more later. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las vegas.&lt;br /&gt;1. hottest place on earth&lt;br /&gt;2. bloody loads of strip clubs. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;3. casinos are so cool! I WANNA PLAY POKER! dammit im too young.&lt;br /&gt;4. valet boys and cocktail girls earn shitload of cash.&lt;br /&gt;5. its a poker place rite? WHY THE HELL IS IT SO HRAD TO FIND POKER CHIPS!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;6. in the middle of a bloody desert.&lt;br /&gt;7. burned the other half of the skin off. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;update more later =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;san deigo.&lt;br /&gt;1. cold. and hot. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;2. SEA WORLD"s so cute. !&lt;br /&gt;3. SHAMU is pretty. Shamu the killer whale i mean.&lt;br /&gt;4. i bought a seal. ahahahaha a toy one of course. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;5. didn't see much tho. &lt;br /&gt;update more later too =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;san fransisco.&lt;br /&gt;1. HOLY SHIT COLD. FREEZING MY BUTT OFF HERE!&lt;br /&gt;2. dam dam dam cold. and its summer. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;3. road designers here do not use rulers. ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;4. golden gate bridge. isnt actually golden. its orange. weeeeird.&lt;br /&gt;5. golden gate bridge. is GINORMOUS!&lt;br /&gt;6. the houses are cute. =P&lt;br /&gt;7. and they look like those in the movies. ehehhee.&lt;br /&gt;update more latterrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA.&lt;br /&gt;1. FEI ZHAI's EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;2. saw a fei zai so fei he needed a stroller. im being serious. &lt;br /&gt;3. not alot of hot guys. but the hot guys that are here are like. 'WHOAAAH'&lt;br /&gt;4. but their not AMERICAN. &gt;&lt; lol&lt;br /&gt;5. weirdest place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;6. hot and cold. and hot and cold again.&lt;br /&gt;7. ummmmm. update more later. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? thats USA. promise ill tell you more about it next time. there's sooo much to tell and so little time.... it's getting late. so i should go.. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;ill try to get online in chicago kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love youuuu.&lt;br /&gt;you-know-who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;no im  serious. im voldermort. *flinch*&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. am i suppose to flinch at my own name?&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh. i think voldermort's ugly. oh wait. i just insulted myself.&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT i have to go home only i can read/watch harry poppoootterrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;SNIFFFFFF&lt;br /&gt;darnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU BIANCA.and all. =]&lt;br /&gt;- FUNGUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-4896861697963735578?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4896861697963735578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=4896861697963735578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4896861697963735578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4896861697963735578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/07/americaa.html' title='AMERICAA'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-1345764146752825202</id><published>2007-07-26T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T12:54:39.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Glaciers</title><content type='html'>Silver Glaciers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teetering on the edge of humanity,&lt;br /&gt;She stands, bold and brazen&lt;br /&gt;Gazing determinedly at the 175 degree slope before her&lt;br /&gt;She traces a cross on her padded chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icey wind slaps her face&lt;br /&gt;Peeling off several layers of her numb skin&lt;br /&gt;Her body, although seemingly rigid,&lt;br /&gt;Glides gracefully through the banks of elegant snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does she feel, I would like to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Is it the unbearable cold that takes over her entirely?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the overwhelming intensity of her focus?&lt;br /&gt;Whichever way, her graceful poise and gait hides it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delicate design of her skiis&lt;br /&gt;Make a swooshing sound as they turn corners&lt;br /&gt;Rapidly transporting her down the slope&lt;br /&gt;Engaging groups of curious people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lifts her eyes from the slope for a second &lt;br /&gt;Astonished by the picturesque view &lt;br /&gt;The off-white glaciers reflected the sun's glare&lt;br /&gt;She squinted to prevent the sunlight obscuring her view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oncemore, she glanced up,&lt;br /&gt;The mountain's trees gave off a bluish tinge&lt;br /&gt;Their fronds weighed down by the morning's downpour of snow&lt;br /&gt;Making its surroundings even colder than it really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling her legs cutting through the knee's-deep of snow&lt;br /&gt;A sudden emotion of elation welled inside her&lt;br /&gt;As she turned a sharp corner&lt;br /&gt;She glanced up and was amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts and emotions ended&lt;br /&gt;The journey down, as fast as it had started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Bi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-1345764146752825202?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1345764146752825202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=1345764146752825202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1345764146752825202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/1345764146752825202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/07/silver-glaciers.html' title='Silver Glaciers'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-6061216926899200649</id><published>2007-07-25T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T09:17:13.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Carry Your Heart With Me by E. E. Cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry your heart with me(i carry it in&lt;br /&gt;my heart)i am never without it(anywhere&lt;br /&gt;i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;by only me is your doing,my darling)&lt;br /&gt;i fear&lt;br /&gt;no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want&lt;br /&gt;no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this poem great?&lt;br /&gt;It's read out in "In Her Shoes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To : Tai Fung Ying Tan&lt;br /&gt;From: Bianca Hoh Yen Peng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-6061216926899200649?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6061216926899200649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=6061216926899200649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6061216926899200649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/6061216926899200649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-carry-your-heart-with-me-by-e.html' title=''/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-1531167963833032254</id><published>2007-07-18T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T16:47:09.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh fungi is still not back...&lt;br /&gt;what am i saying!&lt;br /&gt;of course she isnt.....she's only been gone three days!&lt;br /&gt;geez.....&lt;br /&gt;and she's gonna miss my birthday.....how sucky is that......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-4302857139162437842</id><published>2007-07-15T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:45:33.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear fungus just left kuala lumpur..........&lt;br /&gt;sob sob.....oh well....usa has her now and they will, i hope fin her highly amusing.....&lt;br /&gt;hahah....dont know why i felt i like saying that.....&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly wonder if michelle knows about our blog.....i hope....&lt;br /&gt;anyway HARRY POTTER MONTH IS THIS MONTH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hhaha...jk jk its just that the book's coming out AND the movie too.....&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;i love harry potter so much....unfortunately michy doesnt really fancy reading....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss fungus already!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love bi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-4302857139162437842?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4302857139162437842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=4302857139162437842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4302857139162437842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/4302857139162437842'/><link rel='alternate' 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SNIFF. *HUGHUGHUG*&lt;br /&gt;*cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. shits. gtg now. ill seeee yoooooooooooooooooooooooooou&lt;br /&gt;and miss you. =]&lt;br /&gt;looooooooooooooooooooove, fungus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. *sniff* my brother *sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-8840042381481718613?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8840042381481718613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=8840042381481718613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8840042381481718613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/8840042381481718613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/07/bye.html' title='bye'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</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-6728961639962875229.post-3862510242108379531</id><published>2007-07-15T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:34:20.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half an hour</title><content type='html'>leaving in half an hour to the airport. This will be my last entry until I come back. Unless the internet there works, then ill post there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how US will be like? I really miss horse riding. Odd, I noe, but I hope there is a ranch there. And I miss Turner. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you bi. LOADS. and of course michelle, zheng, cindy, jason, andrew, so on... =]&lt;br /&gt;WILL MISS YOU ALL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looooove, Fungus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728961639962875229-3862510242108379531?l=chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3862510242108379531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728961639962875229&amp;postID=3862510242108379531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/3862510242108379531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728961639962875229/posts/default/3862510242108379531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesoftwogirls.blogspot.com/2007/07/half-hour.html' title='half an hour'/><author><name>†тне ѕтогу оғ тwо giгls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196160090830899666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
