<?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-4737259685552411686</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:17:08.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden to remember, Terrified to forget.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-7585629010185462635</id><published>2010-08-08T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:05:51.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over the bar</title><content type='html'>t's official. this blog is dead. i am dead. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm too lazy to update. and no one reads it anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont expect anyone to read it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life sucks. i'm bored. i hate blogging on this site now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this summer sucks. it's not supposed to rain in summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you are not supposed to wear ugg boots in malaysia. major what the fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least it was nice at the beach 2 weekends ago ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503209202145416338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/TF9TnLKJ1JI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/zEMWrBMKTok/s400/38117_1495464782546_1111866149_1422789_2565694_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503209187855352034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/TF9TmV7IwOI/AAAAAAAAA8I/UYA2ssMs-ik/s400/steph+and+i.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-7585629010185462635?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7585629010185462635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=7585629010185462635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7585629010185462635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7585629010185462635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2010/08/over-bar.html' title='over the bar'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/TF9TnLKJ1JI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/zEMWrBMKTok/s72-c/38117_1495464782546_1111866149_1422789_2565694_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-3382590555236964884</id><published>2010-06-22T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T02:02:36.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>I felt so sad in school today. Not only because it was the last day of school, also because I am officially in grade 12 now. Grade 12.. me.. I never thought of it before. I am terrified as to wht the future will bring to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not prepared, I still feel like a kid. I AM a kid. I want my mummy ):&lt;br /&gt;I think my shortness has something to do with it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, this is so emotional for me! I actually don't mind high school all that much.. Sure, i HATE school and the work that comes with it, but I've been in JH for the past 5 years, and I'm truly comfortable there. I know the teachers, they know me, I know my way around, the insides and outs. I'm attached. However much I may hate JH, JH is my school &lt;3. All this gradding and commencement stuff that has been going on for the grade 12's really got to me. Grad, commencement, grad transitions. GAH. Getting to know everyone over the years has truly been a wonderful experience for me. Of course there's been the ups and downs, goods and bads, but overall, i REALLY loved this year. From making new friends, to getting to know the old ones better, it has been making memories in my mind which I will cherish forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm most definitely going to miss everyone, that's for sure. I just hope everyone keeps in contact with each other, but hey, that's why facebook exists today! ;) Many of us will separate and go our own ways, many of us might end up in the same universities, either way, I don't want to lose the friendship I have gained through my life experience in highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so little most of the time, but it's scary to know that we're all in the same position. Comforting most of the time, i'm glad there we're all in this together. Just the bare idea of never stepping foot into high school anymore as a 'citizen of JH' will be hard to adjust to.. Theatre Company, Leadership, after school hang-outs, McDonald's, I'm going to miss this all! I will miss my classes, which only remains with me in memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My few tight friends, who have been by my side through thick and through thin, since grade 7, till grade 12, shaped me to be the person which I am today. Good times, bad times, I'm glad we were and ARE there for each other. Tahiyat &amp;amp; Stephanie, I don't know if you guys know this, but seriously, I LOVE you two. Without y'all, I honestly don't know where I'd be. It's natural instinct to tell you everything, feeling comfortable about it, and doing things together. I really hope we get into the same uni, or at the very least meet up often. I'm going to miss this SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing a locker this year has been the best thing ever for me. From not having enough space in it, to decorating it, to having people marvel at our posters, and being the sole meeting-up place for everyone, it has just been truly lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ania, Elena, Rhianna, Natasha, Arthur, Eric, Micah, Nisha, you guys just make my day's so much more brighter either seeing you in the hallway, or in class, or by our lockers. I'm glad to you have people as my friends, it makes me happy inside. It really does.&lt;br /&gt;I cherish all the memories we have together, and I hope we make more. It's been great getting to know everyone better this year, thats for sure, but it's also been awesome knowing that you'd be there when you need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't even been a day.. or at least 12 hours since school has ended, and technically we're 12th graders when we receive our report cards next week, but I don't know. It just hit me really hard. We're graduating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I'm going to miss ALL of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-3382590555236964884?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/3382590555236964884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=3382590555236964884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3382590555236964884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3382590555236964884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2010/06/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-9097901532616902183</id><published>2010-06-04T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:55:41.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARK TAIL HOO HA HA</title><content type='html'>Oh dear golly... i havent updated in more than 2 months. This is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stress + school + theatre company + laziness took over the better part of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 months, 2 plays, a whole lot of things happening and a haircut later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm here to say HI :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I was blog hopping and realized i havent updated in ages.. and while waiting for my iPod to be backed up and stuff.. why not update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll definitely update this weekend for the heck of it. Not like anyone reads this abandoned blog anyway. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:49 am.. maybe i should start on something now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's friday already! WOOOOOOOoo~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School ends in 2 weeks. WOOOOOOOOOOo~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ECLIPSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GETTING MY N.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUMMER.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478822874202301234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/TAiwYEQc4zI/AAAAAAAAA7o/k3a1lP9wHrA/s400/28559_126398304054495_100000529781272_237599_3618467_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new hurr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478822884518188962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/TAiwYqr816I/AAAAAAAAA7w/QVnaYDU-oOE/s400/30036_1435496083366_1111866149_1265529_7118507_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jannat! &lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478822887524752114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/TAiwY14xWvI/AAAAAAAAA74/O6uxpok3ml8/s400/SDC12499-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;twin day back in april!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TAHUUUUUUUUUU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478822898505683458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/TAiwZey1EgI/AAAAAAAAA8A/32Kx2_4HCgs/s400/DSCN1271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tahu's french group. I helped out :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;good night all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-9097901532616902183?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/9097901532616902183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=9097901532616902183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/9097901532616902183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/9097901532616902183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2010/06/shark-tail-hoo-ha-ha.html' title='SHARK TAIL HOO HA HA'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/TAiwYEQc4zI/AAAAAAAAA7o/k3a1lP9wHrA/s72-c/28559_126398304054495_100000529781272_237599_3618467_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-5492278947894833568</id><published>2010-03-25T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:34:57.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S6xbC5o2z5I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/ug0HJ-cZK04/s1600/24154_1365382170562_1111866149_1090428_5147937_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452833354228879250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S6xbC5o2z5I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/ug0HJ-cZK04/s400/24154_1365382170562_1111866149_1090428_5147937_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4737259685552411686-5492278947894833568?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5492278947894833568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=5492278947894833568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5492278947894833568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5492278947894833568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S6xbC5o2z5I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/ug0HJ-cZK04/s72-c/24154_1365382170562_1111866149_1090428_5147937_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-7712203771535348806</id><published>2010-03-19T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T02:42:31.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you Believe?</title><content type='html'>Kinda late for this...&lt;br /&gt;but i seriously &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WIyUBdukE0M&amp;amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WIyUBdukE0M&amp;autoplay=1" hl="en_US&amp;fs=" rel="0&amp;border=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really believe.. I lied.&lt;br /&gt;The olympics have caused a huuuuuuuge amount in debts for this country. We're all screwed. So are the future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, no point complaining about it now, it's happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-7712203771535348806?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7712203771535348806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=7712203771535348806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7712203771535348806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7712203771535348806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-believe.html' title='Do you Believe?'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-2779749594601854975</id><published>2010-03-04T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:20:37.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan Man Fox</title><content type='html'>Honestly has the hottest body EVER.&lt;br /&gt;this is going on my vision board for JIZZle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S5Cu_wkq_II/AAAAAAAAA7I/F98gqDxyOng/s1600-h/6a00e54f91645288340120a8fadbde970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445044359884635266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S5Cu_wkq_II/AAAAAAAAA7I/F98gqDxyOng/s400/6a00e54f91645288340120a8fadbde970b-800wi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On with other news, I'm posting pictures from the Olympics. Damn, i miss all the hype and hoopla about it.&lt;br /&gt;Me, along with millions of other Canadians were ecstatic when Canada won the final mens hockey game against the US. Suck on that bitchezzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445043936508883650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S5CunHYBssI/AAAAAAAAA6I/iKFnj9BzxTw/s400/26038_1347246117172_1111866149_1046416_4708058_n.jpg" /&gt;This is the fire cauldron where the Olympic torch lit it up on the opening day when Canada 'welcomed the world'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S5Cu_sZV0yI/AAAAAAAAA7A/lCAT5GU3-H4/s1600-h/26038_1347248837240_1111866149_1046482_708054_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445044358763369250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S5Cu_sZV0yI/AAAAAAAAA7A/lCAT5GU3-H4/s400/26038_1347248837240_1111866149_1046482_708054_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The five olympic ringsssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S5Cu_SdgnyI/AAAAAAAAA64/Lp9FqqjDtX8/s1600-h/26038_1347248717237_1111866149_1046479_2714417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445044351801532194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S5Cu_SdgnyI/AAAAAAAAA64/Lp9FqqjDtX8/s400/26038_1347248717237_1111866149_1046479_2714417_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S5Cu_LdRBYI/AAAAAAAAA6w/rdGeKUwPcis/s1600-h/26038_1347247837215_1111866149_1046459_6959409_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445044349921461634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S5Cu_LdRBYI/AAAAAAAAA6w/rdGeKUwPcis/s400/26038_1347247837215_1111866149_1046459_6959409_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445044338583609410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S5Cu-hOHIEI/AAAAAAAAA6o/q_bTWqPhg9U/s400/26038_1347247557208_1111866149_1046452_5602475_n.jpg" /&gt;Noobz is mah best featurr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445043954346630018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S5CuoJ04G4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/exBNgm90oX4/s400/26038_1347246997194_1111866149_1046438_2720194_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The official timer till the games ended. pce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445043951268826546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S5Cun-XEjbI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/GfcrCCfUgLw/s400/26038_1347246517182_1111866149_1046426_6889918_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445043942742901074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S5CunemVQVI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/W-i6Ljjqm90/s400/26038_1347246437180_1111866149_1046424_6364149_n.jpg" /&gt;Sesat picture from Metrooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445043927787030258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S5Cumm4kxvI/AAAAAAAAA6A/UIxPtEDqkC0/s400/26038_1347245837165_1111866149_1046409_3744654_n.jpg" /&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/4737259685552411686-2779749594601854975?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2779749594601854975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=2779749594601854975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2779749594601854975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2779749594601854975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2010/03/megan-man-fox.html' title='Megan Man Fox'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S5Cu_wkq_II/AAAAAAAAA7I/F98gqDxyOng/s72-c/6a00e54f91645288340120a8fadbde970b-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-3615928523150791991</id><published>2010-03-03T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:59:43.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption's Son</title><content type='html'>Spring break in 2 days. YUSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed up for the gym, YUSS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally excited! FINALLY get to go, lose some of that pudge that i've been lugging around...&lt;br /&gt;I'll drive there with my sister, we shall work out.. then leave. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of TC again.. I'm not excited this time.. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I feel ike... It won't be as fun. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is killing me.. like seriously. I need a tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating a lot lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats pretty much it... I'll update this poor baby next week or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychology and French homework awaits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-3615928523150791991?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/3615928523150791991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=3615928523150791991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3615928523150791991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3615928523150791991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2010/03/redemptions-son.html' title='Redemption&apos;s Son'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-6498629524204010591</id><published>2010-02-05T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:19:18.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big butt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2zflRRvBbI/AAAAAAAAA54/2c9EkkMiSfs/s1600-h/19633_204707089952_517624952_768639_7346818_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434964681715287474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2zflRRvBbI/AAAAAAAAA54/2c9EkkMiSfs/s400/19633_204707089952_517624952_768639_7346818_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2zfkzicmaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/D5ZyvWYEg40/s1600-h/22380_1316650992313_1111866149_965750_8186978_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434964673732319650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2zfkzicmaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/D5ZyvWYEg40/s400/22380_1316650992313_1111866149_965750_8186978_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2zfkfX2nxI/AAAAAAAAA5o/DzV4CEGvtTY/s1600-h/DSC02299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434964668319178514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2zfkfX2nxI/AAAAAAAAA5o/DzV4CEGvtTY/s400/DSC02299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2zfjyM92lI/AAAAAAAAA5g/0v1kzYdqPrc/s1600-h/DSC02147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434964656193919570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2zfjyM92lI/AAAAAAAAA5g/0v1kzYdqPrc/s400/DSC02147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-6498629524204010591?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6498629524204010591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=6498629524204010591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6498629524204010591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6498629524204010591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-butt.html' title='Big butt'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2zflRRvBbI/AAAAAAAAA54/2c9EkkMiSfs/s72-c/19633_204707089952_517624952_768639_7346818_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-7326252993283694751</id><published>2010-01-30T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:17:54.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>500 days later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am terribly, terribly sorry for not updating this blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been wanting to post stuff up, but my laziness gets the best of me. Plus, things have been happening anyway. No one reads this blog anyway *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Update from December in a nutshell:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The play went really well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winter break came and went.. Tahu wasn't here to enjoy it with me..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new year came and went. woohoo~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I turned 17.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My finals and provincials are OVER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new school term starts on monday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's pretty much it. I've been so stressed out these past few weeks, its not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already see the wrinkles showing up on my fore-head and around my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I bought make-up today from Sephora xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Being 17 is not easy... 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Starting kickboxing on tuesday! Am I ever excited! Can't wait to lose weight! :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the rest of the post with pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second day of the play&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432481118574840802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2QMy3mri-I/AAAAAAAAA5I/uTfHtsqBqp4/s400/10855_371495490092_545865092_10163809_4819336_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Birthday :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432480317920650450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2QMEQ72JNI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/3E6NuNYadaU/s400/17575_275833110394_516580394_5057377_3142790_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432480312544932994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2QMD86LNII/AAAAAAAAA4A/Qw1AfZfmZFs/s400/17575_275832955394_516580394_5057358_1643253_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432480316337536658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2QMELCZvpI/AAAAAAAAA4I/p63bv2eCZNI/s400/17575_275833035394_516580394_5057370_6915371_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432480942872615362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2QMopEAWcI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/vxuo7gIuDRo/s400/17575_275833195394_516580394_5057389_7280907_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432480952104282482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2QMpLdAaXI/AAAAAAAAA4g/2ioqQ7o1zb0/s400/17575_275833325394_516580394_5057401_2192652_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A day spent in Vancouver &lt;3&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432480300591455538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2QMDQYPnTI/AAAAAAAAA34/2knkqJSFf24/s400/17575_267155855394_516580394_5006545_1754236_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432480300385700146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2QMDPnMCTI/AAAAAAAAA3w/LiQwfpbx-co/s400/17575_267155815394_516580394_5006543_5015558_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random stuff with Tahu &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432480960238837442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2QMppwb3sI/AAAAAAAAA4w/9WHoudwLS8c/s400/19380_1309522774112_1111866149_945857_6952314_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432481112674234770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2QMyhn3cZI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Waj5cn6Q3FQ/s400/19380_1309523734136_1111866149_945881_7263356_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432480955829998818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2QMpZVSVOI/AAAAAAAAA4o/s16f2rzR0ss/s400/19380_1305336549459_1111866149_933792_5754772_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432480964271740386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2QMp4x9FeI/AAAAAAAAA44/I4ioFnz8HBQ/s400/19380_1309523694135_1111866149_945880_7463594_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. this post was made last weekend..obviously i was in a much better mood then.&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-7326252993283694751?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7326252993283694751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=7326252993283694751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7326252993283694751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7326252993283694751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2010/01/500-days-later.html' title='500 days later'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/S2QMy3mri-I/AAAAAAAAA5I/uTfHtsqBqp4/s72-c/10855_371495490092_545865092_10163809_4819336_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-2582041980821057693</id><published>2009-11-29T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:24:50.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It goes on and on and on and on and on and on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409746106352402546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxNHa_IwAHI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/FnRXIBiF7go/s400/15837_208166965394_516580394_4623562_4314533_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Beauty and the beast? hahahaha joking. I love Steph's camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxNHbKqWz1I/AAAAAAAAA3g/3hUih_j1wDw/s1600/untitledyy.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s818.photobucket.com/albums/zz108/belsb/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitledyy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i818.photobucket.com/albums/zz108/belsb/untitledyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultus Lake during a Fall evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s818.photobucket.com/albums/zz108/belsb/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitledhy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i818.photobucket.com/albums/zz108/belsb/untitledhy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photography courtesy of Stephanie. &amp;hearts;&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/4737259685552411686-2582041980821057693?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2582041980821057693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=2582041980821057693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2582041980821057693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2582041980821057693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-goes-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and-on.html' title='It goes on and on and on and on and on and on...'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxNHa_IwAHI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/FnRXIBiF7go/s72-c/15837_208166965394_516580394_4623562_4314533_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-1762333137040032056</id><published>2009-11-29T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:35:38.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLE333EEE33E3E3E33EEEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE GLEE. TO THE BOTTOMEST PIT OF MY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409453058857644466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxI85YJcMbI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Edh5ienmqJA/s400/Glee_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409453055998361154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxI85Nfu_kI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/sYkObUopqAM/s400/glee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409453068038650642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxI856WXOxI/AAAAAAAAA2o/XyMJzh-Z0ck/s400/Glee%2BCast%2BGlee.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; Finn Hudson (top left) and Rachele Berry (bottom right).&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THEM TO BE TOGETHER DAMN IT. And not Finn and Quinn.&lt;br /&gt;Quinn and go bugger off with Puck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL AND EMMA SHOULD BE TOGETHER AND THAT CRAZY TERRI can go away too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KURT IS &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH OMGOMGOMGOGMOMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ITS THE BEST COMEDY-SERIES OF THE SEASON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so buying the entire season box when it comes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOoOoOoOoOoVE GLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUZwdbeS2mM&amp;amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUZwdbeS2mM&amp;autoplay=1" hl="en_US&amp;fs=" rel="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-1762333137040032056?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1762333137040032056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=1762333137040032056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1762333137040032056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1762333137040032056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/11/gle333eee33e3e3e33eeeeeeee.html' title='GLE333EEE33E3E3E33EEEEEEEE'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxI85YJcMbI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Edh5ienmqJA/s72-c/Glee_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-8135768104921197787</id><published>2009-11-29T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:10:48.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The wolfs' out of the bag"</title><content type='html'>Long time no blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I did not abandon this blog. I've just been incredibly busy and lazy. Being part of Theatre Company is making me lose my mind. So stressful! I love every bit of it though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes staying back after school is fun. Most of the time its not. But I totally enjoy the experience I'm having being a part of something so major, having an important role. hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409440727370246514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxIxrlxvKXI/AAAAAAAAA0o/eBwvMxmZF-s/s400/11436_1258637982024_1111866149_795751_6833209_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting into the spirit yenno.. A Christmas Carol and stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409441993566088322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxIy1SuWbII/AAAAAAAAA14/mcQInv8r6Ao/s400/untitledg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh dear lord of the shorties, please make me grow a few inches taller and I will be forever grateful to you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409440725800695458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxIxrf7htqI/AAAAAAAAA0g/J45CKsNSpYE/s400/11436_1258637902022_1111866149_795749_4274264_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like my I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt; Malaysia t-shirt. It's pretty big for an XS size.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;It's a change from the typical I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt; NY t-shirts and plus, no one knows where Malaysia is. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apart from all this TC craziness, Steph, Tahiyat and I managed to catch the premiere show of New Moon on the 19th. It was awesome. The experience of waiting 4 hours in line, the anticipation, picture-taking, being with friends.. all of it was really fun. What made it funner was that there was school the next day. :B&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s818.photobucket.com/albums/zz108/belsb/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11217.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i818.photobucket.com/albums/zz108/belsb/SDC11217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409440734546010162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxIxsAgkoDI/AAAAAAAAA04/HTajOmiIIL0/s400/11436_1258638422035_1111866149_795762_3349916_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409440733518180866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxIxr8rhMgI/AAAAAAAAA0w/9oo0edbg6oU/s400/11436_1258638382034_1111866149_795761_1770705_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409441991326322498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxIy1KYWT0I/AAAAAAAAA1w/Oub7FYqKfHg/s400/untitledf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I guess this is what you do when you're in line for 4 hours.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409440741947043186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxIxscFHbXI/AAAAAAAAA1A/DLd5Etuptps/s400/11436_1258638942048_1111866149_795775_5654741_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were first in line, so it was all good. Got the seats we wanted AND got to tell people that this was the front of the line.. hehehehheeh :$&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409441702800138514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxIykXiWIRI/AAAAAAAAA1o/g01fv9ScDLw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crazy twi-hards. Except Jessica LOL. (Glad I'm not the shortest there.. hehehe ilu Jessica.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So today I watched New Moon again with Amy. It was awesome again the 2nd time around. I enjoyed each and every part of it. I feel bad for Jake. I must say all their acting is &lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt; better this time around. its made $200 MILLION in just over a week. YUSSSSSSS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also watched the Blind Side. I watched it by myself. It was cool sitting in the theatre by myself. Interesting experience. haha&lt;br /&gt;Whilst waiting for papa to pick me up. Ended up watching the whole thing cuz I didn't want to leave halfway. Before the movie even started all these old people started coming in and I'm like wtf.. then this old couple come in with wheelers.. Contemplated on leaving, but I watched it anyway :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a goooooooood movie.&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched New Moon again. (Dont hate)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently, I look different here. Thoughts anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s818.photobucket.com/albums/zz108/belsb/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11324-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i818.photobucket.com/albums/zz108/belsb/SDC11324-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-8135768104921197787?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8135768104921197787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=8135768104921197787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8135768104921197787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8135768104921197787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/11/wolfs-out-of-bag.html' title='&quot;The wolfs&apos; out of the bag&quot;'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SxIxrlxvKXI/AAAAAAAAA0o/eBwvMxmZF-s/s72-c/11436_1258637982024_1111866149_795751_6833209_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-7334429344607906298</id><published>2009-11-07T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:34:28.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! It's love?</title><content type='html'>Hay peoplez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So halloween came and went, got candy and chips, and even a set of stickers this time! Pretty awesome. Not as much as last year though, oh well. Anyway, we watched paranormal activity that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty good movie. The ending just freaked me out completely. It was creepy/scary and I screamed like a man and cried. Yes, yes I cried. I couldn't stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itwas like BAM! and im like "AHHH AHH AHHH MUMMYYYYYY AHHHHHHHHHHhhh *cry cry*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I recommend it to you guys! Watch it! It was especially creepy cuz it was on Halloween and there was no one sitting beside me except our jackets that looked like a figure..&lt;br /&gt;okay, Im gna stop talkingabout the movie because I'm currently alone outside here and I don't wanna creep myself out further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week, I FINALLY GOT TO GO ON MY SECOND HIGHSCHOOL FIELD TRIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401639382572202514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SvZ6Zjr5-hI/AAAAAAAAAz4/-PajDHYu-C4/s400/SDC11077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had timmy hoe's after, and it was gross. Well, i didnt like it. I dont drink hot chocolate anyway.. haha&lt;br /&gt;look at my hair! its horrible! The rain ruined it and made it go into big-lion-hair-mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through my pictures, and if there aren't pictures of me by myself, its most likely that it'll be with Tahiyat Zaman. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take SO many pictures with her, we share the same passion of picture-taking, which is lovely. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is probably the closest person to be, aside from my sister and mum.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, shes like a sister to me.&lt;br /&gt;I tell her everything. Sad, happy, embarassing, my dreams and wishes. Everything. Nothing is left out.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how 2/3 years has made us so tight. We pretty much do everything together. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She supports me, she listens to me, she understands me and never judges me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much lost without her in school, and it's going to be hard without her here for a month. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so many plans, so many arrangements for now and the future. I'm so excited to check them off my list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm married to her on facebook, and if she ever breaks it off, i'll be terribly sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how I'm always online, and if a day goes by without us talking online, it's just weird for me.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401633127492870290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SvZ0tdsx4JI/AAAAAAAAAzI/SqQCE48Oskg/s400/SDC10454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We share a mutual love and passion for twilight &amp;amp; rob. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401633121869620418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SvZ0tIwF5MI/AAAAAAAAAzA/LXR9-IllvXU/s400/n509783892_696603_5901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wayyy back in summer of grade 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401633112249586258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SvZ0sk6f0lI/AAAAAAAAAyw/NAEZPObrqew/s400/SDC11039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401633109463384258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SvZ0saiNwMI/AAAAAAAAAyo/-EUjdLq8vnk/s400/SDC11019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401626419889110674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SvZunB7a_pI/AAAAAAAAAyY/c463_1gJefI/s400/SDC11149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401626104330056994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SvZuUqYR9SI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qy9dyjfR6tQ/s400/SDC11146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401626098676452354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SvZuUVUWzAI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Zey5vDSZ_Zc/s400/SDC11128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401626089241850914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SvZuTyK-NCI/AAAAAAAAAyA/aDjXPqHdtAk/s400/SDC11126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401626084540561570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SvZuTgqGOKI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ImlGEAcBcY8/s400/SDC11119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401626425475548562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SvZunWvVRZI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ag-0_HaJeQ4/s400/SDC10862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401626081127900002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SvZuTT8dI2I/AAAAAAAAAxw/qA_a7BKUnsM/s400/SDC11113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ilu tahu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4737259685552411686-7334429344607906298?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7334429344607906298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=7334429344607906298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7334429344607906298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7334429344607906298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-its-love.html' title='Oh! It&apos;s love?'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SvZ6Zjr5-hI/AAAAAAAAAz4/-PajDHYu-C4/s72-c/SDC11077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-4325453206864618986</id><published>2009-11-01T22:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:26:40.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;October 30th, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su53bakNo5I/AAAAAAAAAv4/oRxXX37Ptmg/s1600-h/SDC10816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399384316135187346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su53bakNo5I/AAAAAAAAAv4/oRxXX37Ptmg/s400/SDC10816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399384319165542658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su53bl2tMQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/zPdNV-PypkQ/s400/SDC10818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399384323510351250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su53b2CltZI/AAAAAAAAAwI/XRMr-tuUE0I/s400/SDC10825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399384329297110658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su53cLmQpoI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/tq4cQRottZo/s400/SDC10846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399384334466831602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su53ce20VPI/AAAAAAAAAwY/lbUruYhoBhQ/s400/SDC10855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399384874147173346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su5375Uo0-I/AAAAAAAAAwg/UBzJWaqp9y8/s400/SDC10854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399384878838427074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su538KzHrcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/KHvblFBwuoc/s400/SDC10858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399384880761009954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su538R9f9yI/AAAAAAAAAww/zRXVGBTihKw/s400/SDC10860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399384889929474898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su5380Hbo1I/AAAAAAAAAw4/9Cow0mTqfjM/s400/SDC10868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399384897406057538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su539P9_PEI/AAAAAAAAAxA/xRVVrh3xd6A/s400/SDC10892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399385649775325330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su54pCwzMJI/AAAAAAAAAxI/9WciJwkCReA/s400/SDC10905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399385657500437922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su54pfinDaI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/2jScD_WJB5s/s400/SDC10914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399385660079593970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su54ppJh2fI/AAAAAAAAAxY/nDzmcnT4JLw/s400/SDC10927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399385661915647474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su54pv_RzfI/AAAAAAAAAxg/uG3gOReL_-o/s400/SDC10931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399385662540630354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su54pyUSSVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/tDwKVHsWIJk/s400/SDC10942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 31st, 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;p.s. Happy Belated Birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Jaishree!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hope you had a wonderful 16th birthday! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-4325453206864618986?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/4325453206864618986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=4325453206864618986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4325453206864618986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4325453206864618986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/11/boo.html' title='Boo'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Su53bakNo5I/AAAAAAAAAv4/oRxXX37Ptmg/s72-c/SDC10816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-4739316362094523672</id><published>2009-10-24T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:43:20.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goo goo Gajoo</title><content type='html'>So at my attempt to update my failsome blog, blogger failed on me. The post i spent nearly an hour putting together did not get published because Blogger is a mofo-jackfart. It had an 'error' apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently waiting for Tahiyat to surface online so that she can tell me about her wonderful experience tonight ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hard. I had to wake up at 9 on a weekend! Thats just riduncoolous. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I ended up waking up at 9:45 and there by had to rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Steph volunteered fr that Breast cancer thing at safeway. Spent hours on our feet getting people to donate and eat the disgusting cake that was served. I dont know why everyone was so goo goo ga ga over that cake. I like cake, but I do not eat it. Why? Because they are sweet, and loaded with calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am forced to eat cakes during birthday parties where it will seem extremely rude if I do not. My friends know I do not eat cake, but force me to, which I don't like. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wellz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were actually going to &lt;s&gt;stalk&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;bump&lt;/em&gt; into tahiyat at metrotown, but no, mummy somehow read my mind and called me and spazzed at me to gethome and do chemistry homework. -.-" wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, I went photograph-taking with steph in Chilliwack. The scenery is gorgeous, with all the trees turning red and orange! Pictures will be posted when steph posts them.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my hair wasn't all that big today )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not using conditioner once makes a huge difference in my hair's life. Its pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Cultus Lake to take some pictures. Gorgeous sun set there. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;There were also a ton of dead fish everywhere.. eeeew.&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes were gone.. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I am terribly sleepy tonight, I might just go to bed earlier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Proposal rocks my socks. &lt;em&gt;Yes, I said that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Reynolds. mmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-4739316362094523672?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/4739316362094523672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=4739316362094523672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4739316362094523672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4739316362094523672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/10/goo-goo-gajoo.html' title='Goo goo Gajoo'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-5364750665564736340</id><published>2009-10-22T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:30:06.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Rotten fruit cannot be healed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-5364750665564736340?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5364750665564736340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=5364750665564736340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5364750665564736340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5364750665564736340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/10/rotten-fruit-cannot-be-healed.html' title='&apos;Rotten fruit cannot be healed'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-7845879188748222422</id><published>2009-10-19T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:59:09.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ku Ku Kachoo</title><content type='html'>Gossip girl starts in 4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went surprisingly well. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some jerk stole my L sign from the back of the car. Most probably for their locker. Such noobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chemistry homework, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God it's going to snow very very &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; soon. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purrrrrfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow is pretty to look at, not pretty to live through. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394511262715099730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/St0naX76OlI/AAAAAAAAAto/l4WXCSLC5gs/s400/SDC10433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still wear this. haha (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-7845879188748222422?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7845879188748222422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=7845879188748222422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7845879188748222422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7845879188748222422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/10/ku-ku-kachoo.html' title='Ku Ku Kachoo'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/St0naX76OlI/AAAAAAAAAto/l4WXCSLC5gs/s72-c/SDC10433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-6826340899539270754</id><published>2009-10-18T01:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:10:55.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just haven't met you yet.</title><content type='html'>So, yes. It's been ages since I've updated my blog, not including the previous (bitter) post i made in the rain whilst waiting for mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe theres only 34 days till New Moon! Of course, I've already purchased my ticket. A week ago :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened. Theatre Company PR meetings have been going smoothly, so thats good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry hates me, thats not so good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese students came the other day. They were from Nichidai Fujisawa High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this chick named Mina.  She was really nice. Her english wasn't too good, so I did what i could to communicate, and I say we did pretty well.   They only have 2 computrrs in the their library apparently. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nothing makes me happier than my best friend getting a message from HER friend saying he likes her. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes my life! I'm so happy for her! and excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he likes her, she kinda sorta likes him.&lt;br /&gt;how romantic &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to be volunteering tomorrow. bt its 2:10 am now, and i dont wanna wake up at 9 on a sunday :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wellz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-6826340899539270754?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6826340899539270754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=6826340899539270754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6826340899539270754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6826340899539270754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-havent-met-you-yet.html' title='I just haven&apos;t met you yet.'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-8097357986348071239</id><published>2009-10-14T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:27:25.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't feel my finguurs</title><content type='html'>so I'm standing in the cold outside of school waiting for my mother to very deligjtfully pick me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining, it's October, and it's fucking freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo pissed off. The Japanese students made my day though . they were pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated in ages, I will soon, if chemistry let's me survive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/ FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-8097357986348071239?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8097357986348071239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=8097357986348071239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8097357986348071239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8097357986348071239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-feel-my-finguurs.html' title='can&apos;t feel my finguurs'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-1555353066618961339</id><published>2009-09-26T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:44:54.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bang bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/97-oM5bnyEc&amp;autoplay=1"&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/97-oM5bnyEc&amp;autoplay=1"&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-1555353066618961339?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1555353066618961339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=1555353066618961339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1555353066618961339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1555353066618961339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/09/bang-bang.html' title='bang bang'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-3788583425962759577</id><published>2009-09-26T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:34:29.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 day weekend.</title><content type='html'>Oh hawt dayum. 3 Day weekend, yo! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pro-d Day on monday, thank gawd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the auditions/interview for JH Theatre Company on thursday.. Gave my shit answers and felt like an awkward douche in there infront of the judges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good. Felt like a nervous, insecure, vulnerable wreck after that and couldnt stop being emo. It's all goood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz.. I GOT IN. DAMN RIGHT. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah *cough* its not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; big of a deal &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day Parambir, Elena, Tahu and I made posters for our grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE ORCA'S. With the limited amount of supplys the shcool provides us with, we managed to make this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385989311209217202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sr7gvgqtHLI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Bh6wdlCYmfA/s400/Orcas+poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385989297402837122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sr7gutPAeII/AAAAAAAAAtA/WLhsa8fiKMo/s400/Orca+ppl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was suffering immensely while making that poster, with all my abs in the making and all that.. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the gym with tahu the day before, and we did this Hi-LoFatBurner class and ohmygolly, was it intense! DAYUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked to the gym after debate, the sun was shining bright.. so yenno.. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385989307261154050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sr7gvR9acwI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/wq0QYJc3TTM/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385989300068068322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sr7gu3Kcq-I/AAAAAAAAAtI/8WzF3RQsWIA/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Good news: The colgate allergic reaction on my face which left horrible red and blotchy sores on my face has healed.. now i just have gross skin and dry spots, soon that'll disappear too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad news: i have bushy eyebrows. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385991493431150658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sr7iuiE9SEI/AAAAAAAAAtg/rAFjWnBC3oc/s400/61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;look, taylor tried butting into the picture, but Rob just shined. Its an all-natural thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I breathed in the same air as him yesterday. ROB. WAS. IN. SURREY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-3788583425962759577?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/3788583425962759577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=3788583425962759577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3788583425962759577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3788583425962759577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-day-weekend.html' title='3 day weekend.'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sr7gvgqtHLI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Bh6wdlCYmfA/s72-c/Orcas+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-5136444514076234899</id><published>2009-09-19T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:43:13.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abnormal</title><content type='html'>Last week I realized i have abnormally small wrists. Its not like, aw so cute your wrists are small! Naww, its like 'ew omg you have mutilated tiny wrists wtf is wrong with you' kinda wrists.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wear anything and not expect it to slide right off. Everything thats sold in stores are wayy too big, the bangles. I bought this one bracelet from Axezz? Iuno the spelling, but yea, i cant wear it.. The links to it end and its still too big. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got those rubber band things with stuff written on them. Mine says I am JH. It also says orca, and its greeeeeeeen. Guess what? It came off my arm the other daya nd i didnt realize. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday, me ania and tahu went over to macs and i got these doritos chips called 'Atomic Chilli Lime'. They're having it for a short time only .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had this little packet thing inside like Mamee Monster,w here you open it, pour in the seasoning and shake it. Omygolly! It was real goood, until it went up my nose and made me sneeze like a sneezer! I was sneezing so many times all in a row, people prolly thought i was tryna spread the H1N1 in t&amp;amp;t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I showed them the turtles they were selling in t&amp;amp;t, horrible stuff. Who eats turtles?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SrWhztbObxI/AAAAAAAAAso/5nqp6A3CQQ0/s1600-h/Turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383386839330483986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SrWhztbObxI/AAAAAAAAAso/5nqp6A3CQQ0/s400/Turtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SrWhztbObxI/AAAAAAAAAso/5nqp6A3CQQ0/s1600-h/Turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SrWhzSWCfJI/AAAAAAAAAsg/CTlleMdkCCw/s1600-h/Sale+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383386832060972178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SrWhzSWCfJI/AAAAAAAAAsg/CTlleMdkCCw/s400/Sale+sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was all pretty gross. I took pictures of fish too, but this was the other day, when I was with mummy &amp;amp; bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SrWhxivSU4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/kOPROFkxFoU/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383386802102096770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SrWhxivSU4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/kOPROFkxFoU/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmmm, mmmm GOOOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ew, fiiiiishh is pretty gross. Except Bawal.. or however you spell that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear to god, t&amp;amp;t sells the &lt;em&gt;weirdest&lt;/em&gt; things ! I guess thats why lots of people go there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't go to t&amp;amp;t yesterday. Me and tahu and ania and elena stayed back after school to attend the debate team meeting. and omygolly, its soooooooooooooooo &lt;strong&gt;boring.&lt;/strong&gt; All we did was take notes for our article and ended up drawing on each others' arms, hands and legs. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the Nazi sign on my leg (Y).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holocaust, i LOVE to learn about it, but I am not for the Nazi's or any of Hitler's acts. The Holocaust is really sad, but i love reading about it, to learn more of what happened, what the people went through, to feel their pain. I stilld ont understand &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; Adolf Hitler did such things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night &lt;/em&gt;by Elie Wiesel is an excellent book. i recommend everyone to read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SrWhw97uivI/AAAAAAAAAsI/mN9OTP5SaRY/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383386792222165746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SrWhw97uivI/AAAAAAAAAsI/mN9OTP5SaRY/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signs our media &amp;amp; broadcasting class made just as an experiment to see if people would even take time to read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383389880125076354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SrWkktRJs4I/AAAAAAAAAsw/285W0ok4ICY/s400/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENJOY A GOOD FISTICUFF?&lt;/strong&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/4737259685552411686-5136444514076234899?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5136444514076234899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=5136444514076234899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5136444514076234899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5136444514076234899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/09/abnormal.html' title='Abnormal'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SrWhztbObxI/AAAAAAAAAso/5nqp6A3CQQ0/s72-c/Turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-4902684412580586897</id><published>2009-09-16T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:10:00.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture day</title><content type='html'>It's already picture day tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've managed to look like a fuck for the past 3 years, and now in my senior year, I think I'll manage to pull off looking like the biggest douchebag ever. Puurrrrfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Negativity, stay &lt;strong&gt;away&lt;/strong&gt;. &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was a bad, bad day. I did not get to watch 90210 or Melrose Place, and I fought with some chick on the road. I somehow told her to 'suck it' when she yelled at me, and little did I remember, my mummy was in the passenger seat beside me. Yes, it was baaaaaaaaaaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I did not get to watch ANTM, or The Beautiful Life. See how horrible my life is? It's terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I have no idea how all of this relates.. Have I mentioned I have a huuuuggeeee girl crush on Kristen Stewart? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the prettiest chicka mayn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ilu kstew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382303674277463938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SrHIrNKWh4I/AAAAAAAAArw/aedyrvX2nDY/s400/EWot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I printed out a picture of her and stuck it on my locker. &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts; &lt;/p&gt;So now, my locker consists of Ed Westwick, Rupert Grint x 3, Emma Watson x 3, Kstew x 2 and coming soon, Robert. &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror in my locker is extremely useful to fix my already horrible hair. The downside, I gotta get on my tippytoes to have a good view. I could always pull it down, but it'd just ruin my little Holland magnet I got from Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;Top lockers are love. I wish I had one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving for Malaysia, we were in Wal-Mart for last minute shopping, and I got this beautiful magazine. Its like, it was meant to be. Calling out to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382303682757778034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SrHIrswN2nI/AAAAAAAAAr4/5-A3w9d1AKE/s400/100_5844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A Life&amp;amp;Style Magazine all about Sir Robert Thomas Pattinson. Of course I bought it. Mummy refused, so I spent my last $10 and bought that magazine, which is by the way, really expensive. Magazines are usually $2.75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought it, read it. Lost it, and found it again. It'll be something I'll treasure forever. Heh heh. I'm not pathetic. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we landed, Masi did not recognise me. That was terrific right there. And then she said I looked like my mummy. Many, many people have said I look like mummy.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh look, its your &lt;em&gt;twin&lt;/em&gt;" - Marian&lt;br /&gt;"Holy shit, you look &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; like your mum" - dont remember who said that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea, many people have said it. Its like wow. I mean, thanks. I don't mind looking like my mummy, (: but everyones gta have a different look right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO I look like my mummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382303695011410082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SrHIsaZtcKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6mo54yEawWM/s400/100_5786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that as soon as the trailer got leaked, I saved it and posted it up on my blog, obviously Summit took it down before it was even viewed by a 100 people. So I've decided to post it up again, in HD. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy you guise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs79_5n848Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs79_5n848Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its already in my oink. Of course it will be. psh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, heads up to Chong, I'm listening to a David Archuleta song now, from his album. No idea what its called, but its red in color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed this cd from the library. I saw it and I'm like &lt;em&gt;omagawd. Chong loves Archuleta. &lt;/em&gt;So I borrowed it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gna put some of his songs into oink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michele, aren't you an Archuleta fan too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of you guys. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'I was standing in the park wondering why frisbees got bigger as they get closer. Then it hit me.'&lt;/strong&gt; LOLOLOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-4902684412580586897?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/4902684412580586897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=4902684412580586897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4902684412580586897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4902684412580586897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/09/picture-day.html' title='Picture day'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SrHIrNKWh4I/AAAAAAAAArw/aedyrvX2nDY/s72-c/EWot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-5747078526129639306</id><published>2009-09-15T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:07:29.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week. Wow.</title><content type='html'>So yeah, its been a week since school started..&lt;br /&gt;feels like its been months. Oh deer, when is this going to end?&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw, if anyone makes fun of my height, &lt;em&gt;or lack of there of&lt;/em&gt;, you'll either hear a chain of profanities from me, or i shall just glare at you and put you on my to-run-over list,&lt;br /&gt;so that when I do get a car, you'll be one of the few ppl who will receive the chance to get run over, by me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thats right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm short, no, im not fucking fun sized or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;now, bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-5747078526129639306?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5747078526129639306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=5747078526129639306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5747078526129639306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5747078526129639306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-wow.html' title='A week. Wow.'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-6555623241947508583</id><published>2009-09-12T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:03:40.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The contrary-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380810242280941458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sqx6aBbwZ5I/AAAAAAAAArg/12AJq6nIyno/s400/bvktu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at her, she's soo pretty! As she gets older, she gets prettier and prettier. I'm not sure everyone knows this, but she's my girl crush. I like her sense of style, her taste in music is actually really different, which is always good. She's so petite, which I adore..&lt;br /&gt;she also has people to take pictures for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kstew is &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I on the other hand..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The total opposite of her, and I have to take my own goddamn pictures. -.-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380811255623570834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sqx7VAbd1ZI/AAAAAAAAAro/OzFfcgbXY4M/s320/Guess-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'd love to act in movies, even if I don't qualify :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadcasting class should help me, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-6555623241947508583?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6555623241947508583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=6555623241947508583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6555623241947508583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6555623241947508583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/09/contrary-ness.html' title='The contrary-ness'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sqx6aBbwZ5I/AAAAAAAAArg/12AJq6nIyno/s72-c/bvktu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-8726398626427065895</id><published>2009-09-12T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:04:14.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLYYYY</title><content type='html'>HOLY FUCKING SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2xa_JU995s&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2xa_JU995s&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS PROBABLY.. THE BEST FUCKING TRAILER I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY &lt;strong&gt;ENTIRE&lt;/strong&gt; LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My excitement has boosted back all over again! I &lt;strong&gt;CANNOT&lt;/strong&gt; wait till November 19th! I don't give a fuck if there will be school the next day. AAAHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you guise have realized, my obsession of this had died down a little while I was in summer school and in Malaysia. Its back FULL FORCE nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. I'm SOOOO EXCITED. AHHHAHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FRIGGEN &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  YOU CHRIS WEITZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-8726398626427065895?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8726398626427065895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=8726398626427065895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8726398626427065895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8726398626427065895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/09/holyyyy.html' title='HOLYYYY'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-7635366234906064448</id><published>2009-09-07T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:39:57.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hot damnn.</title><content type='html'>Finally.. FINALLY, I'm home. Reached Vancouver on the friggen 5th of September! Thats fucking insane!&lt;br /&gt;Ended up staying an extra week in Malaysia unexpectedly. Was kinda forced to be there.. with my idiocy and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. within these 3 and a half weeks, i was on a plane a whole lotta times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vancouver  ----&gt; hong kong.&lt;br /&gt;hong kong ----&gt; malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;malaysia ----&gt; hong kong. (all went as planned..)&lt;br /&gt;hong kong ----&gt; malaysia. ( this is where i fucked up. real bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malaysia ----&gt; amsterdam. ( and then we're finally off to go home!)&lt;br /&gt;amsterdam ----&gt; vancouver (&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY.&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.. no one knew i was back, i didnt really want anyone to know either. I was wayyy too bummed that i was forced back. Sorry guys! I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I've gained a shit load of weight, as expected. I got a shit load times darker.. as expected..&lt;br /&gt;now im a dark bitch who's fat too. &gt;;( boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just glad to be home. even if its like 2 days before shcool friggen starts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo much to say. I dont even remember 3/4 of the things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! I got friggen allergies from the dust everywhere. I couldnt breathe.. my eyes swelled up.. nose was stuffed.. throat itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1N1 scare? Selsema babi? hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;i find that hilarious.. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that my Bahasa Melayu has disentigrated to a mere "berapa itu" and "seringgit".&lt;br /&gt;Deer gawd. I fail. Miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english is pure crap. francais does not like me. Malay has failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a failure at life! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never spoke to anyone in malay unless it was absolutely necessary. I didn't want to make a fool out of myself. Which i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i know. its only been 4 years. but i inicially SUCKED at my malay.. so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ordered food, always mummy or preeti did the talking and I always say "thank you" at the end. Its.. reflex now. ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm really really happy I got to meet Trish and Shira and Jaishree and Michele and Chong!&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All have become pretty young women. I mean.. except for chong. He's a pretty young man. (:&lt;br /&gt;I mean good looking, of course. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 7.00 am. I can;t sleep with the time difference and all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-7635366234906064448?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7635366234906064448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=7635366234906064448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7635366234906064448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7635366234906064448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-hot-damnn.html' title='Oh hot damnn.'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-1052272974901858435</id><published>2009-08-12T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:54:57.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>malaysia not truly asssiiiaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>Okay, so yes.  I have finally arrived in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not truly asia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no one is able to recognize me. At all. I don't like it. Am I supposed to like it? I dont know..&lt;br /&gt;everyone recognizes the sister. But not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, lots more to update on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out to carrefour! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-1052272974901858435?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1052272974901858435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=1052272974901858435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1052272974901858435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1052272974901858435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/08/malaysia-not-truly-asssiiiaaaaaaaa.html' title='malaysia not truly asssiiiaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-2357988637953997022</id><published>2009-08-08T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:49:13.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelming tiredness</title><content type='html'>okay so I'm at yvr right now, it's 1:42 am and I'm staying awake on 5 hours of sleep more than 17hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a nice feeling :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the terminal doesn't have comfortable chairs, the flight has been delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes puffed up due to some allergic reaction or the other. so ducking annoying. walk around the whole bloody airport looking for a pharmacy to have claritin or some crap. It was friggen 12:30 am and everything was closed :/ ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the terminal checking zone thingy I was told to take off my belt. so I was belt-less for a while. :/&lt;br /&gt;not that I mind or anything.... well I do. whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I'm just rambling now. I don't wanna sleep on a 18 hour flight :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet which isn't wireless is friggen $5.00 PER MINUTE IN US CURRENCY. WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank the lordz for my iPod touch, Oink. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I'm gna try and save as much battery as possible. See you guys in Malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-2357988637953997022?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2357988637953997022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=2357988637953997022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2357988637953997022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2357988637953997022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/08/overwhelming-tiredness.html' title='overwhelming tiredness'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-2056637302669686292</id><published>2009-08-07T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:44:01.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bag stuffed with nothing.</title><content type='html'>Mummy assigned me with the job of packing my own bag. And so i did. At 2:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much hard work it took *tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy decided to check to see what I packed, to see if it was too much. Apparently it was. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have nothing in my bag! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i going to wear?! Everything packed was all essentials.  I'm just gna have to look like a hobo in Malaysia.. ohw ell :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the flight is tonight, and packing is never fun, in my case at least. The house is so busy.. ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, i wanna sleep. I'm not going to sleep on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, 3 weeks of being able to ignore everything aroundme blissfully. Well.. not really. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My carry on bag is huuugee and stuffed with many many things. Its gna be hurting my arm :\&lt;br /&gt;i can;t leave anythin gbehind though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imma reach sweet sweet KL at 12:30pm on sunday (9th) and then imma stuff my face with whatever i see first. (Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back home on the 26th I think? I'm not too sure on that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this turns out fun, i'm kinda-sorta nervous though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect timing to break out tooo! :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not have internet connection, i dont know how i will survive without msn, twitter and facebook. ;o;o&lt;br /&gt;oh shizz oh shizz. Hopefully sukhwin will let me use his laptop to charge oink and check up on stuff.  i NEED to talk to tahu &lt;\3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pce out bitches, see youuuu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-2056637302669686292?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2056637302669686292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=2056637302669686292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2056637302669686292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2056637302669686292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/08/bag-stuffed-with-nothing.html' title='A bag stuffed with nothing.'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-8352100046872019203</id><published>2009-08-05T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:15:42.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconvinient timing</title><content type='html'>Since its 12:10 am, i technically have my finals &lt;em&gt;tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, at Tahu's on saturday, I used something that looked like face wash to wash my face.&lt;br /&gt;It was St. Ive's. I'm like la la la I'll use it. Little did I know, that it was actually &lt;strong&gt;body scrub.&lt;/strong&gt; I thought it was face wash scrub... It totally slipped my mind that St Ive's products had body scrubs too. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i used it I told her its making my face itchy. I am now breaking out :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it said for &lt;em&gt;All Skin Types&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;crabshit it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse cast have arrived in Vancouver! Just at perfect timing when I'm not goingto be here to be all stalkerish. Goddamnit. God hates me, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll prolly start the filming and shit while I am away, in Malaysia, stuffing my face with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S and K are going tomorrow, to look for the cast that &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; arrived. Going without me. IHU BOTH. &lt;\3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, I heard sri amanians have the week off! Due to the H1N1 virus. Lucky lah, no exams! But the H1N1 virus in school.. ;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight, sleeptight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-8352100046872019203?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8352100046872019203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=8352100046872019203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8352100046872019203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8352100046872019203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/08/inconvinient-timing.html' title='Inconvinient timing'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-3590570388348945916</id><published>2009-07-28T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:13:07.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh look, my nose just melted away..</title><content type='html'>Holy mother of god. Its so WARM. The fucking fan just doesn't cut it.&lt;br /&gt;I'M DYINGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heatwave + the humidity = DEATH at it's best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 32 or some crap but feels like 40 with the humidity. Its summer.. not like.. I DONT KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't be so friggen hot. Wearing tank tops and shorts just doesn't help. I might just need to run around naked... Although that wouldn't help either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the cast of Twilight/New Moon/ Eclipse are coming back to Vancouver in August to start shooting for Eclipse. But the sad fucking thing is, I'M NOT GOING TO FRIGGEN BE HERE. The one time where I can be school-free and run away to downtown with Tahu, I won't be here. Fuck My Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO MEET THEM AGAIN. God knows if they're going to be shooting Breaking Dawn here. Peter Fascinelli is coming on Monday, if I'm not mistaken. I won't even have time next week to go running around downtown. Next thursday is finals, then friday time to pick up report card and then the flight is at night. AAAHHHHHh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is coming by so fast. I'm not prepared. I'm not ready. I need to lose weight. I need to look socially acceptable. NOT ENOUGH TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from the library, after being there for like 4 hours. Study study study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brb, going to the Volturi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(please say you &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; know this...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-3590570388348945916?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/3590570388348945916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=3590570388348945916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3590570388348945916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3590570388348945916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-look-my-nose-just-melted-away.html' title='Oh look, my nose just melted away..'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-8021809231756300456</id><published>2009-07-26T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:52:38.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had a bottle of `stfu` to offer you..</title><content type='html'>I've finally watched Harry Potter, after dying to watch it the day before it was released. I thought it was really really good. I don't know why my friends hated it. This time it was more focused on the main characters, instead of just Harry, which I liked.. well cuz.. yeno.. Ronald Weaseley had a pretty big role in it too. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Rupert Grint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked extremely cute in that movie.. time to.. look sutff up again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, it was upsetting that Dumbledore died, I teared up..&lt;br /&gt;and, just to &lt;strong&gt;kill&lt;/strong&gt; the mood, ania and tahiyat just &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to burst out in laughter. Good job, guys. In a theatre full of silence, during the sad part of the movie, way to ruin it. Not gonna lie, I got extremely pissed. Like what the fuck? Shut the fuck up and watch it or take your laughter outside. I mean yea, you &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; laugh during a movie, just when it's appropriate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And jsy guys know, it wasn't a horrible movie. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also watched the Orphan. Horror movie, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;It was okay. Dragged a little at the beginning and kinda/sorta predictable. Scary shit though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mum in that movie was a hot mom. Ngl. I liked the way she dressed, for a mum at least.. and the daughter Maxine was cute. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yea, thats pretty much it. Too bad the theatre was sorta croweded today, or we woudl've ran around alitte. Walked home in the scorching sun. Thunderstorm yesterday, friggen heatwave today. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crapload of homework to complete by tomorrow. So i'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I worked in the theatre so that I could get early movie screenings like marian does. &lt;\3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so its pretty obvs i'm not in a good mood.. i'll shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-8021809231756300456?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8021809231756300456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=8021809231756300456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8021809231756300456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8021809231756300456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-i-had-bottle-of-to-offer-you.html' title='I wish I had a bottle of `stfu` to offer you..'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-325846819641167009</id><published>2009-07-25T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T19:41:28.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's raining!</title><content type='html'>So here I am.. listening to music on my iPod as I type this. I'm in my room and it's raining outside. On a summer day. it's raining hard.. like a tropical rainfall D: and there was thunder too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now some guitar hero kinda song is playing.. no idea what it is.. TAHU WHAT DID YOU SEND ME?! sounds creepy.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm finally going to watch harry potter tomorrow! woo~  and the orphan.. and maybe the ugly truth. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, the new moon official website is the shit! check it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wide wake updated. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel weird.. I'm jealous and envious of the chracters. Does that make me a sadist creepy loser? Probably..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AG is supposed to updte again today! yuss! more angsty mood-swings on the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to read .. then do my homework. ain't gna be home long enough to do it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later my gobbycakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-325846819641167009?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/325846819641167009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=325846819641167009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/325846819641167009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/325846819641167009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-raining.html' title='it&apos;s raining!'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-6252598296775596086</id><published>2009-07-24T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:01:56.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, fudge it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I saw myself in a mirror with 12x magnification. I got scared and ran away. I ran into a table. FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Yours truly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-6252598296775596086?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6252598296775596086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=6252598296775596086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6252598296775596086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6252598296775596086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-fudge-it.html' title='Oh, fudge it.'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-1330983260743171399</id><published>2009-07-23T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:40:49.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blueberry girl</title><content type='html'>Everytime I make a new post, i have a strong urge to tittle it 'Chicken Noodle Soup', eventhough i already have. That song.. the title is always stuck in my head. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, just thought i'd let you pplz know, if you visit my blog and theres a little window thing that pops up and asks you to sign in, thats for twitter, since my updates are protected. If you follow meh on twitter, and i follow you, you'll be able to see my updates. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not some crazy pop-up thing that contains viruses or whatever. chillax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week, I've been asked the same questions about 5 times.. "You can drive?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes i can. Once I turned 16, and took my knowledge test, I could drive. I got my L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I nearly ran into Mcd's drive thru sign the other night. I accidently pressed on the accelerator instead of the brake and the car went lurching forward. I found it hilarious. My mummy didnt. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been driving a lot lately. Since it's summer and its so brigh tout, mummy lets me drive. I like :D&lt;br /&gt;Gta wait till March to take my driving test to get my N. Then I won't need a licensed passenger person with me. Woo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;after this week ends, 2 more weeks of summer shcool and i am FREEEEEE. For a month. Then school school starts again. Well, whatever. At least I get to chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy is planning to go to Penang and Melacca? WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to shop..&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. Maybe go to Langkawi? Or redang.. or Perhentian.. where ever that is.. All i know is that theres blue water and really nice sand. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a shit load of bio homework. Mr Jackson assigned like 5 chapters today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to go die in that pile of neverending bio work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I could've gone to this year's Comic Con. Looked kinda boring, but whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i can say, and hopefully won't regret saying it, New Moon &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; be a good movie. With a director like Chris Weitz, I'm sure it'll do fine.. Even though the actors suck.. at acting. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it'll be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, my little amoebas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-1330983260743171399?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1330983260743171399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=1330983260743171399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1330983260743171399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1330983260743171399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/07/blueberry-girl.html' title='The blueberry girl'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-1852003860377444927</id><published>2009-07-21T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:55:08.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>So right now, i have this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;zit on my face, right above my lip, underneath my nose on the left side. I don't know why I'm being so descriptive about it but I don't like it there. It's the hugest one I've had in history of zits! )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown has begun. Theres 3 weeks left of school and the day I pick up my report card is the day I board the plane off to Malaysia! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for the shopping.. not the heat. I'm excited for the food, not the fact that i'll put on like 973497497437934 kgs while I'm there. I'm excited to see my friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had 2 'midterms' so far during my 2 1/2 weeks of school. Theres one more to go, and then my finals and im  done! Woo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer school is definitely not fun, but i guess its okay, when you have your friends with you.&lt;br /&gt;The classes are only so short but it seems like its a whole day of school! So tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why everyone is complaining about the weather now. Well you wanted warm, sunny weather, well here it is. Stop fucking complaning. This is all the sun we're gonna get, and its only for a month. Later you can go die in a ditch when the weather is fucking cold with -12 degrees temperature. Oh no wait, THEN you'll complain about how COLD it is. I don't get people here..&lt;br /&gt;Embrace and enjoy the warm weather while we still have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, mummy just yelled at me. I have to go and decide which clothes i dont want anymore..&lt;br /&gt;or rather, which i cant fit into anymore. &lt;\3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-1852003860377444927?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1852003860377444927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=1852003860377444927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1852003860377444927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1852003860377444927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/07/super-honeymoon.html' title='Super Honeymoon'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-6416563377556960099</id><published>2009-07-18T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:36:42.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been wondering lately.. You know, when people say they're loyal fans to a certain singer or band.. they get all their albums and stuff. But what if one or a couple of their songs sucked.. then would you still say you like it just for the 'loyalty'? Or would you speak out and say, well.. yea.. it &lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt; suck but i still love them. Iunno, well sometimes some bands can have a couple of really sucky songs.. and i.. just don't like them D: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance, the filthy youth. I mean, i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; Ed Westwick and all, but seriously.. his band and their songs/singing is just horrible.. imo. I was like 'Omg. I love him, so i should love his music too!' - No man, doesn't work that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt the hard way (haha), by having their songs come up on my ipod and give me a headache. &lt;\3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just deleted all their songs. (Y) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also because my iPod is running out of space. D: Theres like.. 565.8 MBS left. WTF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its cuz i added Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist into it.. I haven't watched it yet, so yea. I have.. 6 movies. I guess thats why.. Oh wellz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ti and I just watched Pink Panther 2. I've been wanting to watch this movie for a bit now, and i finally did! Woo~ Hilarious movie. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aishwarya Rai's appearance in it was just.. useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After, we decided to watch Sex and the City. Bad idea. When &lt;em&gt;papa&lt;/em&gt; is home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you figure out what happened..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh. Yesterday at steph's, we looked back at old pictures and stuff. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so ugly in grade8/9. I still am.. lmao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i saw the playland pictures. *sigh* my skin was so clear then.. no breakouts, no pimples. &lt;\3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was fairer than what i am now too. I mean, i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; a dark bitch.. haha&lt;br /&gt;but i was less. yenno? It was winter time.. my skin always lightens up in winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think its the summer sun! or maybe its just karma. yea.. i think its karma. OR MAYBE ITS BECAUSE IM FAT?! Fat people usually get pimples and shit.. too much cholestrol.. gad damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really envy some people who love their bodies for just the way it is. I'm not being emo or anything, yeah, i really do. Theres this one chick i know, lets name her&lt;em&gt; Annie&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie has told me her body isn't what the media call to be 'perfect' but she says she loves her body for what it is. I adore her for that! She looks absolutely gorgeous in dresses and skirts and bikinis and in everything else she wears. She embraces it. Good for you, Annie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried on the same dress she owns at Costa Blanca and i look like absolute crap in it. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well, everyones different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ania ended up buying a $100 bikini set from Osoyoos after 5 hours of looking for a 'decent' pair at Metro town. -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we did end up taking pictures! &lt;em&gt;Photobooth pictures..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360069417260706946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SmLKvHNCbII/AAAAAAAAArY/OMmnqq3xd_8/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Those machines and their instructions make NO sense at all! Its all in japanese..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we took the skytrain home early, i had a shitload of bio homework.. and i was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360055454238928242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SmK-CW5ObXI/AAAAAAAAArA/LzOKNz-CFi0/s400/DSC00968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMFG. Did I mention I &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; to watch Harry Potter ?! I would've gone on opening day if i didn't have so much fucking homework. Seriously, this summer school thing is ruining my life D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have to wait till &lt;strong&gt;next&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;weekend to watch it. &lt;\3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my gawd&lt;strong&gt;z&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronald Weasely, Rupert Grint. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just realized, lots of people have Plurk. Wtf is a plurk? is it like twitter? except lamer? yea.. thought so. Haha joking! &lt;my&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of twitter, i has it! Add me! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;belsbanana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;my updates are privated though.. i dont want hooligans following me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Is this blurry picture trippy or trippy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360055448605939122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SmK-CB6N1bI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Ub5o1_58wNg/s400/DSC00966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe I'm just jakun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/4737259685552411686-6416563377556960099?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6416563377556960099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=6416563377556960099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6416563377556960099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6416563377556960099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-wondering-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SmLKvHNCbII/AAAAAAAAArY/OMmnqq3xd_8/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-5792905710615393471</id><published>2009-07-16T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:36:17.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Away With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1V5Wk9gb4U&amp;autoplay=1"&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1V5Wk9gb4U&amp;autoplay=1"&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-5792905710615393471?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5792905710615393471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=5792905710615393471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5792905710615393471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5792905710615393471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-away-with-me.html' title='Come Away With Me'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-2894156435799874131</id><published>2009-07-16T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:39:43.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1</title><content type='html'>I think i migh tjust be infected with the virus. D: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or maybe its just the common cold.. who knows.. Anyway, i've been feeling miserable lately, with my nose being all stuffed yet runny, my throat and eyes being so goddamn itchy. Oh, yesterday my eyes were &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; and they were slightly swollen underneath. Hhmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, I went to school looking like a hobo who hasn't showered in months (which i have, jsyk). I shouldn't be allowed into the school looking the way i did today. tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway, last week was tahu's birthday!We went out for dinner at this Chilli Pepper House place.. The food was okay, ngl. It was chillax, then we later went to her place, she got an ice cream cake for her birthday from Dairy Queen. WHOOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I usually don't eat cakes.. anyones, anykind.. cuz, well, they're so &lt;strong&gt;loaded&lt;/strong&gt; in sugar, its like wow. Its all sugar sugar sugar sugar and more sugar. So yea, cakes = not for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being the awesome friend that i was, I had it. It was.. ice-creamy and.. sweet. No shit. Ah, whatever. I didn't really enjoy the overload of sugar, but it was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm just rambling.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359260978617609874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sl_rdykdbpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/7DVuXbhAz3g/s320/100_5732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359260983069072386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sl_reDJxXAI/AAAAAAAAAqI/6Bm526lcFL0/s320/100_5734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Don't mind the boobage.. which doesn't show much but whatever. Maybe &lt;em&gt;exposed skin&lt;/em&gt; is a better term..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359260998628843330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sl_re9Hgn0I/AAAAAAAAAqY/GHgwUwRUvdQ/s320/100_5737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yup, thats hot. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359260988419590242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sl_reXFbyGI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/kD68xMI_hBI/s320/100_5736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359260999506221042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sl_rfAYsV_I/AAAAAAAAAqg/ZVEkXsSwkiY/s320/DSCF3212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Don't the sisters look alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359261377010514338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sl_r0-suuaI/AAAAAAAAAqo/sA16y2Tnbpo/s320/DSCF3216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tahu's Nan! Shes so cute! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359261382195740418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sl_r1SA-_wI/AAAAAAAAAqw/iKOnDfC3VvE/s320/DSCF3224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She wanted a picture with me and steph. Im like :D OKAY! ANYTHING TO DO WITH PICTURE TAKING AND IM THERE. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;awkward..&lt;/em&gt; i should've crossed my face out first.. my eyes. your eyes. they gta be saved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My ipod is running out of space D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Theres only 1.4 gbs left. Oh noez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have too many apps and videos , which are mostly movies. There are 6 movies i think? 7?&lt;br /&gt;songs, pictures, notes, saved links, useless apps. EBUDDY! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was online at bc biomedical today. They had wireless, i had ebuddy = :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I have another midterm tomorrow. Had one last week. After this one, 1 more to go, the finals and I'm done. Fuck yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im gna go to malaysia and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat. My surface area takign up this world will increase even more. &lt;\3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To eat or not to eat? That is the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-2894156435799874131?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2894156435799874131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=2894156435799874131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2894156435799874131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2894156435799874131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/07/h1n1.html' title='H1N1'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sl_rdykdbpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/7DVuXbhAz3g/s72-c/100_5732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-1403752930723932632</id><published>2009-07-14T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:17:16.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hot damn.</title><content type='html'>omg omg omg omg. I'm too lazy to log on onto any computer or laptop, so I'm just going to do a quick blog post from my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so omg omg omg. HARRY POTTER MIDNIGHT SCREENING. I AM SOOOO EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;not that I'm going or anything.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I AM watching CNTM's finale today! the end of season 3! I hope Nakita doesn't win, she's such a bitch. But then again, they were all bitches to Maryam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog more later. School is still a bore, nothing new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Tahu turned 16 over the weekend! SO HAPPY..BEING.. 16 TAHU! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-1403752930723932632?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1403752930723932632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=1403752930723932632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1403752930723932632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1403752930723932632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-hot-damn.html' title='oh hot damn.'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-2037713728271550739</id><published>2009-07-08T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:01:31.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of my Mind.</title><content type='html'>So I'm home alone right now, and thought I'd transfer some pictures from this laptop to the computer, but I ended up just looking through them. Man, I was so fat and ugly last time! Not that I'm not now.. I still am, but yenno? I was a &lt;strong&gt;fuglayyy&lt;/strong&gt; kid! Like wow, how did my mother let me go around like that? She should've like.. put a paper bag on my head and cut out holes for my eyes. I bet i scared the world shitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyooo. I dressed like.. a BOY! Haircut also like a boy, dresslike a boy, LOOK like a boy! No wonder the asam aunty at the pasar malam thought I was a boy -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either that or she was really mean ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, looking back at pictures from 2007, what i wore can safely be considered social suicide. Where was my sister when I needed her?! psh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, i found pictures of home, and man.. I miss it. Even though it hasnt even been 5 years or whatever, my memory is deteriorating. I dont want it to! &lt;\3 &lt;em&gt;..which is not much..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356219478343157538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlUdPLGsByI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/HGKiXdFMBXY/s400/100_0745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grew up there, had sheroo there, the many kakaks that came and went there, everything there! Played with Chong and michele there! lahh, fun times! Remember guys? I still remember (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chong going crazy over my mummy's fried rice! Balloon fights! Catching catching, hide and seek. *sigh* good times man, good times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember that I grew kang kung in the back.. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sesat. But whatever lah, it was fun! Me and warsiyem growing the numerous whatevers that i wouldnt go near now.. OMG. Climbing up the rambutan tree! Remember?! omgomg. so jakun..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my rumah back ):&lt;br /&gt;moss and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356219487111577922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlUdPrxPgUI/AAAAAAAAAoY/X9LGCJunKA4/s400/100_0746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'll get over it. We're going back soon anyways. I'll see everything, refresh my memory and remember those times as well (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I also saw some pictures that my sister took when we moved to our new place. It was snowing and i was ecstatic. Not like it was my first time seeing snow or anything, I was just still so fob and excited.. yenno? I'm not any less fobby, but I appreciate the way I am now even more (: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;not really. shush.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356219496636801826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlUdQPQO4yI/AAAAAAAAAog/ZWXVvgb0yeI/s400/100_1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed a lot that year. I still remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356219497262673746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlUdQRlc71I/AAAAAAAAAoo/5OwkliSn8bE/s400/100_1204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh. &lt;3&gt; &lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;We saw you at the back giggling like a little piglet.. with your boytoy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Wow. Thanks guys. Now I'm a pig -.-" and he's not my boytoy wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, come to think of it, I have this elephant/pig kind of nose.. So I can't blame them.&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever, elephants technically don't have noses.. well, they do, but its the trunk..&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind, I don't know. My nose is the SIZE of an elephant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356219508390814418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlUdQ7Cm4tI/AAAAAAAAAow/_ZdSFFmV5iY/s400/100_5157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know from proof that ugly children don't ever turn pretty. Unless they get a make over or something. Even in that case, it won't work for me.. ):&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356227352383482002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlUkZgMMaJI/AAAAAAAAApA/DvoQCzp7MCI/s320/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey summer, where are you?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-2037713728271550739?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2037713728271550739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=2037713728271550739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2037713728271550739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2037713728271550739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-of-my-mind.html' title='Out of my Mind.'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlUdPLGsByI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/HGKiXdFMBXY/s72-c/100_0745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-4455680989974502479</id><published>2009-07-05T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:33:01.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alejandro &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Usually covers on youtube are so-so, but this really.. its so impressive! To me at least..&lt;br /&gt;I love them now &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lio0YbTi87g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lio0YbTi87g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds exactly like Coldplay's version, if not, better! I really think they should go on America's Got Talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer is so unbelivably boring. Well, it just kinda sorta started... but still! I need to go out. gahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found pictures from wayy back in December.. I remember that day. Steph and I walked to the mall, and my Uggs got soaked in all the freezing water from the snow. Stupid sewage system &lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt; during winter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355098285748928402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEhhLNeP5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/lSCCfNGHwlc/s400/5058_98179563892_509783892_2149711_2847249_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355098289856055394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEhhagsCGI/AAAAAAAAAmg/i6yfKGPTIyY/s400/5058_98179573892_509783892_2149712_4817091_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my hair got wet in the snow, and from me slipping all over the place. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so yea, my hair got all wavy/curly after. Man, i miss school.. &lt;em&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Oh, we went to tynehead park the other day, and steph and ania swam around in the clear, fresh water. Did I mention that already? I don't remember. Anyway, i didn't manage to get any pictures except for one, of the water.. with myself included.. hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355098294366559266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEhhrUE3CI/AAAAAAAAAmo/IHB5H3zCDCM/s400/5058_98179583892_509783892_2149714_8340178_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look at the water! its so clear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the last day of school I managed to get a picture with mr. norisue. I hope i get him for physics 11 next year! Probably one of the awesomest teachers ever! I found a roll of pink string and of course.. i took some. I mean, come on! Its &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355098519021280482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEhuwN73OI/AAAAAAAAAm4/szVdnG0yFNU/s400/5063_1165304168737_1111866149_493630_2797975_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;He hates taking pictures apparently..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355098514805342834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEhuggxwnI/AAAAAAAAAmw/zeCLgjwIjoM/s400/5063_1165304128736_1111866149_493629_5688341_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They're not even in his class! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, since it was the last day of school, we chillaxed at anias. Took Hinton for a walk .&lt;br /&gt;Hintons probably the cutest dog i know! A firends, of course. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355098526992517138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEhvN6bSBI/AAAAAAAAAnA/dtDvoNW1M3U/s400/5063_1165304248739_1111866149_493632_5473643_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355098529973983762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEhvZBQ2hI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Yxa6hmZKf-E/s400/5063_1165304288740_1111866149_493633_6753725_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was 8 pm and there was still so much light out. Summer&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tahu, Ti and i went to the aquarium last week.. was it? I don't remember. We hardly took any pictures though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355098529099228402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEhvVwtJPI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Sx3oyA9R_eU/s400/5063_1165304368742_1111866149_493635_1248959_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355099614964854450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEiui7PrrI/AAAAAAAAAng/L4q16OfF5Pw/s400/5063_1165308168837_1111866149_493648_3043437_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. Never fails to make me laugh. Its so NOOB. LGS for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355099615837542306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEiumLT16I/AAAAAAAAAnY/ekc9-Bc_1u8/s400/5063_1165304488745_1111866149_493638_4833000_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The pacific ocean and the pretty view of Vancouver. Have I mentioned i ♥ Vancouver?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found pictures from last years orientation for the childrens fest. and my, my. We look horrible. No joke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355100193706907634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEjQO6Gl_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/QPLeszVYBlk/s320/100_4188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAA. I'm sorry guys, don;t kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355100184961376434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEjPuVAYLI/AAAAAAAAAnw/kt35xs5XlfI/s320/100_4185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh deer.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;speaking of which, i don't think I look any different from last summer to this summer.&lt;br /&gt;I was fugly then, I'm fugly now. LOL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355098277323462642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEhgr0r1_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/eU0QTm2TMjM/s400/100_4517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355098278612715426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEhgwoER6I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xtrSbWNj27U/s400/100_5632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Growing up sucks. Sometimes I'm excited, sometimes im not.. Most of the time I'm not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355100178347251330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEjPVsE1oI/AAAAAAAAAno/NQ5iBu6eAy0/s320/100_1906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I wanna be freee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I look 19. &lt;em&gt;Great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-4455680989974502479?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/4455680989974502479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=4455680989974502479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4455680989974502479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4455680989974502479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/07/alejandro-3.html' title='Alejandro &lt;3'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SlEhhLNeP5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/lSCCfNGHwlc/s72-c/5058_98179563892_509783892_2149711_2847249_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-4717542860566847353</id><published>2009-07-04T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:56:57.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am now blogging from the computer in the den. Why? Because it's been fixed (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm too much of a wuss to use to though, i'll get blamed again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I are, blogging about absolutely nothing, when I should be doing my Bio homework. Theres a shitload to be done. A quiz everyday and a unit test every week. (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Summer school is going to ruin my summer. Wait, &lt;em&gt;it already is..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yesterday, I was sitting outside of North Surrey, waiting for mummy to pick me up, the sun was friggen burning my back.. but it was too warm to wear a hoodie.. which was dark blue. Yenno, heat absorption and shizz, yea. kay. Anyway, i didn't think i'd get TANNED in like, &lt;strong&gt;5 minutes..&lt;/strong&gt; but apparently I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed i have tan lines on my shoulder blades from my bra strap and spaghetti strap tank top. Wtf? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since this computer is fixed, I found the randomest pictures that I enevr thought i'd see again. Good times good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354741445920998610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sk_c-XQuxNI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ncixvNV-L48/s400/stephtaime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wayyyy back in grade 9 sept. So that wuold be... Sept. 2007. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354741441951928930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sk_c-IebkmI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WNwG3qEQVY0/s400/n1111866149_82620_5940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was last summer, at the pride parade. We went and got ice cream from Robson.  ahhh. Gts man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354741437832871346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sk_c95IXvbI/AAAAAAAAAlw/18hYbSWWrK0/s400/funfunfun.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last halloween. I was cat in the hat.. but i took off all my make up. gts again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354741433956808578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sk_c9qsPt4I/AAAAAAAAAlo/CtxM5Ft7LVI/s400/awesomeness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was back in November. The day Twilight was released. Our sleepover :D&lt;br /&gt;But tahu and I watched twilight on the day before, cuz we're special (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ahh man. Ania's going to Osoyoos soon, there'll be nothing to do! I'll blog more later, I think i should get some bio done while the house is peacefully quiet.. thats strange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pce out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-4717542860566847353?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/4717542860566847353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=4717542860566847353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4717542860566847353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4717542860566847353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sk_c-XQuxNI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ncixvNV-L48/s72-c/stephtaime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-1441854138832222416</id><published>2009-06-28T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T17:58:46.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good movie and book</title><content type='html'>During these past few days, I've been trying to watch and catch up on the so many movies I;ve missed out on.. So i've been &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to watch &lt;strong&gt;The Kite Runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 488px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://retread.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/the-kite-runner2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, the book was soo sad and the movie is just as good. I think Amir would grow up to be a pretty hot person.. lol wtf. And Hassan, &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;adorable! The book made me cry, the movie has too. But i'm in the midst of watching it. People interrupt and shit, yenno? I can never finish watchin it. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01182/arts-graphics-2007_1182751a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://moviestudio.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/thekiterunnerweb-733713.jpg" /&gt;Their friendship and brotherhood is so adorable. Its so cute and sad how Hassan will do &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; for Amir. *sigh* I feel sad now )':&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad... ):&lt;br /&gt;Amir reads to him, and they play together and everything.. and yet Hassan is his servant.. AHHH. &lt;\3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still having my chocolate chip craving.. just not as much. I ate a chocolate chip muffin yesterday, which explains the weight gain. ):&lt;br /&gt;But whtever, it was gooooood.&lt;br /&gt;And today, I am making&lt;strong&gt; Chocolate Chocolate Chip Cookies with Walnuts. &lt;/strong&gt;*giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, they're burnt. LOL WTF. Yes, and i burnt my finger too. I sqqueeeeeeed but no one heard me. )';&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully they turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how the weather is turning out.. Its sunny, but its cold! I actually need a blanket at night.. but not last night.. It was pretty warm. So, i was on oink watching a movie and i see light. IM like @Y($&amp;amp;(@&amp;amp;)@(&lt;a href="mailto:&amp;amp;$^@%"&gt;&amp;amp;$^@%&lt;/a&gt;*@( swtich off the goddamn light. And noooo, it was friggen daylight! And the bird were chirping -.-"&lt;br /&gt;twas 5:10 am. I remember exactly. I'm gna sleep earlier today.. lots to do tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! On friday, tahu, the sister and I went to the aquarium (:&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time to the Vancouver Aquarium, all of ours actually. I thought it was pretty cool.. we walked around stanley park. Gawd, the sea wall is such a pretty place! I wanna live in Vancouver damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like *gasp* at everything I saw.. So jakun. LOL&lt;br /&gt;oh well, and i saw the ugliest fish ever! and it was huuugeee! It was a catfish. Not the ones in the market.. but yenno, they're HUUUGEEEE and oooglay.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the baby beluga too! Gramma whatta skank! She has tiqa or whatevr.. and tiqa has a kid, but nooo, gramma beluga has to have another baby beluga -.-"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog more later, I'm goin gout with steph and ania! Tynehead yooo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-1441854138832222416?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1441854138832222416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=1441854138832222416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1441854138832222416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1441854138832222416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/06/amir-agha-and-hassan.html' title='good movie and book'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-630906437715421169</id><published>2009-06-24T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:29:41.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talented</title><content type='html'>I like the fact that a chick born in Malaysia/Borneo has made it and she does performances in the States. Thats really achieving something, esp. the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so talented! I love her songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just one of her very-awesome songs..&lt;br /&gt;Iunno, maybe you guys already knew about her, I knew about her for sometime, but i didnt really bother to do my research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zee Avi- Bitter Heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favourite songs by her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q0rafi5CG5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q0rafi5CG5M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many songs to download! so many things to do, ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god I'm putting on weight. Oh the lordyness. When am I ever going to LOSE it?! fml. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might blog more later tonight, if i dont sleep early.. its 12:30 already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-630906437715421169?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/630906437715421169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=630906437715421169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/630906437715421169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/630906437715421169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/06/talented.html' title='Talented'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-7459742479707176282</id><published>2009-06-23T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:46:03.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>OMFG biznatches! LOOK AT THE BEAUTY OF THE NEW MOON COVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350754893806491762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SkGzOfWE2HI/AAAAAAAAAlg/zRhgfgE21Z8/s400/NEWMOON+COVER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMFG. Okay, I don't know why i'm so ASDHKAJLKLADH but you know, this cover is like &lt;strong&gt;wayyyy&lt;/strong&gt; better than the Twilight one. New Moon cover &gt;(x 100) Twilight cover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, i know. Everyone is so tired of me being all twilight crazy, but it's not my fault the rest of the world is pretty much crazy about it too now. I read it with steph in like, grade 7 or grade 8.. and yeah. Ohw ell, whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I think New Moon is gna be a wayyyy better movie than Twilight. I, being a twilight fan personally think that the movie sucked balls. Chardwicke and her little indie, artsy inspiration didn't really work it. She was too much of a fangirl.. At least Chris Weitz knows what he's doing.. i think. I'm pretty confident this movie will be much more better. No doubt their acting sucked a little bit... or a lot.. but yeap, it's def. gna be a better movie. I know it! AND THERE WON'T BE A FRIGGEN BLUE TINT IN THE MOVIE. Its gold-ish this time.. which is wayy better, and fits the mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To think about it, I can and can't blame Chardwicke.. she had a very little budget..and had to work within it, with the speciaux effects and stuff.. The actors, main actors that is, got only like, $1 Million each only.. Def. more around this time, but yeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so today was the science provincials. I pretty much failed it, to sum it up. Won't knwo the results until.. august or soething. I don't even wanna know :&lt;br /&gt;After that, chillaxed in mr. bailey's room. HAHAHA. He's a creepy, but really really cool teacher, tbh. We played on his ancient version of ps2, that was out in the 70's or 60's or something.. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The controller consisted of a red button and a joy stick. thats it. SOOO cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, we went to bug Norisue. Another cool teacher that actually talks to us. Haha&lt;br /&gt;I made him watch the thing about Christian the Lion on youtube. His youtube is in Japanese (Y).&lt;br /&gt;After that, he got addicted and started watching more and more videos on Christian. How adorable. HAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, and, today was the &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; day of school for me! YUSS. Well, until summer school next week, but whatever. I'm going to enjoy my less-than-one-week- break. YUSS. .. i think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am officially &lt;strong&gt;done&lt;/strong&gt; with Grade 10 in high school. Yes? YES. Wooo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After summer school, away i go, like, immediately after i get my report card, onto the plane and to Malaysia. :D wooo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I don't know why i'm going apeshit over the cover.. its not that great..&lt;br /&gt;The love triangle doesnt start until eclipse damnit! And bella never wanted to return his 'love' for her in New moon anyways! So i dont know what the picture is trying to.. potray. Him protecting her and supporting her.. and she depending/leaning against him for support.. or him 'loving' her and her being reluctant and pushing away? Confusing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edwards face.. over the moon.. creeepy. LOL&lt;br /&gt;And the wolf pack at the backk like little gollum-like creatures creeping the background. LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, im done dissing it.&lt;br /&gt;nighty night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-7459742479707176282?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7459742479707176282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=7459742479707176282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7459742479707176282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7459742479707176282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/06/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SkGzOfWE2HI/AAAAAAAAAlg/zRhgfgE21Z8/s72-c/NEWMOON+COVER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-5102245186062792707</id><published>2009-06-21T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:28:57.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipsmore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have this random craving for Chipsmore.. I'm pmsing.. maybe thats why. Anyone wanna send me some?! GAH. I'm dying here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I know I said I'd make a post on that very lovely holiday spot I found.. but not in this post. This post shall be composed of over-due pictures that are to be posted, and some recent ones. I haven't been left alone since I said I would post them. Sorry y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll start from the beginning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Childnren's Festival.. which I got to miss lots of school for.. (well only 2 days but whatever..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349678422436481890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3gLm_mC2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/ndeHTJ2-f44/s320/4170_1147206796314_1111866149_429919_3347754_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was too scared to go near the geese..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349678431493555602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3gMIu-BZI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-gWkSFfTGYw/s320/4170_1147206876316_1111866149_429921_1643471_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349678434699837442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3gMUraAAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/h2tWOfVgYnA/s320/4170_1147207036320_1111866149_429925_5760724_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349678435314633234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3gMW9_ChI/AAAAAAAAAhA/FEfrSyaN36Y/s320/4170_1147207076321_1111866149_429926_7974651_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Beautiful Vancouver &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349678439261762434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3gMlrDc4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/DHsR6CA99jg/s320/4170_1147207156323_1111866149_429928_4667054_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was so muddy I decided to wear my rainboots.. It seemed like I was the only one.. Apparently I wasn't. That made me feel good. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349681824377633986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3jRoNkfMI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wzWppfsSWiE/s320/4170_1147207436330_1111866149_429935_3009974_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They're supposed to be rats or something..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349681828396988210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3jR3L29zI/AAAAAAAAAhY/E5mCT6aodvw/s320/4170_1147207516332_1111866149_429937_4971292_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349681838259648274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3jSb7TNxI/AAAAAAAAAhg/J2JOUO3cI00/s320/4170_1147207596334_1111866149_429939_3142898_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349681837590435906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3jSZbv2EI/AAAAAAAAAho/S8SO_liCQyE/s320/4170_1147207716337_1111866149_429942_7848425_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Randoms:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349682259189837842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3jq8A4MBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/jgj7RZq4eJc/s320/4170_1147222916717_1111866149_429994_4049429_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349682270442657218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3jrl7wlcI/AAAAAAAAAiI/uZiQUTedzyw/s320/4622_195716735018_621320018_7301915_3266788_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*sigh* I miss school and it's lunches. I'm gna go there on Monday anyways.. and tuesday.. and thurs. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random saturday night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after I did my telecast thing with Parambir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349677951490236850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3fwMlQobI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/R6ZNPACYdTE/s320/4170_1147199076121_1111866149_429896_599395_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349677945684000514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3fv288fwI/AAAAAAAAAgI/N9HBwqwytcA/s320/4170_1146889308377_1111866149_429134_1044434_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349677950353665122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3fwIWR7GI/AAAAAAAAAgY/4aLR6ZU6TdE/s320/4170_1147199196124_1111866149_429899_1383100_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh *so* attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349677952852598546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3fwRqEnxI/AAAAAAAAAgg/OVoR0BRXN1o/s320/4170_1147199316127_1111866149_429902_4671162_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349682267334005586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3jraWmU1I/AAAAAAAAAiA/u1lBYHC1TOc/s320/4444_85573021906_805951906_1788658_7548008_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sam and aman's birthday at white rock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349684892294818514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3mENGBqtI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/XHk5OMaUFoM/s320/DSC00455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349684897135170370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3mEfIDk0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/1ylELu7KROQ/s320/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At least the bus was empty.. so camwhoring was fun. I love public transit in Vancouver. Wayyyy wayy better than Malaysia. ew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349684899616133202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3mEoXkEFI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qcKuReKAc5Q/s320/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;please excuse the fat arse..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349684906217883458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3mFA9ix0I/AAAAAAAAAjo/WEA-6bYnDT4/s320/DSC00486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349685366559868754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3mfz3oB1I/AAAAAAAAAjw/Jq6xyxgkGTo/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349685371206406434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3mgFLckSI/AAAAAAAAAj4/oMoHeF8Wcng/s320/DSC00490.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;i *didn't* kick that doggy in the face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349685378991917202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3mgiLqCJI/AAAAAAAAAkA/INvW5Bi0LL4/s320/DSC00491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349685385049892450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3mg4v_ZmI/AAAAAAAAAkI/xWvezoDrXCE/s320/DSC00494.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;muahahaha i kicked her.. no..not really. Whatever. I'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349685385500766146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3mg6bfL8I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/TxPFjDI8jlI/s320/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my behind got wet.. i didn't have a change of clothes either. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349685977793077362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3nDY4-oHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/jCj6qm-1Ib4/s320/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349685980867950962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3nDkWFeXI/AAAAAAAAAkg/EcLjMQD8vT8/s320/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I got a piggy back ride! I got a piggy back ride!! I'm still so excited ! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I love getting piggy back rides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349685984102919362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3nDwZXLMI/AAAAAAAAAko/SYPlKonastk/s320/DSC00536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349685988346858978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3nEANMjeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/hViaKwMyt5o/s320/DSC00547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349686513980148146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3nimV8CbI/AAAAAAAAAlA/-L_kiF0PKjM/s320/DSC00556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349686518756596946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3ni4Iu3NI/AAAAAAAAAlI/pnbXgR-hrOM/s320/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I got my penny flattened by the train. I now call it my lucky penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349686517982597234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3ni1QMkHI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/aSjcCQMo_f0/s320/DSC00561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349686521937160002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3njD_CZ0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/fPVNxbmE41k/s320/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349677947873446370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3fv_G8yeI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Fi8w2jmel9M/s320/4161_127897700760_547075760_3213092_890526_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now on to Jazzmin's House Warming (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349682273229760754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3jrwUQaPI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/mxSG_YtYNWo/s320/5074_217666655656_731245656_7453243_3573727_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jello shots. 8)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349682281240176754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3jsOKFqHI/AAAAAAAAAiY/rSu7T07hLQ8/s320/5074_217666660656_731245656_7453244_1471413_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ignore the face ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349684330312830114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3ljfjFDKI/AAAAAAAAAig/KG5_LyzmnPQ/s320/5074_217666750656_731245656_7453261_4972766_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the kissing test. LOL. has nothing to do with kissing.. someone.. but yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349684333269225570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3ljqj8EGI/AAAAAAAAAio/daKxrhcFeVU/s320/5074_217666790656_731245656_7453268_4572173_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;look i carried ania! With their help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349684345994707458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3lkZ97ggI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Y7J2q12obYI/s320/5074_217666805656_731245656_7453270_3746207_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;then i carried her myself!! I'm so strong! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349684336486489970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3lj2i_n3I/AAAAAAAAAiw/J2wdEBkErJM/s320/5074_217666800656_731245656_7453269_1557802_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we took pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349684350062138274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3lkpHrk6I/AAAAAAAAAjA/U4aylRSXbpM/s320/5074_217666810656_731245656_7453271_2319443_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and then this happened ):&lt;br /&gt;good thing they caught her. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got cold, so i changed into a tank top and shorts. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349684884417195906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3mDvv2r4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/reJ2NSmOhEo/s320/5074_217666920656_731245656_7453291_6869543_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i swear we weren't high/drunk/tipsy in anyway. (: Well.. i dont know about aman.. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twas a fun day. WOW. This took almost 2 hours... its 2:28. I'm off to have some bonding time with mummy.. Shes just gna yell at me anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nighty night ppl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-5102245186062792707?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5102245186062792707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=5102245186062792707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5102245186062792707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5102245186062792707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/06/chipsmore.html' title='Chipsmore'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sj3gLm_mC2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/ndeHTJ2-f44/s72-c/4170_1147206796314_1111866149_429919_3347754_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-4302855136689606307</id><published>2009-06-20T01:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:10:32.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chewy Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookies</title><content type='html'>.. That I helped to make.. are.. lacking chocolate chips.&lt;br /&gt;I want more chocolate chips damn it. You guys suck. ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. So today was Jazzy's housewarming thingo. It was cold, so i changed from my dress into a tanktop and shorts.. wtf. But yeah, and my surf shorts are SO LOOSE on me! DID I LOSE WEIGHT?! Nah, I'm still convinced that it stretched. But Steph seems to be disagreeing wtih me. Steph you suck too ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that my hair looks like barbwire from the back and like straw at the ends. Why thank you very much, ti. :/&lt;br /&gt;I got razor burns today.. they hurt more than actually getting cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hutan Khatulistiwa" - Mami Jarum&lt;br /&gt;I'm under that category for.. everything. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at vacation spots and I've decided on this place for a special occassion. No where else, until I find somewhere prettier and tht fits into my waants and needs. Which is surprising really, because its right thurr (or hurr) in Malaysia. Amazing. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog more about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being nagged at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;the fug one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-4302855136689606307?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/4302855136689606307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=4302855136689606307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4302855136689606307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4302855136689606307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/06/chewy-chocolate-chip-oatmeal-cookies.html' title='The Chewy Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookies'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-2241383861671251788</id><published>2009-06-18T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:23:01.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nXPT8sw_FjU&amp;amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nXPT8sw_FjU&amp;autoplay=1" hl="en&amp;fs=" rel="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy song. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my nails are pink and white. it looks sexy on my man hands which are smaller than everyone elses. I have abnormally small hands. *sigh* why can't eveyrthing else be small...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-2241383861671251788?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2241383861671251788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=2241383861671251788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2241383861671251788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2241383861671251788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes.html' title='YES.'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-2088660245290348082</id><published>2009-06-18T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:09:00.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Sup summer?</title><content type='html'>So yes, school has finally ended. Oddly enough, I don't miss it. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically *I* still have school cuz im not done my computers assignemnt.. I would totally do it at home if i knew what to do.. So yes, away to Mr. Beatons I go tomorrow. I still have the science provincials to do.. and then I'm free for a week and a day. 1 day. Then summer school starts. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get peace. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am, in bed, my laptop on my not-so-flat-stomach, blogging. I need shoes. Oh, how I would love to go shopping right about now.. Oh no wait, its 8 pm, the malls close in an hour. FUCK YOU MALL HOURS. Who the shit closes at 9pm? Seriously? And they close at 6 from sundays-tuesdays. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITHT HEM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like the malls here are to die for anyway.. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I hate guildford mall so much. SO SO SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any mall worth going to should at least be metrotown, pacific centre, coquitlam centre, and willowbrook. Guildford is like, nothing. I dont know why ppl are so crazy over that ugly building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized on tuesday that jh is in such a convinient place. You cross the road, and theres t&amp;amp;t, subway, macs, all those mini restaurants, dollar stores, a&amp;amp;w's, wendys, mcds a little further ahead, quiznos, pizzahut, and that crappy mall. Everything is so close by, and theres bus stops everywhere. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm off to eat a chewy chocolate chip oatmeal cookie i helped to make. If it's too sweet, im not eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pce bitches;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-2088660245290348082?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2088660245290348082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=2088660245290348082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2088660245290348082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2088660245290348082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/06/sup-summer.html' title='&apos;Sup summer?'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-40657194326641852</id><published>2009-06-15T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:35:55.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One two getting out my summer shoe</title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days of school left! AHHH. I still can't feel it though. Feels like the middle of the term still. I still carry around my binders and my bag is as big as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. AM. OFFICIALLY. DONE. WITH. &lt;strong&gt;FRENCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YUSSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, i'm so happy (':&lt;br /&gt;French is out of the way for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm prettys ure i failed it, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have my science final, and science provincial and i'll be free for  A &lt;strong&gt;week&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. summer school starts. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, this summer is going to be a productive summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so happy french is over and done with, thankz the godz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go 'study' science. Bombed the mock provincials today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woop woop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-40657194326641852?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/40657194326641852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=40657194326641852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/40657194326641852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/40657194326641852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-two-getting-out-my-summer-shoe.html' title='One two getting out my summer shoe'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-7014482743541686267</id><published>2009-06-12T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:20:19.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIFF</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I feel so happy that it's finally friday. Night. Peaaceeee. (':&lt;br /&gt;well, not entirely happy but yennoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but mention that Friendster is so ghetto now. It always was, but now its like SOOO ghetto. Ew. Anyone who has excess to a cybercafe has friendster. Rempits and every other person who shouldn't be alive on this earth has it. EEEEEEYERRRR. So ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to delete my account. I have like 300 something or 400 something friends on it, 3/4 whom I don't talk to or don't know. Not my fault lah kay, I got it in standard 4. Twitter and Facebook are more of my thing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster = Ghetto. y/y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had my paragraph final for french today. I hope I did well. I knew i was going to pick the second scene anyway, so i kinda sorta prepared with all the right words.. Well, not really.. but whatever. I kept on saying &lt;em&gt;sont&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;em&gt;that.&lt;/em&gt; FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;I to bring them treatment'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out what I got on the oral testing.  I'm happy (':&lt;br /&gt;Kayla and I did well. I'm happy, shes happy. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;It's the best i've done so far, which is good, which was also my last. AHH. Working hard paid off.  YUSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the chapter 12 test.. AHAHA I dont wanna know what I got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanduni , Jeong and I stayed back and did chapter 11's test and we stayed till 5, bugging Mr. Norisue and talking to him about the many things to bump our marks up.&lt;br /&gt;Omg the scantron marky thingy makes the CUTEST sound ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you switch it on, it goes 'BEEP BEEEP' like super fast! SOOO ADORABLE! We were switchin it on and off over and over again. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Mr Norisue threw his dog &lt;em&gt;Taro&lt;/em&gt; out of the window once. HAHHAHAHAHAHA. Wow. He denies it now. haha&lt;br /&gt;OMG. He has the most contagious laugh ever! Soo.. ahh. I always laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that he's evil and that I was going to ratemyteachers.com and wass going to give him a bad rating.. He remembered! He then called &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; evil (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I really need a picture with him. Prolly one of the best teachers I've had other than Mr. Bailey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Norisue is old, a physics and science teacher and he has &lt;strong&gt;BLUE&lt;/strong&gt;  hair! HOW COOL IS THAT?!  He has friggen blue hair! My mummy is still in awe. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made him sign my yearbook today, and he wrote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Thank you for laughing at my jokes.&lt;br /&gt;See you in Physics 11 next year,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Norisue'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awweeee man. He tells the lamest jokes which are so lame, I can't help but laugh. And then he laughs, and then I laugh even more because his laugh is so contagious.&lt;br /&gt;I think I might drop a couple of packs of gum on his desk. He needs it, I just won't be mean and tell him. Well, giving it to him in the first place is mean. I'll buy him a card and sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eats sushi everyday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Japanese science/physics teacher is old, a bachelor, eats sushi almost everyday, has a dog named Taro which he threw out the window (&lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;/em&gt;) and has blue hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the best teacher ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gna miss this year so much, no joke. &lt;\3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-7014482743541686267?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7014482743541686267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=7014482743541686267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7014482743541686267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7014482743541686267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/06/tgiff.html' title='TGIFF'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-3525834791220739488</id><published>2009-06-11T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:37:39.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y-y-y-year Books!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we got our yearbooks yesterday! Woo~&lt;br /&gt;Everything looks pretty cool, and when i was done reading it.. there were these 2 pages that said 'Schools out..' at the end, with many pictures of the shcool when its all empty and quiet, morning and night. It just made me so sad I teared up a little. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeh schools over and whoohoo~ summer is here and stuff, but still. I actually really liked this year.. a lot. And now we'll be going into grade 11, and then 12, and we're out of there. I'm pretty much attached to crappy JH. It's my second home and i love staying back after school whether its for hanging out, after school classes, meetings or just to bug Mr. Norisue or Mr. Bailey :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I'm gna miss it soo much! It's my first highschool, my only highschool. It brings back so many memories, good and bad. Who was a bitch, who was nice, what happened then, what happened now. AHHH &lt;\3 I'm making sure everyone I know signs it, for memory purposes (: The people I've hung out with since grade 8 hasn't really changed much, new people came, and now we're a bigger, stronger group. Even though sometimes we feel kinda awkwarded out, I think it's for the better, then we get the chance to understand each other better. Now it's mostly just the three of us. I like it, but I like the way we were before too. I love you guys, &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346304356845505106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SjHjfJLmSlI/AAAAAAAAAfw/CJDyipwJTt8/s400/wa+wa+wee+wa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much fun hangning out with you guys, you have no idea! It feels so weird when one of you are not there, ESPECIALLY you guys. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onya, I know we haven't talked much in the year before, but socials has brought us into a tight couple and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346304354384518130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SjHjfAA2m_I/AAAAAAAAAf4/Obm5c2iW3SM/s400/wa+wa+weee+wa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three years have passed by so fast, 2 more to come and then we're gone. Which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Highschool is hard, yes. But still, i love it. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without my friends, I don't know where I'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH, this is making me emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of yearbooks, I look like a cancer patient with acne in my picture. Its gross. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;and I have 3 different skin tones in it. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French orals yesterday went surprisingly well. My heart was pounding so much that i couldn't breathe properly and i didnt even get the scenario i wanted.. But apparently, I aced it. Thank God. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, chapter 12 test tomorrow, french paragraph final, windows movie maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, french MC final, science mock provincial.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, chillax day.&lt;br /&gt;Weds, Science final, chillax in computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next tuesday, Science provincial and.. then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M DONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well.. until the 2nd of July.. summer school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kill me &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-3525834791220739488?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/3525834791220739488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=3525834791220739488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3525834791220739488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3525834791220739488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/06/y-y-y-year-books.html' title='Y-y-y-year Books!'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SjHjfJLmSlI/AAAAAAAAAfw/CJDyipwJTt8/s72-c/wa+wa+wee+wa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-7093782567226377949</id><published>2009-06-08T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:44:42.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break out</title><content type='html'>Today, I discovered that I am breaking out because of my new face wash. My skin is allergic to it. How perfect is that?! UGHH. I wanted to try something new and thats what I get.. my skin breaking out like no ones business. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, so I'm obsessed with Up. I can't stop watching the trailer. It's such an adorable movie! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kyyrYPTjPJg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kyyrYPTjPJg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its being shown at your theatre, seriously go watch it! I think it's disney pixar's first 3D movie ever made. I don't eally see the big deal about 3D stuff, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I reached school early and I was all prepared to go to science class and fail my test, la la laa. Until halfway Mrs. Tredernick made an announcement saying the block order was BDAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf?  I had to run to my locker and sprint to the other end of the school to gym. It was continuing the day from the bomb threat on friday. LAME.&lt;br /&gt;After p.e., I had to friggen dress up so fast and sprint all the way upstairs the other end of the shcool for computers. I was late -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well whatever, it was just for today.&lt;br /&gt;pictures in the next post, possibly tonight or right now after this LOL&lt;br /&gt;it messes up the post if i add pictures now :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-7093782567226377949?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7093782567226377949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=7093782567226377949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7093782567226377949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7093782567226377949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/06/break-out.html' title='Break out'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-6524588640965250555</id><published>2009-06-07T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:51:22.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UP!</title><content type='html'>Today, my sister and i watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344793953919320930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SiyFyH0EQ2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/KhjaMOgeqPw/s400/Up+poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It has got to be the cutest movie ever! All the characters are so adorable OMG. Especially Russel, and Carl and Kevin and the dog. OMGOMG. Cuteness overload!&lt;br /&gt;It was also pretty sad but my waterworks weren't working today at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344793955111811026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SiyFyMQYN9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/pf3UpstP0gY/s400/UP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is possibly the cutest line from the whole movie.. (&lt;em&gt;or not, but in my case it is okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'I hid under your porch because I love you..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;doggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAWWEEEEE! That is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; adorable! (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think anyone and everyone should take some time off and go watch it.. It's worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the previews they showed Toy Story 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG IM SO EXCITED FOR IT! Well.. not really.. but yenno. Its Toy Story!&lt;br /&gt;It's being released on the 10th or 18th of June of 2010. I'll prolly be dead by then or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next cartoon i'm definitely going to watch is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy With A Chance Of Meatballs. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;disney pixar movies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-6524588640965250555?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6524588640965250555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=6524588640965250555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6524588640965250555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6524588640965250555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-my-ti-and-i-watched-it-has-got-to.html' title='UP!'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SiyFyH0EQ2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/KhjaMOgeqPw/s72-c/Up+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-5410587325831095917</id><published>2009-06-06T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:26:25.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bomb Break '09</title><content type='html'>Okay, so yesterday started off to be a normal day.. Well yenno, waking up extra early be in my Ms. Lang's class for review, had the quiz.. bell rang, went to block B for p.e. Everything was pretty much normal until then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing volleyball and laughing our asses off until the fire alarm went off. We thought it'd be one of those fake alarms where a pipe burst or something.. but NOOO.&lt;br /&gt;So we all marched out of the shcool into the gravel field and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, usually its only 15-20 minutes long that we have to be out there.. but this time it was &lt;strong&gt;2 friggen hours&lt;/strong&gt; in the scorching &lt;em&gt;almost-summer&lt;/em&gt; sun! Horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knew what was going one.. everyone walked around to visit their friends from other classes. After a while everyone was getting tired and started sitting down nd stuff.. We missed lunch and half of block C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there was a bomb threat. : \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end a whistle was blown and they were like "EVERYONE GO BACK TO YOUR CLASSES" and everyone scuttered back to their rows. After that they were like "EVERYONE KEEP QUIET!" and everyone started shutting up and we were told to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spokesperson from the police said that there was a bomb threat and that the teachers have been given instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers then started telling their students that we were free to go home and that there wasn't any afternoon classes. WOOO~ We weren't allowed to go near or into the school under any circumstances and were told to come back at 4 to get our things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was friggen cellphone-less and ipod-less! &lt; / 3 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so naked, without my oink and phone. AND, i was in my gym strip looking like a tard. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way to contact mummy. Thank goodness for sanduni and having her phone with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Tahiyat's to chill until 4 and this is what we did :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344475689946867042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SitkUuH-ZWI/AAAAAAAAAew/ANGXp9ex9UQ/s400/Snapshot_20090605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344475683004831778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SitkUUQ3WCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/iMK3vcgdvZY/s400/Snapshot_20090605_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344476130976200706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SitkuZFj-AI/AAAAAAAAAe4/UvW0ZWRjB8A/s400/Snapshot_20090605_41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344476135230115778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sitkuo7xj8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/XUVX6DOfN1I/s400/Snapshot_20090605_43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344476136006186082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sitkur0zdGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/jtMp-J1-Fcc/s400/Snapshot_20090605_57.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;FAIL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344476138732850658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sitku1-5DeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/yozF6MMyoJc/s400/Snapshot_20090605_54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344476137665660082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SitkuyAdBLI/AAAAAAAAAfY/JIhYNp5df78/s400/Snapshot_20090605_62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;LOLOL. We recorded a couple of things which turned out to be epic fails. So they shall never be seen by anyone else. It's almost sad looking at them. HAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got to school and i had to have mrs. H open my locker for me -.-"&lt;br /&gt;They're suspecting anyone and everyone who might have fireworks/explosives in their locker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed my p.e. strip and clothes from the gym locker but she refused to open that one.. so all my clothes are in there. Thank god my cell wasnt int here or else i'd be all emo without it.&lt;br /&gt;They only opened the school at 4:30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the police and fire brigade came and there were search dogs and shizz! I posted the link on my status on fb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On thursday, micah, tahu and i hung out. With jenise! haha shes such an adorable kid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344475678718565554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SitkUES8HLI/AAAAAAAAAeY/lVhg8qofsJg/s400/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344475680386170578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SitkUKghvtI/AAAAAAAAAeg/vqUCXJ-NqzI/s400/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tahu in her dress!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344475676163418786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SitkT6xvqqI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/QjOcx7IEjhE/s400/DSC00625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Another horrible happened today, outside my house. I'll blog more on that tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh yeah, i realized i have gotten darker from yesterday with that stupid racerback tanktop i wore for p.e.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FML.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;the dark bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-5410587325831095917?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5410587325831095917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=5410587325831095917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5410587325831095917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5410587325831095917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/06/bomb-break-09.html' title='Bomb Break &apos;09'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SitkUuH-ZWI/AAAAAAAAAew/ANGXp9ex9UQ/s72-c/Snapshot_20090605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-7143759787732688835</id><published>2009-06-06T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:17:33.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beri beri exciting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SirqJjG0tjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/rUYFA5pGSrQ/s1600-h/DSC06936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344341357592098354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SirqJjG0tjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/rUYFA5pGSrQ/s400/DSC06936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344341361298168530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SirqJw6a2tI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nkN33l8VDlc/s400/Snapshot_20090605_50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday... was an interesting school day. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more on that later!&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/4737259685552411686-7143759787732688835?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7143759787732688835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=7143759787732688835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7143759787732688835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7143759787732688835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/06/beri-beri-exciting.html' title='Beri beri exciting'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SirqJjG0tjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/rUYFA5pGSrQ/s72-c/DSC06936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-6092076497032421060</id><published>2009-06-03T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:16:55.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No. More. BEEP TEST.</title><content type='html'>OMG! Today was the last day of fitness testing! OMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. unless i take p.e. 11, which i wanted to.. and was called crazy by my fellow friends -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actaully like p.e.! It's so much fun.. I dont know why some people hate it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought i was going to do incredibly bad for my beep test.. But i didn't surprisingly. I did the best i ever have! I got a 6.5 on my beep test! AHHH. I'm so happy! (':&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do that bad on the agility test either! And, i improved by 1 on the flexibility. (;(;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out its not that bad at all.. haha. After the first block, we set up the badminton nets. OMG. Today's badminton game has got to be the BEST i've played in forever. Me and Nina. I &lt;strong&gt;loooveee&lt;/strong&gt; competition. Especially in badminton. So much fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refering back to the title of my last post, I got hit in the face with an extremely hard ball in p.e. BY HARICK. God I hated him so much that day. But I'm ove rit.. My whole right side of my face was all red.. and Parambir was like "Belinda did you wear purple eye shadow today..?"&lt;br /&gt; NO. NONONONO. I got bashed in the face with a ball parambir -.-" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beeptest, I stopped at like, 6.5 and i ws just waving my arms at Mr. Marello, I had to go to my locker and get my puffers.. My little asthma attack decided to visit me and i couldnt breathe. Was wheezing so loud everyone was like O.O whats wrong with her.. hHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Perfect timing, i coudlnt get my locke ropen -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will come soon, I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-6092076497032421060?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6092076497032421060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=6092076497032421060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6092076497032421060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6092076497032421060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-more-beep-test.html' title='No. More. BEEP TEST.'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-2592734341164236771</id><published>2009-05-28T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:23:32.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a punch in the eye and there you go!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so like I said in my post earlier. Nothing good has been happening lately. Like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff thats happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed a lot of school.. Me, tahu and steph volunteered at Vancouver International Children's Festival. So I've been going downtown a lot. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; downtown vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was the orientation, and then the actual shifts.. it was fun i guess. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;We saw the HOTTEST guy ever! He looked exactly like the edward I pictured in WA AND the THO. OMGOMG. But Rob is still perfect. &lt;3&gt;Whaa? o.O hahaha. And then, the fake-out kiss. That was priceless. Everyone was like O.O FOR REAL?! &lt;em&gt;I wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then kristen dropping her award. MAJOR LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda surprising how Twilight won over Slumdog Millionaire..&lt;br /&gt;And the movie wasn't even &lt;em&gt;that good..&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS WHY, My fellow lovelies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never, ever &lt;em&gt;underestimate the power&lt;/em&gt; of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWI-HARDS.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-2592734341164236771?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2592734341164236771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=2592734341164236771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2592734341164236771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2592734341164236771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-punch-in-eye-and-there-you-go.html' title='Get a punch in the eye and there you go!'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-1101847831821464337</id><published>2009-05-28T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:52:27.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown To New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MzUzMzAwNTM3NiZwdD*xMjQzNTMzMTMxMDY1JnA9MTMwMjkxJmQ9Q291bnRkb3duJTIwVG8lMjBOZXclMjBNb29uJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTQmdD*mbz*5ZjY2N2Y4MzZhYWU*MWQyYjc1NmQ2YzJmMjQzMzY*OSZzPXR3aWxpZ2h*LWdvc3NpcC5jb2*mb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0; width:300px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mtv.com/global/apps/widgets/framework/container.2.swf" flashVars="config=/content/widget/ma09_new_moon/ma09_new_moon.xml&amp;gig_lt=1243533005376&amp;gig_pt=1243533131065&amp;gig_g=4&amp;gig_s=twilight-gossip.com&amp;gig_n=blogger" width="300" height="373" name="container" loop="false" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0; text-align:center; width:300px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movieawards.mtv.com/"&gt;MTV Movie Awards&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/movies/movie/414921/moviemain.jhtml"&gt;Twilight: New Moon&lt;/a&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/4737259685552411686-1101847831821464337?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1101847831821464337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=1101847831821464337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1101847831821464337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1101847831821464337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown-to-new-moon.html' title='Countdown To New Moon'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-8030556282150623454</id><published>2009-05-24T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:48:34.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsieur Clive Handjob</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I still didn't update. Well, my bad. It's just too much work to first LOG IN. And then click NEW POST, TYPE out all my shizz, and then AGAIN click publish post.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a lot of work, yenno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm doing it anyway.. so wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to not blog about anything at home, cuz I have saved most of my pictures and everything else at school I'll just blog from there, if the internet isn't being so gay. Now, I need to start on my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy shoes, for summer. I'm currently shoe-less.&lt;br /&gt;It is a fact. And I wanna go downtown again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how i love the air and breeze of the downtown core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm either going to  move to Vancouver, ooorrrrr, Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;But i think Vancouver is wayy prettier. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Vancouver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should get a t-shirt that says that. The New York one is dead already anyway..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-8030556282150623454?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8030556282150623454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=8030556282150623454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8030556282150623454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8030556282150623454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/05/monsieur-clive-handjob.html' title='Monsieur Clive Handjob'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-5360046748628338539</id><published>2009-05-22T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:32:28.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Its friday. I haven't updated in forever. I will, soon. Possibly tonight or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-5360046748628338539?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5360046748628338539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=5360046748628338539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5360046748628338539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5360046748628338539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/05/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-3410583358878165377</id><published>2009-05-01T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:56:23.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay so I've decided to finally update.. a &lt;em&gt;proper&lt;/em&gt; update that is. My blog needs a new layout. I only know how to get those pre made shizz. Someone teach me to make my own layout! Pleeaasseeee. I'm currently waiting for blogger to upload all my 5 pictures. Well, theres gna be more, if it uploads faster. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My internet has been slow lately.. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past.. uhh.. 2 weeks? 3? We've been getting pro-d-days on friday. So that's sexy. 4 days of school for the past 3 weeks. Its going to end soon though. Soon there will be 6-8 weeks of going to school for 5 days a week. Crazy stuff. Provincials and finals and shizz. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't wait for ummer break.. but then I have summer school. Ugh :\&lt;br /&gt;Well then I can't wait till THAT ends. I'll be on a plan flying far far far away from shcool (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm glad that it has fnally gotten warmer. The flowers are blooming and the trees have leaves on them again. Thats always nice to see, innit? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331100786420348066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvf63xj9KI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BTmzkywjsiA/s400/100_5431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Too bad its going to start raining again for the next week. It's May already.. It should stop raining. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its warm, we go outside for lunch and chillax. It feels good to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331100790666529074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvf7Hl7iTI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ltmYY9c-N1k/s400/100_5433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331100800521805954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvf7sTnIII/AAAAAAAAAZw/ELjv2f78RRg/s400/100_5437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331100793106893298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvf7QrwifI/AAAAAAAAAZo/6s_-0WgUEoc/s400/100_5435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My camera died just after taking that picture. Coincidence? Nah, I just think my camera has brains. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish it died.. I would too actually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So on Wednesday it was a really warm day. We had p.e. outside and i got friggen sunburnt. Not sun burnt.. I just got darker by like 082340823482084 times. Fuck. I don't want to get any darker! I'm dark enough as it is. ):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331100804741841698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvf78BvwyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/u-z1SItOC6w/s400/100_5441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331101797130136786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvg1s9jbNI/AAAAAAAAAaA/1JOuQFGhIMw/s400/100_5442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at that! Am I friggen dark or what?!&lt;br /&gt;Summer always has to be hard for me. I LOVE the weather, but i always get darker. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So a couple of days ago.. when i was still a little fair, I went to Playland with my friends. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;It was opening day, and I had TheBeat vip coupon thing, so why not. haha. I really thougth we werent gna get in. But we did. So yay. Plan B was to go downtown and hang out. That will happen another time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally met kristie!  It was fun bb! (: ilu .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331102598551456242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SfvhkWfSSfI/AAAAAAAAAao/iZI1kM40llo/s400/3160_172823890262_780400262_6663888_6017236_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Waiting in lineeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331102598177776674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SfvhkVGMZCI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lDRzqp5jEQg/s400/3160_172823895262_780400262_6663889_3711947_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pictures from the rest of the dayy. Pictures will do the talkingg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331102600424412578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvhkdd1VaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/PiiAvBe6BDA/s400/3160_172823900262_780400262_6663890_3281400_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331102603534875650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SfvhkpDbPAI/AAAAAAAAAbA/reDFSx-Qtho/s400/3160_172823920262_780400262_6663893_708011_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331103041734031458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvh-JePuGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_pGb0EkBttI/s400/3160_172823930262_780400262_6663895_821048_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331105824382216578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SfvkgHpRaYI/AAAAAAAAAcg/CtC8l9Sebrk/s400/3160_172824160262_780400262_6663938_2979123_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331102602976246786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvhkm-PPAI/AAAAAAAAAbI/iNlRAakP1Bc/s400/3160_172823925262_780400262_6663894_4032627_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331105827757887090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SfvkgUOGDnI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XgZtOuGNweM/s400/3160_172824190262_780400262_6663944_4644556_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331105824157176802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SfvkgGznk-I/AAAAAAAAAco/7kT_TfJb2Vk/s400/3160_172824170262_780400262_6663940_7421041_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331104414406136530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SfvjODEx0tI/AAAAAAAAAcI/d02s6GHzDq4/s400/3160_172824135262_780400262_6663933_4855769_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Music Machine, yo! From Virgin Radio 95.3&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that ! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331104414758486594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SfvjOEYyQkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ASBaZ9noBbI/s400/3160_172824140262_780400262_6663934_3524479_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331104412201276322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SfvjN63GU6I/AAAAAAAAAcA/ywIL3PCxlxg/s400/3160_172824080262_780400262_6663922_1670744_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in line for the wooden roller coaster. haha&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331104413495713730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SfvjN_rt38I/AAAAAAAAAb4/w9q2zSr4osw/s400/3160_172824070262_780400262_6663920_4234462_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Selena took this. Me and Micah are together; you can actually see all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Ania's blonde head and kristie beside her. Micah in green adn me beside him infront of them. lmaoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331103043378952994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvh-PmbOyI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mKSbxUp1YVI/s400/3160_172824000262_780400262_6663907_7315477_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We left our marks there. (: haha&lt;br /&gt;They're prolly gna erase it tho .&lt;br /&gt;oh my gawd. I ate SOOO much that day!&lt;br /&gt;This hugeass slice of pizza, cotton candy from micah. cinnamon doughnuts frome evryone and a chocolate milkshake. 8I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331104421275964018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SfvjOcqrEnI/AAAAAAAAAcY/RBK_vhwYACY/s400/3160_172824155262_780400262_6663937_3121289_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Hellavatorrrr. Went on it like.. twice. Micah and kristie have the videos. Check em out on fb. Tahu was terrified and ania and i were excited. I LOVE that ride. Pretty much like the Solero shot or whatever its called. Except better. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331103040409351090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvh-Eias7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/8RSxIPal9KQ/s400/3160_172823945262_780400262_6663898_2849766_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331101805870208258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvg2NhWVQI/AAAAAAAAAag/d2-pihpfQnA/s400/2814_76481143892_509783892_1824807_4539869_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331103046779009506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvh-cRD-eI/AAAAAAAAAbo/P9_JCjLngTY/s400/3160_172824010262_780400262_6663909_7687716_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331103044215569986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvh-St4_kI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MZZYzbiQAzI/s400/3160_172824035262_780400262_6663914_7345644_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331101805230142242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvg2LIvsyI/AAAAAAAAAaY/NPZQdLQBcUU/s400/2814_76481128892_509783892_1824804_2230422_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh its love on the ferris wheel! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;My lips were all red and painful. dried and chapped. Stupid arctic wind. *broken heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331101798823861522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvg1zRXnRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/X3G8n_3Gn0o/s400/2806_187185555636_685970636_6619357_3823180_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331101803643069362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvg2FOW47I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_hugD7_DeAM/s400/2806_187185645636_685970636_6619369_5234818_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;See! I was so much more lighter than.. WEDNESDAY! )':&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dark beastttt. *broken heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 1:51 am. I still need to watch my movie! I'M GOING TO WATCH IT! I've postponed it like 92834928349 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures we took at school with our sexy glasses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331105829182352322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SfvkgZhtq8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/B4iVz3vd4lQ/s400/glasses1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331105832340337938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SfvkglSotRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/814NFdRmIUs/s400/2814_70520788892_509783892_1776657_7207817_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button ftw.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more later. I think theres enough pictures for a decade. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighty night, m'loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-3410583358878165377?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/3410583358878165377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=3410583358878165377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3410583358878165377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3410583358878165377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sfvf63xj9KI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BTmzkywjsiA/s72-c/100_5431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-3653952173963196833</id><published>2009-05-01T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:33:44.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was gna..</title><content type='html'>.. big post wth pictures and everything. But now i'm too lazy.. and im choking on curry laksa soup. So im not really in the mood. Its 2:33am anyways. No school tomorrow. Whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i'll update later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighty night my loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-3653952173963196833?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/3653952173963196833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=3653952173963196833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3653952173963196833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3653952173963196833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-gna.html' title='I was gna..'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-1984623257214729023</id><published>2009-04-12T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:41:48.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micah &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; come back online later at night. I wasn't online anymore... I was in my room watching a movie. oh well, whatevs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the pitures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323919742366166738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeJczGBsrtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/5TnbkUUaVmE/s400/3160_156687910262_780400262_6478916_6781501_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323919747701296482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeJczZ5sTWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/F6ok9QeJtnY/s400/3160_156687915262_780400262_6478917_1495972_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the guys washroom and messed around a littl ebit. There wasn't anyone in there. LOL. Micah got a picture of us.. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323919745927298434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeJczTSvPYI/AAAAAAAAAY4/kYoh0kQ3yes/s400/guys+washroomm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this picture so much for some reason.. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LETS GET DOWN TO BUSINESS, TO DEFEAT THE HUNS.&lt;br /&gt;DID THEY SEND ME DAUGHTERS, WHEN I ASKED FOR SONS?&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE THE SADDEST BUNCH I'VE EVER MET, BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; YOU CAN BET&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE WE'RE THROUGH, MISTER&lt;br /&gt;I'LL MAKE A MAN OUT OF YOUUUU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;heh heh. can y'all guess where it's from? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tis my post for the day. laturss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-1984623257214729023?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1984623257214729023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=1984623257214729023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1984623257214729023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1984623257214729023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-it-are.html' title='Here it are'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeJczGBsrtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/5TnbkUUaVmE/s72-c/3160_156687910262_780400262_6478916_6781501_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-5407890613432740576</id><published>2009-04-12T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:14:05.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychobabble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was kinda, sorta fun. I slept at like.. iunno 4 or something and I woke up at 10:30 to get ready for my days' adventure. I got ready and everything, and mummy dropped me off at the theatre. It was friggen closed -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got there, afraid I was the late one.. no one was even there yet. Little dipsh*ts. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i stood there like the cool person i am (chyeah rght..) and waited. Then they all showed up and we waited for the theatre to open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to get food and stuff from wal-mart. Tahu had to exchange watches at wal-mart for her cousins so i followed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stopped by Spring and homg! Saw these really sexy pair of hotpink shoes. I'm totally getting them on monday! Spring shoes! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to wal-mart. Got twizzlers for micah and we got a bag of chips.. got to the theatre and it was friggen packed with little.. kids. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I just have this immense hatred for kids. blegh. And I'm the one who's supposed to love little kids. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all depends on my moood.. And so today was not my omg-i-love-little kids-day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah Montana was alright.. but i loved Adventureland! T'was a good movie and Jesse Eisenberg and Kristen did an awesome job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I think i might go download hannah montana songs now.. :l WHAT HAVE I TURNED INTO?! shizz shizz shizzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for Adventureland to start micah came into the ladies' loo with us. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we took pictures 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While tahiyat was peeing i took a picture myself. heh heh&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323741691115804402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeG63JblFvI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-G0mvFl5yUw/s400/bengkok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323741697263357522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeG63gVRTlI/AAAAAAAAAYY/XFwedd5cQOE/s400/sexy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323741696728513842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeG63eVwPTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/AlpSpeBow5Y/s400/picturee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323741703277324114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeG632vHJ1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/LBPMLpi-TZk/s400/two+people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In return, we ran around the guys washroom. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Micah has rest of the pictures on his phone. he's gna pass em to me later. He's supposed to come back online, BUT HE HASNT YET. shameshame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was wearing my sexy twilight t-shirt that tahu got for me from hot topic . I loove it soo much! Makes me feel closer to the twi-world. *sigh* I'm not insane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Movie over, micah and lg's left. Tahiyat lost her hoodie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tahiyat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Theatre chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Uhmm.. I misplaced my hoodie and I was wondering if anyone found it?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Okay, what does it look like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Its grey with a whole bunch of little aliens on it.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"*Tries not to laugh*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Burst out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Burst out&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hilarious shizz. But she found it after! It was near the racing car in the arcade -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm gna watch the remainder of whats left of the movie on oink and I'm gna sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;this part of lovegames is stuck in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;LET'S HAVE SOME FUN, THIS BEAT IS SICK, I WANNA TAKE A RIDE ON YOUR DISCO STICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nighty night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-5407890613432740576?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5407890613432740576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=5407890613432740576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5407890613432740576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5407890613432740576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/04/psychobabble.html' title='Psychobabble'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeG63JblFvI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-G0mvFl5yUw/s72-c/bengkok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-9073713637677647847</id><published>2009-04-08T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:32:56.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay so my last post wasn't so short.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stayed up till 3 doing my stupid french assignment with micah. He went to sleep at 4. Buu for us. She didnt even give us time to do anything in class! Gawd i hate her. She changed our seating plan. I sit beside this dude.. i have NO idea what his name is.. Today, he came, opened his binder, and the waft of wind that came my way was so stinky. EWWWWW. LMAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't do anything on weds! That was so awesome. Had this lady come in from SafeTeens to talk about stuff. The guys were sent away to another room, and we had only the girls, the lady speaker and my teacher in the class. We learnt techniques to handle situations when a creepy guy comes up to us and acts all creepy. GRAB, TWIST, PULL. LMAO. Yes yes. I now how to handle a creeper-guy situation. (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.E. was okay, after lunch. I had cramps just right before. And yeeeup, it hurt. Did the beep test first thing. I was all cranky. Plank, t-test and flexibility. After break played crash mat, laaaame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday just plain ol sucked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept at like 6 am on thursday night (friday), woke up at 1 pm. Helped mummy with things, and then i went swimming! Twas fun, and then got home. Ti was hungry, so we went to some drive thru. I DROVE! I drove tehre and back. I parked the car, i did everything! I feel so proud and accomplished! haha. I need to work on my steering tho.. and I drove without the headlights on for a bit. HAHAH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to the movies tomorrow. Micah, Tahiyat, Ania and I. Should be fuun. We're gna watch Hannah Montana the movie.. dont ask..&lt;br /&gt;and Adventureland! FINALLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aninders just uploaded the pictures from the last time we were at the theatres..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEHOLD.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323358673375198162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeBeglKF-9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/gwt1o-4S0Nc/s400/n805951906_1622221_1509160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323358674570572434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeBegpnF8pI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Pido1AdREeE/s400/n805951906_1622241_4085142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323358679730598882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeBeg81Vs-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/mdHpvLn_Kd0/s400/n805951906_1622243_4129318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last sunday, my hair got a little manky from all the hair products i use and so it needed a wash. LOL. Since it was manky, it held my hair quite well in different positions.. So i decided to tie it into a high pony tail and this what happened :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323358668450730386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeBegS0AkZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/HoFdgAXoZdc/s400/100_5396-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sexy hair. Its not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;high here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is currently my fb profile picture. Sexy init?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323358669087473106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeBegVL0fdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lsfUIEmYAHk/s400/100_5400-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, I was bored. It was on a sunny Wednesday when I decided to take pictures in the car, whilst mummy and ti went shopping for onions or whatever they do.. So, with the creation of a camera built in a cellphone, pictures i took.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323361219089543826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeBg0wrsMpI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5MUcaComUvE/s400/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323361219386730962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeBg0xyi6dI/AAAAAAAAAX4/urfwxmd4twk/s400/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is one sexy picture. Okay?! Okay. The picture in the picture is &lt;strong&gt;SOH&lt;/strong&gt; sexy. Don't deny it, pls. Kthxbai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More manky hair pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323361213407680690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeBg0bhB2LI/AAAAAAAAAXo/eXif5gLrHUs/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; camwhoring with ti, and failed miserably. She was studying about her starfish.. or whatever that thing is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323361216662870322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeBg0npIGTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uwZQ_fsXn8U/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again.. with the study sheets. Camwhore with me, woman. PUSHPA. I'll dance on your grave. No joke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323361207451266162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeBg0FU6LHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Sq0eEnCWHBo/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I reallly reallyyyy liked this dress. Please ignore my man pose, but it was a dress that i loved. So i got it. :D Well, not me, but Ti got it furr me. Ilu. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tis my summer dress. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, i gtg. Its 2:32 am and papa is yelling at me like theres no tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nighty night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh heh. *devil face*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-9073713637677647847?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/9073713637677647847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=9073713637677647847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/9073713637677647847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/9073713637677647847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/04/kay.html' title='Kay.'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SeBeglKF-9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/gwt1o-4S0Nc/s72-c/n805951906_1622221_1509160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-3898115158091401334</id><published>2009-04-05T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:13:57.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A short one</title><content type='html'>This is gna be a short post because french homework is taking over my life. Not only do I suck terribly in that class, this stupid project assigned to us is giving me a massive headache. ugh. At least I'm done with physics, which i hate also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Gossip girl was gna be on today, but apparently not. Its a friggen repeat. My friend told me its gna be back on the 20th. WTF lah. Keep on moving the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stress enough on how happy i am i got my L. It felt sooo happy. I honestly thought I was gna fail.. And then it stopped giving me questions all together i was all O_O WHAT DID I DO?! And then the '&lt;em&gt;Congratulations, you passed!'&lt;/em&gt; sign came on and i sighed. Since I took it on april 1st, i thought i'd give mummy an April's fool prank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So how?'&lt;br /&gt;'I didn't pass. ):'&lt;br /&gt;'Nevermind, next time.'&lt;br /&gt;':D JOKING. HEH HEH HEH. April Fool! :D:::D'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that never happened.. lmao. I was filled to the brim with euphoria that I couldn't hold back my smile. lawl.&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever. Now I need to get my 60 hour log filled and I will be on my way to getting the N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurting all over from the excessive p.e.-ing i did from weds to friday. We played capture the flag wth the 8th graders. I pushed myself to my limit to catch them. Now I'm in pain. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god theres only gna be 4 days of school this week, including early dismissal on tuesday. Good friday, then easter monday. whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might go and watch Adventureland (i wanna watch it soo badly!), The Conneticut Haunting (ngeh), and the Hannah Montana Movie. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Since Tahiyat, Micah, and Amy want to all watch it, i'll tag along.. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparenly my p.e. sub is hot. ..According to some ppl in my class. No names will be mentioned because j'adore my bffl. (: hhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive basically spent my weekend reading WA. AG updated it a couple of days ago with like.. 2 or 3 chapters. WA FRENZY! HOMGHOMGHOMG. Edward, why don't you just come back already? Bella's being a bitter bitch! ILU Carlisle and Rosalie and Emmet &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would soo cry when she ends that fanfic. buu ): Its a great one. But i have a whole other bunch in line for me to read. Some other authors have not updated in forever. It pisses me off. They just abandon them. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm out. my french teacher will be tres angry if i dont hand in my crap assignment.&lt;br /&gt;fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitenite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-3898115158091401334?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/3898115158091401334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=3898115158091401334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3898115158091401334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3898115158091401334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-one.html' title='A short one'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-4254185038016818341</id><published>2009-04-03T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:59:42.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo hoo.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, TGIF. Like seriously. I've had enough of this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in computer class right now. I did my powerpoint presentation yesterday at home so i'm free! (:&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading up on the Hiroshima Bombing. Mr Norisue was talking about it and I thought it was soo interesting and sad, unfortunately. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not updated in like foreverrrs. I always make drafts and I never post them cuz i get wayyy too lazy. :D haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I've been sick. Well, i &lt;i&gt;got&lt;/i&gt; sick. Then preeti did, then papa and mummy got hit the worst. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its april, spring season is here and it friggen snowed. W.T.F.?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell is gna ring in 2 minutes so i gta go. &lt;br /&gt;Tahu has gone to seattle and i miss her already ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. I GOT MY L! I passed my driver's knowledge and I can now drive! WHOO HOO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did drive.. int he snow.. and then i had to stop. Mummy lah. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im out. laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-4254185038016818341?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/4254185038016818341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=4254185038016818341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4254185038016818341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4254185038016818341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/04/whoo-hoo.html' title='Whoo hoo.'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-1433533077658236821</id><published>2009-03-25T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:04:33.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fml</title><content type='html'>I have a science test tomorrow. I have to study, do my cramcard and the review. Yeah, okay. I can deal with that. I have sentences for French to complete, yeah, i'm halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a science poster project due on friday which I have not started on. I. am. so. SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fml lah, seriously. Ah well, I'll just suffer tomorrow and do it. Oh, my procrastinating never fails to dissapoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this in bed and i laughed so hard that tears were rolling down my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/553935"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I fell asleep in class.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/553935"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; As a joke, my professor used an airhorn to wake me up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/553935"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I got so freaked out that I punched the girl next to me in the face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/553935"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; She got knocked out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/553935"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LMAO. AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;his life is pree fucked up. psh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-1433533077658236821?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1433533077658236821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=1433533077658236821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1433533077658236821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1433533077658236821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/03/fml.html' title='Fml'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-6147659940242413225</id><published>2009-03-22T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:16:57.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.MA.GAWDZ.</title><content type='html'>Oh my godz! THE DVD IS OUT. AHAHAHAHA &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWILIGHT. LA FASCINATION. &lt;em&gt;STRAIGHT UP.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I obviously got it already. I pre-ordered it on February the 9th or something. More than a month ahead of time. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL I PICKED IT UP ALREADY. HAHAHAHAHAH. I dont know why, i'm just so excited! AHAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some sexy pictures of the dvd case and everything else, just cuz. I'm insane. I know. BAHAHAHHAA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315923891204594738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/ScX0nTRDHDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/wYgw9finDbQ/s400/100_5365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Front cover. The case, and the actual dvd case. Muahahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315923891637146050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/ScX0nU4LUcI/AAAAAAAAAU4/EVHsfjzf7r8/s400/100_5371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The first dvd in it. Its the movie. I didnt watch it yet. I went straight for the special features. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315923899133081282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/ScX0nwzWNsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ax3l_q9yrdU/s400/100_5372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The special features and bonus features. 3 disc version kay. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315923906196496770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/ScX0oLHZYYI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Mh7FZ7EXOlc/s400/100_5375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The back cases. Thats right. BE IN AWE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315923909587515170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/ScX0oXv4NyI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6RhOhuBWgNg/s400/100_5377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also got a film cell with it. Its unique. 1 in 250. Heh heh. And a bookmark. (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh thats a sexy picture of rob. ROB. NOT EDWARD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315927874194882770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/ScX4PJD7wNI/AAAAAAAAAVY/1lFfAYtDsT4/s400/100_5380.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Its the one where they're in the restaurant. The resto scene. With edward semi-smiling. &lt;3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315927884993858722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/ScX4PxSnDKI/AAAAAAAAAVo/N2FZ7HKuWHI/s400/100_5391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ignore the face&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*giggles* :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So today I managed to entertain myself by going to Nina's birthday party. Hardly any pictures were taken, tho i will post some that were. It was fun. We got there late, as per usual. Then we hung around, ate food. Cut the cake. Ate cake, hung around and then everyone went out on a loooon glooong walk. Goddamn it was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315927889604208786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/ScX4QCdzaJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/cTKIC1egcdU/s400/100_5356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see my sexy jacket in almost all my pictures. its cuz its cold out, and i like my jacket a lot. Time for a new one tho. /p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315927895973198770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/ScX4QaMSe7I/AAAAAAAAAV4/Eq76vat9MC8/s400/100_5361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Micah da pimp, yo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315928772323377922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/ScX5Da2dAwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/S3fdT2tMqyk/s400/100_5354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315928775309536770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/ScX5Dl-aLgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0dpAELkxc9E/s400/100_5357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;LMAO. I had fun. Tres fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I GOTZ A CELL PHONE. Yeah, whoohoo. After like what? 3 years of being cell-phone less. I've missed it. I text like a crazy ho now. Hahahah. God bless unlimited texting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Science homework awaits. Till then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch your twilight dvd, bbs. Its worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. OH. Nina's mum thought I was spanish. I feel so complimented! heh heh &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have i felt this.. complimented in my life. I look spanish? Really? LMAO. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-6147659940242413225?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6147659940242413225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=6147659940242413225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6147659940242413225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6147659940242413225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/03/omagawdz.html' title='O.MA.GAWDZ.'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/ScX0nTRDHDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/wYgw9finDbQ/s72-c/100_5365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-2166405980537922172</id><published>2009-03-10T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:19:32.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And.. we all join hands and we circle the ring..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Omg omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance unit is so much fun! I was excited for it since lst week and its finally here! Heh heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dance with Micah so bad its not even funny. We planned a number. Number 8. DUN DUN DUN. I turned out to be number 7 and missed him by one person. FUDGE YOU TAHU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That friggens ong is stuck in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now we all join hands and we circle the ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you stop where you are give your honey a swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You swing with the gal behind you, you swing all along with your partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now doe sy doe &lt;/em&gt;(..? i have no idea how to spell that..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your own.&lt;br /&gt;Now you all promenade.. ting ting ting.. singing oh jonnhy oh johnny oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahahahaha. I have no idea what the guy is saying on the song like 3/4 of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But its fun nonetheless. Okay, so most of the dances involve the guys leading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; But since the 8th and 9th graders are all a little too blurr, i ended up leading them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, one guy who was supposed to arm swing with me ended up skipping me all togethe rand went to tahiyat behind me.. So i was all.. o.O and i could barely retain my laughter. Funny shizz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohoh! We did square dancing too! Messed up miserably.. but oh well. It was hilariously fun. I wish we had dance unit all the time!  ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and micah have this picture taking frenzy now.. but of course, i have to always ruin it with my fugly face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311804585919171410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SbdSILQAy1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3-Ee_fyoYU0/s400/DSC00211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at micah! He's just so cute! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311804588994442498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SbdSIWtNtQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/vsBZaUlwzZA/s400/micah+et+moi+deux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311804590364571522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SbdSIbz4N4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/OnzSSFsmdIE/s400/micah+et+moi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311804590545522034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SbdSIcfBTXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/YVcUHuPb4mk/s400/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amehh!.. is cool! Her bday's tomorrow. HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its okay, i shall save the last dance for Micah on friday. Okay micah? (&lt;em&gt;okay!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Yesterday was pj day. So i wore my pyjamas to school. Man it felt good. No jeans :D&lt;br /&gt;So there i was, this pink blob walking through the hallways, scaring ppl. I looked mostly like a clown, but whatever. Today was Lucky Tuesday or some shizz. For St. Patrick's next week. I dressed in green. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tomorrow is flower power.. I have no idea what to wear. Why can;t they ahve &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; day? I mean, its like the best color there is.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I just have a shizz load of pink tops..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Theres really nothing else going on in my life right now. I'm such a boring person. I cant wait! Mummy is looking at Fido phone plans.. heeee :D So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and tahu were to go downtown this friday after school to do some cast stalking.. but we're gna be so goddamn tired, we're just gna go on saturday and spend the whole day there.. *giggles* This is going to be fun.. I can tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Yesterday, i was called a cockroach twice. &lt;em&gt;TWICE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once by my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Once by tahu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;"You're such a cockroach. Shut up."&lt;br /&gt;"omg no you cockroach.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys.. thanks. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;well, science and french homework awaits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;steph, why you so emo? courage! tu dois courage! heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-2166405980537922172?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2166405980537922172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=2166405980537922172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2166405980537922172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2166405980537922172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-we-all-join-hands-and-we-circle.html' title='And.. we all join hands and we circle the ring..'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SbdSILQAy1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3-Ee_fyoYU0/s72-c/DSC00211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-8931567851759292646</id><published>2009-03-08T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T03:31:24.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychobabble</title><content type='html'>I just realized I used the same picture for rob twice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now you know how much I love that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s93/belzb/?action=view&amp;current=KISSS.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s93/belzb/KISSS.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNF. *THUD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-8931567851759292646?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8931567851759292646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=8931567851759292646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8931567851759292646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8931567851759292646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/03/psychobabble.html' title='Psychobabble'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-8117738767139727711</id><published>2009-03-07T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T03:29:49.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A LO LO LO LO</title><content type='html'>A LO LO LO LOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEYRE HERE IN VANCOUVER, BITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only, Rpattz and Kstew are HERE. AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT WAIT TO MEET THEM.&lt;br /&gt;*gets camera out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie meyer is here lurking around too..&lt;br /&gt;if she happens to go to the Chapters dt, .... *2books under each arm running into chapters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310716136489044162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SbN0MFJdSMI/AAAAAAAAATw/60xTcWNvNro/s400/normal_027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was dragged out of the airport from some back door to not get attacked by Twi-Moms.&lt;br /&gt;Damn you twi-moms. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310716142537696946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SbN0MbrkZrI/AAAAAAAAAT4/qVqjkBDfocQ/s400/normal_016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one said anything abt Kristen, but shes here too already.. Damned all the &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt; twi-fans.&lt;br /&gt;Just in case anyone of you are wondering.. I'm not one of the crazy fans. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they just reveal where the set is HMM? HHMMMMM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s93/belzb/?action=view&amp;amp;current=littleashesrobbyangdeliaordizzycolo.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s93/belzb/littleashesrobbyangdeliaordizzycolo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, yeah so crazy stalker ppl showed up at the Oregon set and shizz.. but us &lt;em&gt;Canadian (heh heh)&lt;/em&gt; need to meet them too!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how fortunate i am. :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, this week we had &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; early dismissals in school! that was pree much awesome. I'm glad there isnt early dismissal next week cuz in p.e. its gna be the dance unit! I'm so excited! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Micah and I are gna be dancing buddies. POMPLEMOUSE! Team Pomplemouse it is . (:&lt;br /&gt;People in p.e. are jealous of our pro - one person volleyball skillzZzZzzz. heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What a nice shirt! It'll look good on my floor.."&lt;/em&gt;- Micah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On early dismissal on monday, I called mummy and told her shcool was over. She was like whaa? Then she picked me up. Yeah, so whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why school got early dismissal today? Something special ah? Its not even tuesday.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"No.. nothing special. Like at one something they made an announcement that therew ould be early dismissal today because they thought we're such good students.. they'd let us go early. They really like us students.. Weird.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Huh? Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".. No.. Gawd mother! You ah.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, that was pretty much it. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah. on thurday it was parent-teacher interviews. DUN DUN DUN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy said that my teachers didnt want to shut up. Wow mummy, you're nice. :/&lt;br /&gt;You go thre to listen to them. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My french teacher just went on and on and &lt;em&gt;on and on..&lt;/em&gt; God she didnt want to shut up. I gta admit.. she was just alking and saying how a&lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt; i was. Jeez, i know it already. heh. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr beaton told my mummy i'm in trouble. I just smiled. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*smile*&lt;br /&gt;*nod*&lt;br /&gt;*smile*&lt;br /&gt;*nod*&lt;br /&gt;*smile and nod*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My p.e. teacher told me not to do that and tell him honestly what I thought. Well you shuttup lah. And so he told me how &lt;em&gt;lame&lt;/em&gt; i am in p.e. PSH i tell you. PSHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just happen to hate the volleyball unit okay? I suck at it. And hitting the ball hurts like a bitch. ): I cant even hit it properly without it going the wrong direction. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;friday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get up at 7:45 am. Yeah, wait another 5 minutes time.. I'll get up. Next time i get up in a shock, its 8:33am. AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;So silly of me. Whatever lah. I didnt go to school for block A. Instead I stayed home and did my science hoemwork (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So rajin of me. Heh. then i went for p.e. and rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went swimming after. that was fun. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was Rose Dawson, tahu was Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the titanic sinking scene and where i'm on a platform talking to jack. he dies *dead*&lt;br /&gt;and the boat comes&lt;br /&gt;"IS ANYONE THERE? ANYONE ALIVE OUT THERE?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, that part. heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Science homework awaits. I got a test on monday, which I have to ace. I've decded to do my science homework in mr. norisue's room after school everyday - whenever i can.. which is most likely everyday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I CANT WAIT. TAHU AND I ARE GOING TO LOOK FOR THE SET DURING SPRING BREAK. AHHHHH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s93/belzb/?action=view&amp;amp;current=clips.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s93/belzb/clips.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-8117738767139727711?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8117738767139727711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=8117738767139727711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8117738767139727711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8117738767139727711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/03/lo-lo-lo-lo.html' title='A LO LO LO LO'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SbN0MFJdSMI/AAAAAAAAATw/60xTcWNvNro/s72-c/normal_027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-7936661878723688613</id><published>2009-03-03T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:19:46.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buu</title><content type='html'>Mummmyyyyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuu. I hate being sick. Well, thats what I say no. Before, there was this virus going around and &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt; was getting sick.. everyone &lt;em&gt;except&lt;/em&gt; me. I was all WAH. SO STRONG MY IMMUNE SYSTEM. (Y).  After a while.. I was like damnit! I wanna get sick too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. Buuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML. Good thing I brought a friggen hanky to school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sits in class*&lt;br /&gt;*Watery nose annoys*&lt;br /&gt;*Wipes*&lt;br /&gt;*Sneezes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Feels like dying*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was basically my day. I really really dont wanna go to school tomorrow but I'll have to. Science and french. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy made chicken soup for me tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home from school, was &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep on mummy's lap after that. All i remember was that my eyes were all watery and teary from the fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some chicken soup just now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did science homework, did french homework.&lt;br /&gt;Converted more files. And here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis 12.12 am. I wont be able to sleep and I know it. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yesterday. I was trying to sleep at like.. 2:30 am and stupid Ti was friggen snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oi! Shut up lah, I'm trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Ti: *snores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 5 minutes later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello! STFU. I can't friggen sleep. Stop snoring!&lt;br /&gt;Ti: *carries on snoring*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *all pissed* UGH.  *hits her hard* SHUT UP LAH. YOURE SO FRIGGEN LOUD. &lt;strong&gt;STOP&lt;/strong&gt; SNORING!&lt;br /&gt;Ti: Huh?! What? I wasnt snoring! I swear I wasnt snoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3 seconds later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti: *is now asleep and snoring &lt;strong&gt;EVEN LOUDER THAN BEFORE.&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *gives up* *wears earplugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally fell asleep after that. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her abt it today, and she was like NO LAH. WHERE GOT! Really ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, you freak. YOU SNORE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hai Love Mera Hit Hit Soniye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Phir Kaise Khit Pit Soniye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Baby Badi Fit Fit Soniye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dipper nyer. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like that song okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-7936661878723688613?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7936661878723688613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=7936661878723688613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7936661878723688613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7936661878723688613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/03/buu.html' title='Buu'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-5133527376900264792</id><published>2009-03-01T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:46:27.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kay so I'm currently listening to honey and the moon by Joseph arthur. And looord, this song is the love. Seriously! Well, I've had this song for ever now, but i decided to listen to it again. Its so.. beautiful. Kind of extreme, but iunno, i just love it. I'm gna post it up. Yep yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of like this weekend.. Not much homework, which is good. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I bombed friday's science test. Oh well. I'll just do it again, if i have to. Screw the formulas and shit. It was such an easy chapter, but mr norisue made friggen questions up that he didnt even teach us about! Stupid horseshit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOREVER YOUNG, I WANNA BE FOREVER YOUNGGGGG (8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked friday a lot.. I only got like, 4 and a half hours of sleep that night, but iunno why I was pretty cheery the next morning.. All smiles. Weird.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND MY HAIR WAS COOPERATING WITH ME! thats amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see! &lt;em&gt;i just &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to take a picture.. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308375844559557362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SasjtKU8kvI/AAAAAAAAATA/H9mHFtAIfCE/s400/100_5296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yeah, thats my hair &lt;em&gt;cooperating. &lt;/em&gt;Imagine it not? Worse. :l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh. I promised myself I would read the road sense book this weekend. Take the test this coming week and drive during spring break.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chyeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats never gonna happen.. for me anyways. I set deadlines for myself which I never accomplish by the end. I'm cool like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well at least I managed to get 2 parts to an audio book into Oink, as well as 2 videos.. They're all pretty much related.. heee :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KICKBOXING KICKBOXING KICKBOXING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to join a kickboxing class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fat is making me expand width-wise. AHH. I'm short enough already, the fat makes me look even shorter. I saw a couple of videos from grade 8 i think? and like, when we just arrived here.. my gosh. I was a fat ass! I'm fatter now, thts the sad thing. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo me. aiyooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking through my saved pictures on my folder and more than ever, I WANT THIS DRESS. NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308375850363277922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sasjtf8qUmI/AAAAAAAAATI/gDp9BqXka4I/s400/cdr0264h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who the fuck Candy Girl is.. but that is a bloody pretty dress! Its sooo pretty! Fml. seriously. DONT YOU PPL THINK ITS A PRETTY DRESS? Am i the only one?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we go back, I'm gna shop like a rabid bitch. S&lt;em&gt;peaking of going back.. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heeeeee.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308375846980596642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SasjtTWKs6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/o4BmBuLlk6o/s400/shoeeeesss!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aiyo. Just look a these shoes lah! Theyre gorgeous! My heart aches just looking at them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then maybe I shouldnt look. durr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jimmy Choo, I hate you. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy told me that they chose a first nation male &lt;em&gt;unknown&lt;/em&gt; actor for nm. Well no shit. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Auditioning was fun tho.. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now.. TEH STALKING BEGINS. VANCOUVER. NEW MOON SET. MY NEW HOME.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gna try my luck and run there with tahu during spring break and see what will be going on.. Rob bb isnt gna be there tho.. hes; gna be at the Kids Choice Award, and get 'gunged'. awweeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gawd, just thinking of rob bb gives me the shivers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He'll honestly be the death of me. One day, I will see his face somewhere, will gasp and just drop dead. Hes fucking gorgeous. All you haters, &lt;em&gt;piss off.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308375855346078418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/Sasjtygp0tI/AAAAAAAAATY/dz_fFUb0_I8/s400/normal_027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiyoo. *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308375859088408530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SasjuAc5P9I/AAAAAAAAATg/CGrN-3kcyxU/s400/hugh-jackman-robert-pattinson-karaoke-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Dies* That ~dazzling~ look will kill anyone. Can anyone say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UNF?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hair is back. AHHH. I wanna go to japan too! Meeting japanese ppl was pree cool, now i gta go there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and I know his outfit doesnt really match.. but he still looks hot as fudge here. Its Prada, bb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Petpeeve: Silly lg's having their last names changed to ______ Jonas-Cullen. Like seriously you no-life creature. Ew!&lt;br /&gt;Or like.. ______ Pattinson. AHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i laugh. i laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TAHUUUU WHERE ARE YOUUUU?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-5133527376900264792?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5133527376900264792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=5133527376900264792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5133527376900264792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5133527376900264792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/03/kay-so-im-currently-listening-to-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SasjtKU8kvI/AAAAAAAAATA/H9mHFtAIfCE/s72-c/100_5296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-8139235802632984839</id><published>2009-02-21T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:20:18.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..!</title><content type='html'>Hey bbs! Sorry I havent been updatin gmy blog lately..&lt;br /&gt;its been &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; a month.. I know. ): I've been really busy lately.. and sometimes not very, but yenno, i've just been the lazy ass that i am (: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been going for swimming lessons since the beginning of this month (yeah, i cant swim. ha-ha) and its been uberly tiring.. On top of that I have a shizz loaad of science homework.. Which reminds me, i have to get to that soon too.. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Swimming has been fun, i like it. But its gna end next week, and then I'm gna start kickboxing lessons. I'm so excited! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So this past month.. Nothing much has been happening lately.. Oh, we got our report cards, which I was shit scared for, but turns out that I didnt do that bad after all. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But that doesnt mean papa gets to seee it.. which he &lt;em&gt;prolly&lt;/em&gt; did anyways. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What else..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yeah! Ania and Tahiyat had a not-so-surprise (in my case) birthday dinner for me and steph. Although it was a &lt;em&gt;month later&lt;/em&gt; than our birthdays, it was still pretty much made of awesome. &lt;3&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We ate at Boston Pizza, talked, took pictures - i had my first margarita.. ;o - and then slept over at tahiyats place. Her hse is also made of awesome. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are zee picturess&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305505607606467202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaDxPYc5-oI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eiM_Tr8PfRg/s320/100_5261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ania and steph being all sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305505610311809474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaDxPih6OcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Is6DiCJ26gY/s320/100_5263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tahu with rob bb on oink. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305505618056180002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaDxP_YT8SI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rK5F1Gi5YTc/s320/100_5264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305505618698774914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaDxQBxhKYI/AAAAAAAAARA/gM0agnHpaYw/s320/100_5266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ania.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enjoyed her glass of cold water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305505626255188418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaDxQd7G4cI/AAAAAAAAARI/dNu_b3hYxwo/s320/100_5276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My man brows wave at you *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305507161002122450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaDypzTSnNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ggIroq17o20/s320/100_5280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Arent they pretty? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305507167671941090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaDyqMJf9-I/AAAAAAAAARY/SQpiRRuQb6E/s320/100_5283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A random picture we felt like taking. Sore losers ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305507169352715666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaDyqSaOjZI/AAAAAAAAARo/FWv3tnsonms/s320/sleepover+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We're made of&lt;strong&gt;  a w e s o m e&lt;/strong&gt; okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305507171249190098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaDyqZeYdNI/AAAAAAAAARw/1eqBEdIQVJM/s320/sleepover+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kindly ignore the constipated face of mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305507747862162498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaDzL9hoLEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ciwbdH1DsAc/s320/sleepover+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As tahiyat said.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Theres way more pictures, ania just did upload them :\ and i'm wayy too lazy to deal with blogger right now. Rest of the pictures are in an album on Fb. Check em outtt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The other day, Tuesday I think? We had a MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Driving) assembly. It was &lt;em&gt;soo sad&lt;/em&gt; I teared up. The stories are so friggen scary, but then i guess thats the point right? Then there was a video with Robb Nash on it, he's a member of the band &lt;strong&gt;Live On Arrival&lt;/strong&gt;.. They have pretty good songs, and im quite sure theyre a Canadian band. But anyhoo, after his video-message was showed, Hignell introduced him. Everyone was like WOOO. A celebrity..! .. That no one knew.. WHOOHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played a song that he wrote and we ( me, ania, tahu and micah) managed to get a picture with him.. .. With me messing it up by looking at the wrong camera and looking like hulk. Yep yep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305507166509372098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaDyqH0UksI/AAAAAAAAARg/g53mFwFVg48/s320/rob+nash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He looked wayyyy better in the video than he did that day. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I got his autograph too. WOOOO~&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, the fitness testing was last weds. I cried. BOOO.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why i did.. makes me feel so weak and like a sore loser. I wish jessica and jairah werent in there, to see my pathetic self break down. ugh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a major fail, cant do good in that shit. Red bull didnt give me wings, it made me sick to my stomach. Fuck that shit, im never drinking it agian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm just gna post all the pictures in one post, instead of me posting them later..&lt;br /&gt;all of them are on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures i took with ti's webcam.. heee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1478747&amp;amp;id=509783892"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1478747&amp;amp;id=509783892"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305513771956959794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaD4qnBv-jI/AAAAAAAAASI/fPMA2PCzqUc/s320/WEBCAM+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Haha mummy. So sexy ~ &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305513772585743970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaD4qpXqdmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nhpIEH3JF70/s320/WEBCAM+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;WOO~. My sexy third eye says hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305513772608457410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaD4qpdFCsI/AAAAAAAAASY/hpcBdXlG0cs/s320/WEBCAM+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So red.. and so.. pink.  &lt;3 align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305513775224111154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaD4qzMswDI/AAAAAAAAASg/oyqyB2S4DN8/s320/WEBCAM+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think this was after swimming..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305513957535183074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaD41aXC8OI/AAAAAAAAASo/Cvo0MmZp0BY/s320/WEBCAM+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was camwhoring.. okay? :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305513956657167522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaD41XFtfKI/AAAAAAAAASw/wY0V48eXJfg/s320/WEBCAM+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305513960073711922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SaD41j0R0TI/AAAAAAAAAS4/F2knST0JI8Y/s320/WEBCAM+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey creeper, beside me. How you doin? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay lah, thats it. I still have my french portfolio to &lt;em&gt;start..&lt;br /&gt;Yh, i'm screwed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Till whenever,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;byebye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-8139235802632984839?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8139235802632984839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=8139235802632984839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8139235802632984839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Wednesday was just here.. now its 11:59 pm, Friday night. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was feeling really sad on weds.. Iunno why. But I went to school anyway..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of weird. I went to shcool when there wasnt any need to. Weird? Yeah, i am. At least I did a little bit of my boxers.. and messed up too. I was so frustrated/sad that I wasnt really paying attention to what i was doing and ended up sewing the two bits together..&lt;br /&gt;Had to undo it.. and the ended up sewing not straight.. and undid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i was forced to leave with steph. I didnt wanna leave &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then.. we walked around.. went to t&amp;amp;t and got food and then walked home. From there, mummy and I did things.. I was happy after, mummy made me happy by buying me things (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ily mummy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ..went to the mall, I'm finally getting new glasses!&lt;br /&gt;I've chosen the ones I one.. they're pretty. I like em (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My appointments tomorrow.. Hopefully my eyesight hasn't gotten worse by a lot. ;o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a couple of things too.. mostly for p.e. next week, and swimming.&lt;br /&gt;I got a swim cap; it makes me look like an egghead/potato head. So i'm not sure if im gonna wear it or not.&lt;br /&gt;Tahiyat got the same one, so yenno.. I mgih tjust wear it now, we both shall look like idiots at the pool (: HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I went to metro with tai. heee :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY got to go out.. and we did.  I was late.. as usual. We were supposed to meet up with Nina, priscilla, diana and their other friends there.. but i was rushing this morning, so I forgot to bring nina's phone number along. I'm so smart -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never got to meet up wtih them.. but we saw sharon and ppl. We took pictures  today! Hahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent like.. $16 on pictures, and we only got to decorate 2 of them. HAHAHA. It was all in japanese.. I had no idea what was going on, so we randomly pressed buttons.. Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297365088020200162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SYQFexz_-uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/99GTOUEksME/s320/lahs3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The first picture we took..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297365090090694178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SYQFe5hpNiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FMSzl169rcI/s320/vgg2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A whole bunch we took after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Before we got to take more, we were in this other booth, waiting and so we took pictures with my camera.. but since my camera sucks, we only took 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297365093402321538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SYQFfF3MooI/AAAAAAAAAQY/SBEUIz3CdfM/s320/100_5242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297365096262213250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SYQFfQhDHoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/0IhM3j5NdEQ/s320/100_5243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We walked around.. looked at things.. I was supposed to get a swim suit..&lt;br /&gt;but didnt get around to. When we finally saw some, it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of the time talking in th efood court. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spent like an hour and a half in the food court.. eating was like 30 minutes. talking was 1hour.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun tho, i really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even notice people coming, eating and leaving. So into our conversation. I didnt even realize the time until i was flipping through Oink and realized.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, we tried searching for Crystal Mall. Nooo idea where it was. Asked this lady, she said we were in the wrong direction and we went the othe rway.. Went the othe rway, couldnt find it. So whatever, we'll go another time to look fo rit. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its uspposed to be like Low Yat (sp?) apparently.. I WANNA GO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So.. theres still a couple of things I need to do before the new term starts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;clear out my binders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;add in new paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read roadsense book by sunday night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;re-read it by weds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read WA before school starts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prepare for swimming and p.e.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;freakout about the new term&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm pretty sure thats it. yupyup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently listening to Love Story by Taylor Swift. Ew? Iunno. I think she looks pretty there.. except her weird cat eyes. Haa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tai's new name is fruitloops. And the stupid lady from the optometrist left a message on the answering machine pronouncing my name as '&lt;em&gt;Blendapal'. &lt;strong&gt;-.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and yamuna, I get the total opposite.. ppl sometimes think my sis and i are twins. &lt;strong&gt;TWINS!&lt;/strong&gt; crazy.. we look nothing alike. psh.&lt;br /&gt;Sometiems I look like mum or dad.. It's all in their minds i tell you! but you do look like your dad.  (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'm out. Still a shizz load of things to do.. and my head hurts. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nightnight bb's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;YELLOW PORSCHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRUITLOOPS AND I ARE GOING FOR THE &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NEW MOON AUDITION CALL&lt;/span&gt; IN VANCOUVER NEXT WEEK. HELL YUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-7283760993214523703?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7283760993214523703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=7283760993214523703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7283760993214523703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7283760993214523703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/01/fruitloops.html' title='Fruitloops.'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SYQFexz_-uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/99GTOUEksME/s72-c/lahs3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-1066490000840163052</id><published>2009-01-27T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:12:26.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE LIKE A.. FROG?</title><content type='html'>I BOMBED THE ENGLISH PROVINCIALS, YO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my self *tear tear* &lt;/3. &lt;strong&gt;People can enrich their lives through the connection with nature.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; idea what to write about.. like seriously. I always so descriptive essays.. bt this time iwas friggenn blank,- clueless. Halfway through it I was like DAMN. Shoulda just done a narrative essay ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohw ell. I just ranted and ranted about things i dont even know if its true. Sucks to be me. Why couldnt we get a prompt.. like a single word? Like last time.. the prompt was &lt;strong&gt;Change&lt;/strong&gt; and then we were given the definition and a quote from Leo Tolstoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owned in that essay. This one.. I'm prolly gonna fail it. I know it.&lt;br /&gt;Its the snow I tell you! THE FRIGGEN SNOW. ITS CURSED.&lt;br /&gt;Must snow today only lah right. Stupid poopers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to music on my ipod.. because I'm not allowed to have songs on the laptop. Why? I don;t know.. so i'm being all cool and listening to oink. DONT HATE, kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homg. I was supposed to study on sunday for socials and math.. and i was eating breakfast.. i was forced to, by mummy.. bt whatever.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, jodhaa akbar was starting. I was all like"HOMG."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to watch that movie foreverrrrrrr. I finally did. HOMG. I LOVE IT. like &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;It's so awesome. :I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. yenno.. Im gna like.. get the dvd.. and like.. keep it with me forever. and watch it over and over and over and over again. Its such an awesome movie! I love the acting, horseman did a pretty good job.. *sigh* The songs are really good. I looovee khwaja meri khwaja and jashn-e-baharaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* If only movies were real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay so I ditched planning today. and my teacher being a fag, marked me absent.. I was there, she saw me. Ugh, whatever. They were watching wall-e. Please lah, i'm not gonna stay in class and what &lt;em&gt;that.&lt;/em&gt; And then that stupid automated voice message thing called home and said i was absent for a class or more. and Papa's all suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the friggen sewing lab. With steph and vicki. I was sewing my boxers with duni. My boxers are almost done :D I stayed back till 4:30 with em'. I'm doing the casing now.. and then I haave the bottom bits to stitch and I'm DONEEE. They're so easy to make! And they are ready for SUMMMAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets so warm in summer. When its like, 19 degrees celcius can die already lah. How ah? Going back to msia is going to be something dreadful experience. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might make another pair.. Since I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; have all the materials.. I just need more cloth. Heee. :D Oh, I might make an iPod case for oink. I found some scrap.. I think i mentioned that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm multitasking right now. That's why its takin gme forever to finish this blog entry. I'm replying to my cousin's annoying fb messages, reading someone elses blog, listening to my ipod, youtubing AND listening to my sister. WAHH. So cun okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I'm gna be free from school from weds till sunday. Then on monday, new term.. new classes.. Swimming class.. aerobics, pilates.. kickboxing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science. *Screams*&lt;br /&gt;DUM DUM DUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, if I survived (sort of..) math, I can do science too right? right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this earlier.. on fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white.&lt;br /&gt;1. favorite white animal: spirit bear (HAHA, from the english provs. )&lt;br /&gt;2. closest white object: paper&lt;br /&gt;3: favorite person who has white hair: uhh.. i have no idea.. I dont think I know anyone with white hair.. or maybe I do and I just dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;4. ever used teeth whitening products? t-t-t-toothpaste, yo.&lt;br /&gt;5. favorite white person: Ania stojek (;, naww, lotsa ppl.&lt;br /&gt;6. white people with dreadlocks? Well, used to be polina.. but not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;7. favorite dwarf from snow white: that short one. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;8. favorite snow memory: attacking steph in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;9. how many white shirts do you own? like.. 3?&lt;br /&gt;10. are you white? nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow.&lt;br /&gt;1. favorite simpsons character: none.&lt;br /&gt;2. ever tried mellow yellow soda? nope.&lt;br /&gt;3. worst sunburn: my sunburn is where i get darkER and DOESNT hurt but my already-low self esteem.. unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;4. favorite asian person: asian? i'm asian, yo. sea. my sis. JAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;5. what brand of highlighter do you use? uhh.. sharpie. those tiny&lt;br /&gt;6. how many times a day do you urinate? gee, i dont know. I'LL HAVE TO KEEP TRACK NEXT TIME. ;\&lt;br /&gt;7. you have a gold medal, what is it for? getting firstt place in classs.&lt;br /&gt;8. have you seen the movie Marley and Me? No. But marley looks cute.&lt;br /&gt;9. have you ever watched a solar eclipse? Well.. I've watched it on the cmputer.. Tried watching it outside, didnt work ):&lt;br /&gt;10. do you have blonde hair? nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orange.&lt;br /&gt;1. are you a vitamin c junkie? i eat oranges..&lt;br /&gt;2. where you live, do people sell oranges on the side of the road? haha nope. not asia, lah.&lt;br /&gt;3. what's your favorite brand of orange juice? tropicana ftw.&lt;br /&gt;4. orange you glad I didn't say banana? ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;5. give me a word that rhymes with orange: there isnt anything that rhymes with it..&lt;br /&gt;6. what do you associate the color orange with? the fruit orange&lt;br /&gt;7. do you like salmon roe? nope.&lt;br /&gt;8. do you watch the "OC"? Nahh&lt;br /&gt;9. have you ever ran over a traffic cone before?with my bike.. haha&lt;br /&gt;10. were you aware that there is no word in the english language that rhymes with orange? i just said that ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;br /&gt;1. who are you giving chocolate to on valentine's day this year? my lovers.&lt;br /&gt;2. what was the last thing that made you blush? i dont blush ):&lt;br /&gt;3. how do you like your meat cooked? i hate it when its all pink and gross inside. ITS NOT COOKED.&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever participated in a breast cancer walk? I dont think I'm old enough to participate in one.. or maybe i am..&lt;br /&gt;5. favorite pink item: my pink tanktop oh and my backpack, and my pencil and my pen..&lt;br /&gt;6. as a child, was your favorite color pink? Yes, it was. But then I was forced to like orange or yellow because my sister said she liked pink, so i couldnt like it too. ): she broke my dreams. &lt;/3 to remember all was say?&lt;em&gt;I TOLD YOU THEY WERE COMING FOR ME. I'M HAVING SO MUCH FUN AWAY FROM YOU YAHOOS. THESE ALIEMS ARE WAYY BETTER. you gotta deal with my sister. HA HA.&lt;/em&gt; -- jajajajajajajaa&lt;br /&gt;9. what do you think of Panic at the Disco? They have pretty okay songs.&lt;br /&gt;10. is global warming real? yeah, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue.1. what's the weather like right now? rain, hujan, baarish.. hujan.. hujan..&lt;br /&gt;2. you're somewhere over the rainbow, what do you see? :D spunk.. :D&lt;br /&gt;3. favorite beach memory: where me and ti ran around picking up pretty sea-shells from the sea shore.&lt;br /&gt;4. have you seen the movie "Big Fat Liar" with Frankie Muniz? yes suh. Frankie sounds like such a mafia name.. haha&lt;br /&gt;5. Dora the Explorer is Real and you have to hang out with her for a day. what do you do? I'D KILL HER AND CHOP HER UP TO TINY PIECES AND FREEZE HER FOR HER MUM TO FIND HER. AND FOR HER GRAMMA TO MAKE SOUP OUT OF HER FOR THAT WHATS-HIS-FACE- FUGLY COUSIN OF HERS.&lt;br /&gt;6. ever heard of George Rodrigue?heard of him, no idea who he is.&lt;br /&gt;7. Joe Vs. Steve, who wins (blue's clues)? STEVE FTW.&lt;br /&gt;8. how do you obtain your drinking water? in a sippy cup.&lt;br /&gt;9. what's your favorite documentary? planet earth. sooo cool!&lt;br /&gt;10. During health class, were you subjected to the movie "the miracle of life"? We didnt get to watch that last year. how fortunate of us. I dont need to see peoples hoo-hah's, thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gray.&lt;br /&gt;1. do you support governor Arnold Schwarzenegger? I AM ZEE TERMINATORRRR. uhh, i dont know his.. uhh.. platform? So i cant support him.&lt;br /&gt;2. how old do you want to be when you die? Old enough that i have lived a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;3. what kind of computer do you have? xp, yo.&lt;br /&gt;4. are you into robots? FREAKAZOID-ROBOTS. PLEASE REPORT TO DA DANCE FLOOR-- nahh.&lt;br /&gt;5. do you have rainboots? yeah, they're pink!:D&lt;br /&gt;6. closest gray item: printer.&lt;br /&gt;. you open your fridge and find me inside, what do you do? "OMAGAWWWD.YOU'RE SQUASHING MY CHEESE. GTFO."&lt;br /&gt;8. how good is your memory? i'd say its pretty okay. but dont depend on me to remember useful things..&lt;br /&gt;9. mechanical pencils or wooden pencils? mechanical ftw. pilot ftw x 2&lt;br /&gt;10. the skies are gray, who clears them up for you? no one. i am BANANA ALMIGHTY. I do it myself. kthxbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black.&lt;br /&gt;1. are you part of any student unions at your school? unions you say?&lt;br /&gt;2. describe your sleeping habits: not enough of sleep.. ever. I never sleep when I'm anxious. -- finals.&lt;br /&gt;3. do you wear black for the slimming effects? sometimes. I need it.&lt;br /&gt;4. favorite civil rights leader: HAHAHAHAH. none.&lt;br /&gt;5. what did you do this past monday, january 19th? i went to school.. and died.&lt;br /&gt;6. where do you think our country is headed? no where.&lt;br /&gt;7. what's your favorite constellation? none of them are my favourite. they all suck.&lt;br /&gt;8. have you ever used those biore strips? yeah, they dont work and they hurt &lt;/3 &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt; answers. jajajajajajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned in one of my answers that i dont eat chocolates.. ppl go like "WHAT?! YOU DONT EAT CHOCOLATE? WHY?! :O"&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i just dont. Okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG .. (MUAHAHHAHAHHAA)   :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamuna&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;br /&gt;Shira&lt;br /&gt;Tai&lt;br /&gt;Jagdesh&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;br /&gt;Ania&lt;br /&gt;Sanduni&lt;br /&gt;Who ever else creeps my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; to do it. No exceptions. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to read fanfics on oink.. and sleep. My back hurts. &lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, and good luck to Tai and Ania for your science provincials! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-1066490000840163052?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1066490000840163052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=1066490000840163052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1066490000840163052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1066490000840163052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/01/free-like-frog.html' title='FREE LIKE A.. FROG?'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-4742244028127092847</id><published>2009-01-26T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:06:15.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying..</title><content type='html'>Well, socials studies and &lt;strong&gt;MATH&lt;/strong&gt; is out of the way! HOMG. I'm so so so soooooooo happy that I won't have math for another year. Today. was. the. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;last. day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to school early, thought I'd go over my notes.. saw ania and aman.. talked for a while, went up when the bell rang.. saw duni there. I was all damned! Shoulda gone up and studied with her ):&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, she was making a cheatsheet. heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got like 15 minutes to review.. nothing went through my brain.. as per usual.&lt;br /&gt;And then we started. Did the test.. did the map..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I bombed it. ):&lt;br /&gt;The results will tell all on friday. I dont want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i went for math after lucnh. I was sooo friggen scared. Nothing seemed to go through my brain.. I couldn't study.. although i'm not too sure how one 'studies' for math.&lt;br /&gt;I was in class, everyone reviewing their notes and stuff.. me.. flipping through my binder. 2 seconds later, i take Oink out of my bag.. i start playing tap tap revenge. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;pure genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN IT STARTED. DUM DUM DUM.&lt;br /&gt; Mr deol said we needed at least 30% on the finals to pass everything.. and everyone was depending on &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; 30%. Not like they needed it, everyone was so afraid on failing. 30% of&lt;br /&gt;50 questions is 15. So we needed to get 15 of out 50 questions right to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty sure I was gna fail.. there were like a whole bunch id idnt know.. or didnt really bother to think. Iuno wahts wrong with meh. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, i &lt;strong&gt;didn't fail&lt;/strong&gt;  and my mark went up by 1%!&lt;br /&gt;So, whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever lah. Now i have English provincials tomorrow.. which I am not studying for. Why? I also dont know why.. sstupid stomach cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hurt sooooo bad )':  I WANT MY MUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;mummmmyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt;  day of school, for semester 1.&lt;br /&gt;It's also the last day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Next week is the beginning of a new term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew, I just realized that Harick is gna be sitting somewehre near me tomorrow. FUDGE.&lt;br /&gt;AND IN P.E. TOO. FUDGE FUDGE FUDGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. why can't he just bugger off? so goddamn annoying and irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now im off to drag my miserable, in-pain self to go study, so hopefully, i wont fail tomorrows provs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; to my dear friends and everyone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;May the year of the Ox bring you peace, prosperity and happiness  (:&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/4737259685552411686-4742244028127092847?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/4742244028127092847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=4742244028127092847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4742244028127092847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/4742244028127092847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/01/dying.html' title='Dying..'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-6684501732269368590</id><published>2009-01-24T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:08:40.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking</title><content type='html'>So.. Did anyone watch Obama's inauguration? No one seems to be talking about it! Was I the only one super uberly excited about it? I really wish I was in Washington D.C. when it happened. &lt;strong&gt;History in the making, yo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was contemplating on whether i should ask Deol (math teacher) to switch on the tv during class.. I didnt want to miss it. I was outside of the class at my locker.. getting my math textbook, and i heard the tv switch on *grins to self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like I did anything useful witht he textbook.. it was just being a loner on the side of the table.. I was watching tv :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of the Obama clan, my mummy is too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294783449062928322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SXrZfnQDb8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/aUhbhqswy0k/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So anyway, today was the last day of classes.. not officially. ):&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yay! In a way.. sort of..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was the last day of in-class 'studying' and 'working'.. but we didntreally do anything productive in any of my classes. I'm gonna miss it.. all.. A LOT. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm totally gonna miss Socials SO much! Everyone was there.. Sanduni, Ania, Steph.. only tai was missing, but still, it was totally fun. And I actually got along witht he ppl there.. Sung Min (..is a cow), Clement, Kameron, Jazzy, Parambir, Shelissa, Blerta, Sarah(s), BOOO. I'm gonna miss em a lot ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Math.. I guess I'm gonna miss it too.. in a way. Math was my time of the day to not talk to anyone and just do my own thing.. Sure, I talked to Danielle, Trevor and Chloe and Deniel once in a while.. But I liked minding my own business and not talking to anyone.. Messing around with Oink, doing my own thing. I really really liked that ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;English.. I'm TOTALLY going to miss this class. Sure, I didn't really like where i was sitting, but i got used to it. (: Sanduni there, everything was cool. I got used to Harick being a bitch, and Tim being tim. Zander was cool too 8)&lt;br /&gt;It seems anything I did -- trying to be &lt;strong&gt;away&lt;/strong&gt; from them, always backfired and i always end up working with one of them. It was fun away, so I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;Like today, they were all being goofs.. I ran away and sat with Duni/.. and we ended up throwing eraser bits at Tim. hahaa &lt;3&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Now, Planning.. I won't say that this class was like HOMGSH MY MOST FAVOURITE CLASS EVERRRRR. But it was fine, ooooberly easy. I wish we could have this class till grad. its soo friggen easy. No doubt i didnt like th eppl in it.. except for a few, but whatever. It's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I actually liked/didn't mind going to school for the first half of the school year (currently). Yeah, it was a drag sometimes, doing homework, waking up early and stuff, but I really, honestly didn't mind. I'm going to miss my teachers, well, not for Oke.. I didnt really like her. i was pretty sure she hated me.. bt whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;These are my classes for next semester:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A FRENCH 10 - LANG&lt;br /&gt;B P.E. 10 - MARELLO&lt;br /&gt;C SCIENCE !10 - NORISUE&lt;br /&gt;D COMPUTERS 10 - BEATON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUMDUMDUM.&lt;br /&gt;Science. *shrieks*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;haha. I'm scared. Whatever, I'll get through it. Just gotta sit far away from Steph.. she doesnt shut up sometimes. LOL&lt;br /&gt;sorry steph, ilu (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I shouldn't really be blogging.. My finals are in 2 days (monday &amp;amp; tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;Socials and math finals.. none which I have studied for.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do it tomorrow/today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;English Provincials.. I hope i do good.. I dont really know whats there to study for English.. hmm.. I brought my binder home anyway, I'll figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I do well *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some cross-examiner essay thing before.. and they marked it (some other teacher marked it) based on the Provincial marking rubric. I got a 6/6! I was (still am, actually) happy abt it.. I think I was the only one.. heeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, hopefully I'll do good again. I'm keeping that essay for my 'school artifact' for grad transitions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh yeah, the computer's dead. Like &lt;strong&gt;dead.&lt;/strong&gt; So, I cant use it.. stupid mofo-ing virus. Its gotta be reformatted.. or we're gonna get a new one :D heeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oink was running out of battery.. and i was all like "OH SHIZZ" :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But, I asked Trevor how I would charge it and he told me, so I adjusted iTunes and I charged it. (: It has battery now! ... But I used it all in planning. They were talking about the trades. OH. MY. CHICKEN. So bloody boring! I just played games on my touch.. pretending to be listening to her.. but not really. So yeah. I need to re-charge my bb. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;In case anyone's wondering, Oink is my bb iTouch. okay? okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;One thing i had to add in.. I was watching tv earlier, and I fell asleep. So i get up, and I thought I was gonna die of a heat stroke.. LOL. Bu tyeah, so i opened the door wide wide and sat. The temperature was -1. Pretty warm, if you ask me. HAHAHHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Didn't feel like it at all, okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Me and sanduni were at the sewing class after school today. Steph had to finish up her pocket things.. So we hung around and decided to make boxers! Heee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in grade 8, I made pajama pants, and she made boxers. So now I wanna make boxers, for the summer. It gets so friggen warm, its not even funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We got the pattern, now i just need the cloth and someone's sewing machine, and I'm set. haha&lt;br /&gt;Steph's making me a new iPod case &lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;pretty. it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot pink. (okay, i know this isnt hot pink.. but the closest to it, so shadap.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;After my provincials and finals, imma read the driving book and take my knowledge test. For sure fail one.. but whatever.. ppl say its easy. Knowing me, forsure I'll fail it.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try anyway, and then I can drive around.. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It is.. 2:08 am. I should go bugger off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-6684501732269368590?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6684501732269368590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=6684501732269368590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6684501732269368590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/6684501732269368590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/01/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful Thinking'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SXrZfnQDb8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/aUhbhqswy0k/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-1408113518864961043</id><published>2009-01-18T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:49:40.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH</title><content type='html'>Oh my god. Can die adi.&lt;br /&gt;SOOO MUCH homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have that stupid Juliet Character Box to complete, with the significance of the items.&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to finish the math test paper ( no idea whats going on there.. i have to review everything again)&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to do my book report 8 of them!&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, my portfolio title page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;I need a break ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does term endings always have to be so difficult? Or even &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; difficult in grade 10? ):&lt;br /&gt;BOOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-1408113518864961043?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1408113518864961043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=1408113518864961043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1408113518864961043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1408113518864961043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahhhh.html' title='AHHHH'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-1033307532250795769</id><published>2009-01-13T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:27:55.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASDFGHJKL</title><content type='html'>Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know what to blog about..&lt;br /&gt;School has been crud lately.. Iunno why, I keep on planning to walk to school and end up waking up late -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Even with a car ride, I'm still late to school. BAHAHA. I fail, i fail (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in english we're doing Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet now..&lt;br /&gt;I got to play a couple of roles.. heee :D&lt;br /&gt;I was.. Sampson, the narrator and benvolio/mercutio (i dont really remember) and the nurse..&lt;br /&gt;OH wait. The nurse's assistant too... psh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to be a nurse in my formal clothing.. Formal clothing makes me look like a guy.. I'd rather wear a pencil skirt.&lt;br /&gt;The grad transitions went pretty well. I didn't really get a chance to question that 12 grader.. He just kept on talking and talking and talking and&lt;strong&gt; talking.&lt;/strong&gt; I just sat there going '&lt;em&gt;oh yeah' &lt;/em&gt;and '&lt;em&gt;uhuh, that makes sense'. &lt;/em&gt;His mum looked pretty scary, I just said hi :S&lt;br /&gt;He was so serious &gt;:l&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. I hope I do well for my grad presentation :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanduni isn't feeling very well.. She got admitted into hospital yesterday.. I hope she feels better soon ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMG. That show &lt;strong&gt;Howie Do It&lt;/strong&gt; is such an awesome show! I watched the pilot episode and laughed so hard, i fell off my dinosour. :D&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick Jungle is teh ♥ as per usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays GG was nice, but nothing as compared to that other episode where bb chuck cried &lt;3 I liked todays 90210 a lot.. Annie is a skinny bitch and I hate her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh gawd, finals/provincials are in 2 weeks.. I'm gonna fail.. here I am, blogging. I should study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm out. My hair has been pretty shitty lately and yet ppl complement on it.. I'm like.. uhh.. thanks? haha ( I dont take compliments very well..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY STEPHY!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-1033307532250795769?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1033307532250795769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=1033307532250795769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1033307532250795769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1033307532250795769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/01/asdfghjkl.html' title='ASDFGHJKL'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-7597301619198821826</id><published>2009-01-10T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:52:13.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just realized I still have that blueblack(sp?) from ice skating with me friends on the 31st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell deliberately onto the ice.. because the whole time I'd been there, i didnt fall.. So yenno, I thought I'd try falling..&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, I know it was extremely &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; of me to do so.. But I did fall, and my knee hurt like a bitch. So i had to sit down for a while.. and then the days after that, it hurt soo bad. I was like wtf. I didnt fall &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; hard onto the ice.. But apparently i did.. I got this huuuugee bruise on my knee. It was green, blue, black, purple-ish and pink. 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still there actually.. but less. When i first saw it, there was like huuuugeee bump on it too.. HAHA :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid weather forecasters cant do shit. I mean seriously! They said that there will be &lt;strong&gt;no more&lt;/strong&gt; snow. Just rain.. a lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;But NOOOO. It's snowing like no bodys business now. and the snow flakes are HUUUUGGEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope it doesnt stick.. I've had just about enough of this snow! *shudders*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And plus, I have to walk to school on monday.. I dont wanna fall flat on my face into that ugly snow.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like i've done before.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I was at T&amp;amp;T with mummy right, and this guy kept on staring at me. Not like I didnt know him or anything, from my school lah. And I knew exactly who he was.. Sanduni's loverboy. He's seen me before, I've seen him before, we're all good. But still, whats up with the staring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm like, huh, what ever.. I'm prolly just imagining shizz, cuz I wasnt sure if I saw him or not. And then we went to that cute little malaysian-ish bakery (which is owned by some taiwanese ppl) to buy some pastries.. and I saw this chick with really really &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; nice hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair was in a pony tail, but it was such a nice color! That natural brunette color I wished I had, and it was all soft and shiny looking. *Soenvious*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was all *le sigh*&lt;em&gt; I wish I had that kinda hair..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Turns out, was that guys' sister. Now, THEY BOTH STARE AT ME. I'm like WTF. Do I have like something on my face? In my hair? Well, i know.. I had pretty bad ahir from the snow.. And i was really hobo-like dressed. Hoodie, jeans and rain boots! So &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lah. I look like a hobo all the time anyways..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMG. ANIA'S COMING BACK TODAY! (or shes already back..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YAY! I've missed ania soo much! &lt;3&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289813725283753154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SWkxjneGHMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VnfERhPn02s/s320/aniaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so cute lah! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, and I found some pictures..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This one is from last january, when shira mailed that tshirt to me, for my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soo sweet of her to do it! I loove that tshirt.. I still wear it around :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289813735513741410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SWkxkNlHWGI/AAAAAAAAAPo/HzjGX0Dj7CE/s320/100_3729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Had short hair then.. well, &lt;em&gt;shorter&lt;/em&gt; at least. &lt;div align="center"&gt;The shirt says &lt;strong&gt;Stupid Damdam U Berak Keluar Ketam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289813747472194786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SWkxk6IO3OI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uUcgABPn3pM/s320/100_5209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Steph and Tai &lt;3 You can tell theres SO much snow.. See, it even made the picture brighter! Steph's wearing my jacket. I think it looks better on her than it does on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289813752667289618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SWkxlNe1uBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/dhtZVgU6a1M/s320/lalala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some random picture I took, but this was before I cut my hair. Now my hair is layered (:&lt;br /&gt;Stupid bags under my eyes.. ;O It makes me look like i;ve been punched in the eye(s). -.-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, im out. Have to pick ti up now. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laters!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&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/4737259685552411686-7597301619198821826?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7597301619198821826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=7597301619198821826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7597301619198821826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7597301619198821826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/01/booger.html' title='Booger'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SWkxjneGHMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VnfERhPn02s/s72-c/aniaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-2956757383896602576</id><published>2009-01-09T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:46:33.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year older, nothing greater..</title><content type='html'>Well, so yenno. Yesterday (or day before last..) was my birthday! Whoo hoo -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I'm officially 16 now. BOO. I'm getting old, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who wished me ! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. I shall read my driving book.. which i was supposed to during the winter break but nvr got around to doing so. I'll prolly do it after the provincials and final exams. Then I'd be a little free, yenno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was 16 and all.. I asked mummy if I could ge tmy nose pierced! TA-DA! and shes like no.&lt;br /&gt;im like ASDFGHKKL&lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;. and then she slike Okay fine. But it's painful.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like noo shizz, mother. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;haha so yeah, I dont see myself getting it anytime soon. Prolly after I get a job. Which will hopefully be soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the stuff I got also. I love my gifts! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, was a normal day lah. I dont get whats so great abt having a sweet 16..&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I dont get why ppl in Malaysia have it at all.. Its a western thing to do, and I guess they have a reason. When you turn 16, ppl either move out, or they can start driving..&lt;br /&gt;But in malaysia.. It's just a way of copying that stupid show with snobby bitches on it 'Sweet 16'.&lt;br /&gt;In Msia, when you're 16.. you really cant do nothing.. So i honestly dont see the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see a point of having a 'sweet 16' for myself either.. I mean, yeah I'm gonna be able to start driving soon and shizz, but its not like I'm going to be independent from now on or anything.. That idea just pisses me off.. Just shows how much malaysia has changed into a country of copy-caters simply jacking things frmo whatever is shown on tv -- which is basically everything from the States. GAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, have I mentioned that I love my &lt;strong&gt;Oink&lt;/strong&gt; ? I dropped it this morning.. I was rushing for school and it slipped out of its case.. bahaha. Thank god the floor is carpeted. PSH, ew carpeted floor. &lt;br /&gt;^^ that deserves a BOO right dere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get why the stupid city of surrey needs to make things so difficult just to friggen &lt;strong&gt;VOLUNTEER&lt;/strong&gt;! I mean, I'm friggen helping out the stupid city, and I need to have a &lt;strong&gt;criminal record check&lt;/strong&gt;  done?! seriously, what the fuck. And not like I can do it at any rcmp location. NOOOO. Must do at the one by the city hall. Fuck you all and your stupid petty rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Kay I'm pretty pissed off. So much for having a cheerie mood for post-birthday-.. birthdayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, when it was around 11:58 pm on the 7th, I was singing the Paddlepop song..&lt;br /&gt;Iunno where that came from, but it suddently just popped into my brain. Stupid paddle pop. It was friggen gross. Nasty shizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PADDLE POP YEAH! PADDLE POP YAY! SUPER DUPER YUMMY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; psh. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity is starting to surface through this post. I shall keep it all tucked in nicely in my demented little brain.. &lt;-- whatever I have left, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMG. The most amazing thing was completed by me tonight! I did my math homework on a friday night! &lt;strong&gt;ON A FRIGGEN FRIDAY NIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt; I actually&lt;em&gt;  did&lt;/em&gt; homework..&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself! I actually completed an assignment on a friday..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;thankyouforthisaward* *tear*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Yeah, I'm going nuts.. (If not, already am..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-2956757383896602576?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2956757383896602576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=2956757383896602576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2956757383896602576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2956757383896602576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-older-nothing-greater.html' title='A year older, nothing greater..'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-7896049312025815155</id><published>2009-01-05T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:25:04.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Soup</title><content type='html'>FUDGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so theres school tomorrow. I'm rpetty sure of that. Fuck the stupid district.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why the hell cant they just shut down the friggen schools? Its friggen snow! We can friggen  slip and die.. Okay, maybe thats a little bit.. but seriously . We could get hurt. ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank lord for a snowday today.. I mean, I'm soo not ready for school. I tried sleeping early last night and ended up with 2 am. GAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called in today to ask,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hi&lt;br /&gt;Mrs T : There &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; school today.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So there is school?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs T: YES. THERE IS.&lt;br /&gt;Me: UGH. okay thanks, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 seconds later.. I get an sms from Tai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Schools closd!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : *calls her* SCHOOLS OPEN!&lt;br /&gt;tai: no it isnt! I called ruth and she said there sint anyone there&lt;br /&gt;me: well, i called and mrs t said there was!&lt;br /&gt;tai: I did too, and she said there isnt..&lt;br /&gt;me: thats odd.. I'll call again and i'll call you back. kthxbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: pa, call the shcool and ask pleaaseee. mrs t will prolly hate me after this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*papa calls*&lt;br /&gt;papa: so there isnt any schoool? its closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *well no shit, she just said it..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa: okay thanks. Yeah, so there sint any school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *hoopla.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hey so there snt any shcool.. thats weird. she told me there was! is wear!&lt;br /&gt;tai: *sounding all sleepy* well there isnt..&lt;br /&gt;me: yeeuh. Im gonna watch tv for a while now.. laters!&lt;br /&gt;tai: me too, byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so thats how my morning went. I was soo glad there wasnt any school!&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the treacherous snow.. porlly dying halfway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll have to face it tomorrow. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;JH was the only school closed, and mentioned on the websites..&lt;br /&gt;I bet its cause they didnt shovel the snow on the road there.&lt;br /&gt;Lame ducks i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently the district '&lt;em&gt;loses'&lt;/em&gt; money if they shut down the shcools..&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how..   ..go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now i have to go die and do somethigns before i jump into bed.. and read.. till.. 3 am. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall call  mrs t again..  hheeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitenite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-7896049312025815155?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7896049312025815155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=7896049312025815155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7896049312025815155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/7896049312025815155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/01/chicken-soup.html' title='Chicken Soup'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-3836347176088422707</id><published>2009-01-03T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:48:26.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoopla!</title><content type='html'>I'm actually feeling wayy better today :D&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was home, including Ti. Whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this lady's house.. and im like NOO DONT LEAVE ME ALONE IN THIS CAR! THERES NO INTERNET! *dies*&lt;br /&gt;Finally, oink managed to find some networks near by and there was an unsecured one.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i was like TAKE ALL THE TIME YOU WANT. I HAVE INTERNET CONNECTION NOW. &lt;em&gt;now bugger off..&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so i managed to read another chpater of my favourite fanfiction. And then the internetc onnection disappeared, and we were leaving anyway, so w/e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally did like 5 things on my &lt;strong&gt;Things to do during the holidays list&lt;/strong&gt; and i feel so proud of myself *gloats*&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm gonna do the other 5 or 6 tomorrow. AND HOMG. TOmorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TITANIC AT 8pm on WNetwork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loooove titanic. Titanic has got to be my favourite-&lt;strong&gt;est&lt;/strong&gt; movie ever!&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad, I cry everytime i watch it. And no, I don't tear up, I actually go all BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;haha. It's such a sad movie, okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, I was in this titanic craze, so i pandai pandai go and youtube Titanic lah right. And then there was this video with kate and leonardo.. It said Titanic 2. Or something like that. *searches right now*&lt;br /&gt;And it showed that Rose was all old and was gonna die.. and that on the news they show that they've found a body of a passenger of the Titanic.. and that his body was frozen in an iceblock..&lt;br /&gt;They unfreeze it, and he;s all young and lost, cuz yenno, he was alive during the 1900's..&lt;br /&gt;And then he's all '&lt;strong&gt;Homg Rose. WTF are you my lovely?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so yeah, it's all about him looking for her.. and her dying. And then the police force ppl run around in circles chasing him, and he;s running away from them, and he's all heart broken without rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping this was true, but nah. It was just fanmade. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vD4OnHCRd_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vD4OnHCRd_4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Booo. Poor Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked out today, and gosh. I sweated soo much!  I was pretty surprised myself. ;o&lt;br /&gt;Saw this documentary on NGeographic about obese ppl and i was all HOMG THATS ME. *runs to treadmill 3 hours later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to keep this up! It makes me feel better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 12:47 am. So much for getting my time management right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to read, and then hopefully get some sleep. (Which will prolly end up being 3 am. but w/e)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-3836347176088422707?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/3836347176088422707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=3836347176088422707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3836347176088422707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3836347176088422707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoopla.html' title='Hoopla!'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-8008044225189866871</id><published>2008-12-31T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:52:30.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kay so..</title><content type='html'>The year is going to end in 26 minutes. Well, now its 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, its so much fun! I'm just sitting on my couch, with the tv switched on to Dick Clark's New Year celebration. The ball drop in new york.. It used to be live. But its already New Years in New York, so yenno, iunno whats up. It's 2:43 am now.. But it says its 11:45 pm.. oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you know, I really wanted to spend my new years differently.. In what way, I dont know.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well then. That was last night.. I didnt get to continue my post because of some issue that happened. Will not go into detail. Just to sum it up, my new years was pretty shitty. I havent slept in over 24+ hours. This has been the second time. I'm so cool (H)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, not a very enjoyable new year celebration. Boo. Hopefully it'll be better next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things happened, they were also forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goddamnnit. My neck/shoulder hurts &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; bad. This hot water bag is not helping in anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Mama's birthday. I only got to wish him.. he had to go to work after.So sad. His birthday also, got work also. Booo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, its Masi's birthday! We just called her. She sounded happy. Heeee &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's started the countdown.. Countdown to what exactly im not too sure. I think its us going back. Hah. Chyeah right, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;dream on, masi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyhoo, i'm guessing many ppl have made new years resolutions and stuff right? I have a couple of my own. I've jotted it down on my iPod. So i'd have it with me whereever I go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my main ones is to lose weight. I need to. Gahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of my iPod, i love it tons. I've named it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yes, her name's oink. So yenno, my bb has an identity and wont have to suffer from an identity crisis. Tho, identity theft is quite possible. I'll keep my bb safe &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kay, now I sound nuts. Whatever lah. This doesnt even seem like me typing. I'm usually not this.. &lt;em&gt;depressed?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;School starts on monday. GAWWDD. THATS DEPRESSING. &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I havent gotten anything done yet! Haha, so much for a productive winter break. psssh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Whatever lah. I still have my driving book to read. Its soooo friggen boring. Gah. I'd rather read fanfictions. Speaking of which, I;ve been reading this really awesome one that tai told me abt. I love it! A little OOC but its still really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm turning 16 in less than a week. Now THIS is depressing. I'm turning &lt;strong&gt;old!&lt;/strong&gt; Boo hoo. Well, yenno, a year closer to doing things I really want to do.. but also a year older.. closer to more responsibilities. I like being a kid and not knowing anyhting. ): It's so easy being innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ah well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I watched Twilight again the other day. *majorsqueeeeee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The moment me and tai got into the theatre, we were laughing our heads off. I really have no idea why, but we couldnt stop laughing. I squeed a little here and there. I'm pretty sure some ppl got pissed off at us. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Before that, we got to watch &lt;strong&gt;The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286628502826407378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SV3gnRJsVdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/H5tbMo2p1wE/s400/curious+case.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This has got to be one of the best movies I've seen. It was pree long, but gosh, it was SOOO interesting. I loved it nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Curious Case of BB: Tells the story of Benjamin Button, a man who starts aging backwards with bizarre consequences.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The synopsis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I was born under unusual circumstances." And so begins 'The Curious Case of Benjamin Button,' adapted from the 1920s story by F. Scott Fitzgerald about a man who is born in his eighties and ages backwards: a man, like any of us, who is unable to stop time. We follow his story, set in New Orleans from the end of World War I in 1918 to the 21st century, following his journey that is as unusual as any man's life can be. Directed by David Fincher and starring Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett with Taraji P. Henson, Tilda Swinton, Jason Flemyng, Elias Koteas and Julia Ormond, Benjamin Button is a grand tale of a not-so-ordinary man and the people and places he discovers along the way, the loves he finds, the joys of life and the sadness of death, and what lasts beyond time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I've never ever ever &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; said this in my life before, but Brad Pitt looked pretty cute in that movie. Only in that movie, when he was in his mid-twenties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna watch it again now! Its so sad how he died ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm def. gonna buy the original copy of this dvd when its released.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been nominated for 5 Golden Globes. Another 2 wins &amp;amp; 14 nominations .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its gotta be pree good (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iunno, some ppl might not like it, but me and tai surely did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, learning about the history within Sikhism is soo interesting! I have a couple of books here and tehre about it, but i;ve forgotten everything and its so sad that i know nothing ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, thanks to Jagdesh, I've been educated a little bit more (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its 1:47 am, i should bugger off and go into my room and read fanfics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Common cliche, '&lt;em&gt;Time flies by so fast&lt;/em&gt;', it is already January 2nd, 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy New Year, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May this year bring happiness and luck to y'all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It should be as good as last year, if not, better (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm out.&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/4737259685552411686-8008044225189866871?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8008044225189866871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=8008044225189866871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8008044225189866871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/8008044225189866871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2008/12/kay-so_31.html' title='Kay so..'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SV3gnRJsVdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/H5tbMo2p1wE/s72-c/curious+case.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-5492212305454355539</id><published>2008-12-29T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:15:25.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMGHOMGHOMG</title><content type='html'>HOMGHOMGHOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIRA GOT 8 A'S. HOMG HOMG HOMG.&lt;br /&gt;ALIA DID TOO! HOMGHOMGHOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was there with shira, to collect the results.. yenno, not the &lt;em&gt;collecting my own results&lt;/em&gt; bit.. just hers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still..&lt;br /&gt;HOMGHOMGHOMG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOO ELSEE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg. I'm so proud of everyone else! Jagdesh, Chandraysh! You guys did awessomeeee! B for kh.. who gives a fuck? seriously.&lt;br /&gt;and Chandraysh! OMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;3 size="1"&gt;I'm all the way here, excited for everyone. Gosh am i &lt;em&gt;cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEGAN TOOOO! WHOOHOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITEDITT**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOFIA&lt;br /&gt;ROWAN. WHOOO HOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHONG&lt;br /&gt;SEAN&lt;br /&gt;SHEREENA&lt;br /&gt;YAZ&lt;br /&gt;HARP      &lt;strong&gt;WHOOOOHOOOOOO &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for everyone! Good job! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-5492212305454355539?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5492212305454355539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=5492212305454355539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5492212305454355539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/5492212305454355539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2008/12/homghomghomg.html' title='HOMGHOMGHOMG'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-3966377411689355215</id><published>2008-12-29T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:08:54.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post. Hallelujah!</title><content type='html'>I'm really meaning to get a job in january. I'm going to apply everywhere I can and then get hired!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, before i do that, I should have my:&lt;br /&gt;- face waxed&lt;br /&gt;-eyebrows threaded&lt;br /&gt;-arms hairless&lt;br /&gt;- legs hairless (eventhough no ones gonna see them) ; waxed, preferably.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;shave mahh pittss. LOL. Not shave, I want to wax them. Need to consult that eyebrow lady and see first..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;- wearing make up, foundation and eyeliner, at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;- OH! and psssshh. My RESUME done, of course! (thats a major fail right there..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once all that is done, I'm going to apply eveyrwhere. I really need a job to buy myself things.. I havent bought antyhing in like forever. I want to buy a hairstraightener. I think my hair looks better when straightened. and less poofy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, imma get a straightener. I really want that Professional Corioliss one at the mall. $140 is a bit much.. but if i have the cash, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure we're getting our faces and shizz done on tuesday (hopefully), and then i'll work on my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO. I've been putting this off for way too long. It's a new year, a new, fresh, beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;No more sleeping late&lt;br /&gt;No more excessive going-online-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Completing homework ON TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Getting my time management straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do this. I NEED TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I have to stop being so lazy and actually make an effort to lose weight and stay fit. And stop whining about being too fat.. I should take control of my eating habits.I'm such a cow. Ate a personal size pizza today, which by the way was really tiny.. Thank God i couldn't see the oil loaded onto it in the theatres. It was dark, and i was stuffing my face, I was terribly hungry. So yeah, i ate pizza AND a BURGER. GOD. AND FRIES AND I DRANK COKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God? Why am i such a glutton? ): Kill me now, or I'm going to be even more obese than I already am.. Good lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, starting from tomorrow onwards-- I'm going to use the treadmill. I'm just gonna use the Nike feature on my ipod and listen to my music, to block out all the &lt;strong&gt;yadda yaddda yadda&lt;/strong&gt; he's going to be making.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO USE THE TREADMILL. It's for my health, for my figure, for my grades and for my graduation ( I have to look good then, and always, AND i have to graduate. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope 2009 brings better memories. I don't remember any from this year.. ):&lt;br /&gt;Sweet 16 next week. So much for it being sweet.. but&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;16 already. :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-3966377411689355215?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/3966377411689355215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=3966377411689355215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3966377411689355215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/3966377411689355215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2008/12/100th-post-hallelujah.html' title='100th post. Hallelujah!'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-2538052864639896497</id><published>2008-12-29T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:03:48.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good luck</title><content type='html'>Good luck, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it can be a nerve wrecking thing to collect your results..&lt;br /&gt;Praying so hard on the way to school, as if thats gonna change your results by some miracle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yenno, i'm sure everyone will get the 7 a's / straight a's they all wished and studied hard for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word failure doesnt come along with the meaning of getting a B. remember that, kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my grammar is turning into poop, so i shall stop further embarassing myself with my horrible grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, bbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.&lt;br /&gt;Its really a good movie. You guys should watch it.. Brad Pitt looked cute. This is the first time i've ever said that. :&lt;br /&gt;Well he did, okay! I'm gonna read the book now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and.. I watched Twilight again as well.. heeeee &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;laturr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-2538052864639896497?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2538052864639896497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=2538052864639896497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2538052864639896497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/2538052864639896497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-luck.html' title='Good luck'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-856405780436199053</id><published>2008-12-27T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:50:34.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss him</title><content type='html'>I miss Sheroo.&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had more pictures of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wave of sadness and nostalgia just got over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my Sheroo back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEROOOOO. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-856405780436199053?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/856405780436199053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=856405780436199053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/856405780436199053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/856405780436199053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-him.html' title='I miss him'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-170048822146546202</id><published>2008-12-27T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:28:09.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been..</title><content type='html'>Tagged, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. 1 a.m: I was prolly online.. or something.&lt;br /&gt;02. I love it when: I am left alone to do whatever I want.. which is &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;03. Karl Lagerfeld is: a dude who wears basically the same thing..&lt;br /&gt;04. Tomorrow: I will be at home all day..&lt;br /&gt;05. I have to confess: I'm going to have a very sucky new years&lt;br /&gt;06. If I had one million dollars I would: shop for myself.. and evyerone else in my family.&lt;br /&gt;07. The future: looks like a life of depression&lt;br /&gt;08. Maybe I should: stop eating so much&lt;br /&gt;09. I am tagging: yamuna, tai, michele, chong, harpreet, whoever reads my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-170048822146546202?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/170048822146546202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=170048822146546202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/170048822146546202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/170048822146546202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been.html' title='I&apos;ve been..'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-1518548575695214281</id><published>2008-12-16T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:35:52.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flashObj" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=" src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/494808768" width="486" height="412" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=4919090001&amp;amp;playerId=494808768&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" seamlesstabbing="false" swliveconnect="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear lord, im going to die of Robcuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i havent uploaded in a bit..&lt;br /&gt;I have the videos of the Gossip Girl post i made.. but i wouldnt want to ruin this post iwth GG right? The pretty-ness of Rob bb iwll be gone then.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGsh. Only 3 days of school left ;o&lt;br /&gt;then its breakk! They say its gonna snow a ton tonight and tomorrow. I hope it doesnt. I ont know why, I'm really not liking snow this year. :\&lt;br /&gt;The arctic weather is killing everyone.. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;My daily routine after school. Come home, change into sweats, wear socks, change into long sleeved jammies, and wear a hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever have i done this. Its friggen cold! It's been like -2 or -3 or like, 4 days now.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the production of new moon is gonna start soon. SQUEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;gah. ohoh. Tehyre gonna shoot some of the scenes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IN VANCOUVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo gonna be in vancouver every weekend (both days) with my bbs.&lt;br /&gt;holy shit im so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, its so cold. Im outtt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737259685552411686-1518548575695214281?l=bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1518548575695214281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737259685552411686&amp;postID=1518548575695214281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1518548575695214281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737259685552411686/posts/default/1518548575695214281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bels-chocolate-thunder.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-my.html' title='Oh my.'/><author><name>Bels Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900665457397245911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SisjcyS9bSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/L9AEbkKvrbU/S220/DSC00482.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737259685552411686.post-2711678902516716506</id><published>2008-12-10T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:39:47.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HOMG. Did you guys watch Gossip Girl on monday?! Holy shit! That episode was by far the best they've ever had! Ed Westwick's acting was fantastic in that episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Chuck cried, i was like aaaawweee bb &lt;3 size="1"&gt;I teared up a little too.. well.. cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys soooo have to watch it! And Blair crying too?! And saying 'ILY' to Chuck first? WTH.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.. so much drama. I LOVED IT. This is soo going onto my ipod. (when i have it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blair crying&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily slapping Chuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron and Serena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serena and Dan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan and Aaron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eleanor and that short guy (get married).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily and Rufus (her being preggo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHUCK and BLAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So like, im gonna show screen caps from the episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are directly from the episode, so don't look at em if you dont want to be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPOILED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278424739560377938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SUC7VZchTlI/AAAAAAAAANo/cnXY9nV2dMo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; When she told him she loves him..&lt;br /&gt;and he gets into his car and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278424744143897810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SUC7VqhURNI/AAAAAAAAANw/cc3yJhshfw0/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278424745902052418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SUC7VxEflEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6Y-QrHushBA/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278424754008116834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SUC7WPRITmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/RSxXKJS7X5Y/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278424752525606722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SUC7WJvq_0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/voCYOFu5pa4/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278426327150881538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SUC8xzrl6wI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Af8O73ytoIA/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally mourning for the death of his father. Poor bb &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He looks so sad here.. I cried too. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278426333058439858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SUC8yJsEGrI/AAAAAAAAAOg/feLyhUDtut0/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278426331358763090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SUC8yDW1GFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/skzcp1accxU/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278426339628981858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SUC8yiKmnmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UKcIZkKzd-I/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278428803143173778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SUC_B7eKBpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LwsrkwvRlg8/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278428807776781362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SUC_CMu5RDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lBan53utIHQ/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278428814486755778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SUC_ClurWcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/OL5HDa_cRYY/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm basically a C&amp;amp;B shipper now.&lt;br /&gt;Not only E&amp;amp;B or R&amp;amp;K but them too (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like i said, I really really &lt;strong&gt;really love&lt;/strong&gt; this episode. I'm gonna give a summary of it (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Bart dies in a car accident.. Chuck called him to say that Lily and Rufus are doing things..&lt;br /&gt;he was going over to 'talk' to Lily since he knew why she was in that hospital in France..&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, she he's dead. And Chuck's all depressed and drinking his guts out.&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral, he's all drunk and gets mad at Dan for even being at the funeral. He calls Lily a &lt;strong&gt;whore.&lt;/strong&gt; He also says that he has no family. While all of this is happening, Dan and Aaron are in a battle for Serena.. (go figure..) Dan ends up leaving the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;At the after party.. (?) fine, after the ceremony they went back to their hses and Lily tries to talk to Chuck. He said something and she slaps him. He's like, when i get my money from that will, you'll never have to see me again, yadda yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;He was leaving, iunno going where and Blair runs down to stop him. Then shes like, I'll go with you. " HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU? YOU ARE &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; MY GIRLFRIEND"&lt;br /&gt;"BUT I AM ME. I'M BLAIR. I'LL BE WITH YOU, FOR EVERYTHING. GOOD OR BAD."&lt;br /&gt;Well, somewhre in there, she tells him she l oves him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then he's like NO, bitch. And leaves, and she starts tearing up, or you can say, crying. (the pictures above)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later into the episode. Well, almost at the end..&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor and that short guy (i dont know his name.. Aaron's Dad) are getting married. All happy happy joy joy. And then Deroda, their maid, tells Blair something. *pssstpssstpssssttt*&lt;br /&gt;And Blair goes upstairs .. just to find Chuck on her bed, crying. She holds on to him, and he cries even more. Poor bb finally mourning for Bart Bass's dad. He ends up falling asleep.. she stays awake. And then when she falls asleep, i guess he disappears. Cuz when she wakes up, theres a note beside her, saying something.. here :&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278432966699836466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5bcprkM4II/SUDC0R7a5DI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TXw8UgiZgZU/s400/note.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats basically where the episode ends.. but for the next episode, they preview they showed.. Chuck was on some building's rooftop with a liquor bottle in his hand.. at the edge screaming something.. and then they show the bottle shattering onto the ground. DUNDUNDUN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously. Best episode EVERRRRR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next episode is on January the 5th. Seriously! WTH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CANT WAIT! The day school starts.. joy. 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