<?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-8915393958623413863</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:01:36.430-07:00</updated><category term='Valentine&apos;s rant'/><title type='text'>Strawberries can kill. &gt;D</title><subtitle type='html'>Strawberries are sweet, and red. Despite the gothic template, I'm still qualified to be a happy-perky person. And innocent. So I'm taking the name perky goth. Comments please. :3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>|.|Princesse de Fraises|.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04171835423756275304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/SA_kHQemeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V_yO9hTCiHE/S220/k2nessa-ava.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915393958623413863.post-8989709227237191345</id><published>2008-03-18T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:41:32.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fave movies [OMG I'm so late T^T]</title><content type='html'>I'm not much of a fan when it comes to going to cinemas and watching any kind of movie- no really. Most of the time I'd rather watch DVDs at home or not bother seeing a film at all. But there are some flicks that had caught my eye- by pure chance of being forced to watch it or I was asked to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those films would have to be 'Series of Unfortunate Events'- you know, the one that came from the book by Lemony Snicket? That was really great. I mean, it's not kid stuff, and it has a deep and mysterious (so to say, &gt;.&gt;) plot that cannot be finished with just one film. Yes, dear readers, there should- there MUST be a sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another would be the DN live action movie. It's expected, really, since right now I'm a rabid fan of Death note (forever more &lt;3),&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a really long list, but I think I should end it with this last [but not the least] movie that I had enjoyed watching...surprisingly, when I was still...young. Yeah, let's put it that way. So prepare to be amazed or to ROFLMAO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;3&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's for kids. No really. And as everyone should know, it's by Disney. But I like it. YES. YOU HEARD IT RIGHT: JEANELLE SAAVEDRA, THE FAMOUS MASS-MURDERER [cough xD Pangarap.], LIKES THIS KIDDY MOVIE. Don't get me wrong. I just like funny stuff. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I must leave now. Sadly, this stupid blog is going to get a really low grade- since I wasn't able to take a picture of that &lt;em&gt;stupid &lt;/em&gt;orchid. DAAAMN. &gt;.&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ja ne! :3 &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/8915393958623413863-8989709227237191345?l=fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/feeds/8989709227237191345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915393958623413863&amp;postID=8989709227237191345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/8989709227237191345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/8989709227237191345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/2008/03/fave-movies-omg-im-so-late-tt.html' title='Fave movies [OMG I&apos;m so late T^T]'/><author><name>|.|Princesse de Fraises|.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04171835423756275304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/SA_kHQemeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V_yO9hTCiHE/S220/k2nessa-ava.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915393958623413863.post-3210427252713690887</id><published>2008-03-10T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:49:51.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family day.</title><content type='html'>Though family days here are not like what I'm used to,  they're still very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this year's family day was incredible. Sure, the programs were the same as of last year (surprise?), but that doesn't really matter. I've enjoyed myself- really- this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents aren't pricks. No, I love them so much that it leads to the point where I'm not really ashamed of them. Sure they're crazy sometimes, but where do you think I got my genes? LOL. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner most of the class decided to play a nice, harmless game of hide-and-seek, while our parents busied themselves talking to each other or watching the programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark and almost isolated by the lagoon, but as a whole class, who would be scared? Screw those people who decided to trick others and ditch them...heck, I was almost a victim, but I got away. &gt;D Oh well. So much for a good prankster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fireworks were fun and pretty. I haven't got much to say, so we'll leave it at that. If you want a more detailed article, why don't you read my other classmates' blogs? I really don't give a hoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915393958623413863-3210427252713690887?l=fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/feeds/3210427252713690887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915393958623413863&amp;postID=3210427252713690887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/3210427252713690887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/3210427252713690887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/2008/03/family-day.html' title='Family day.'/><author><name>|.|Princesse de Fraises|.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04171835423756275304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/SA_kHQemeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V_yO9hTCiHE/S220/k2nessa-ava.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915393958623413863.post-5334337383416994047</id><published>2008-03-06T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:12:52.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines gifts...? Why so late...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R9DKy-DhrpI/AAAAAAAAADA/98eTJjdsoa4/s1600-h/Upload_valen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R9DKy-DhrpI/AAAAAAAAADA/98eTJjdsoa4/s400/Upload_valen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174858948848758418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R9DLJeDhrqI/AAAAAAAAADI/keMR2pESiNc/s1600-h/Upload_valen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R9DLJeDhrqI/AAAAAAAAADI/keMR2pESiNc/s400/Upload_valen2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174859335395815074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG THOSE ARE THE CRAPPIEST GIFTS EVAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here they are. It took me some time to upload this. &gt;.&gt; Damn internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks. Well said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915393958623413863-5334337383416994047?l=fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/feeds/5334337383416994047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915393958623413863&amp;postID=5334337383416994047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/5334337383416994047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/5334337383416994047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/2008/03/valentines-gifts-why-so-late.html' title='Valentines gifts...? Why so late...?'/><author><name>|.|Princesse de Fraises|.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04171835423756275304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/SA_kHQemeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V_yO9hTCiHE/S220/k2nessa-ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R9DKy-DhrpI/AAAAAAAAADA/98eTJjdsoa4/s72-c/Upload_valen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915393958623413863.post-694839979598751852</id><published>2008-03-06T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:12:52.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTIFICIAL DRAGON(fly)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R8_jTeDhroI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QZi9RBDRNNM/s1600-h/Upload_0wn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174604420496862850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R8_jTeDhroI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QZi9RBDRNNM/s400/Upload_0wn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just me, or does this thing look alive...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's my project. I was supposed to make two but...well, it died. Yeah. let's stick with that. It's a dragonfly, but it looks scary to be one. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must answer questions. Guh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a.) What did you learn in making the butterflies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; I learned that one must be patient when creating such a small and supposedly wonderful creature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b.) Give at least three (3) significance of the artificial butterflies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; Good ornaments without endangering the real species&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; Fun to make. (gags) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; Can be created to suit one's taste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c.) Post descriptions to sell this item.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; SELLING:  Really ordinary but hard-made dragonfly. Does not fly, does not soar, but can be hung in a corner for decorating. Is white, plain white, with big oval wings and moving legs. Is believed to be alive, but that is just a rumor. Contact Jeanelle Saavedra for details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen. xD&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/8915393958623413863-694839979598751852?l=fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/feeds/694839979598751852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915393958623413863&amp;postID=694839979598751852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/694839979598751852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/694839979598751852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/2008/03/artificial-dragonfly.html' title='ARTIFICIAL DRAGON(fly)'/><author><name>|.|Princesse de Fraises|.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04171835423756275304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/SA_kHQemeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V_yO9hTCiHE/S220/k2nessa-ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R8_jTeDhroI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QZi9RBDRNNM/s72-c/Upload_0wn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915393958623413863.post-151349577389135601</id><published>2008-03-06T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:12:53.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG IT'S A HORRID JUNK ART FRAME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R8_fiODhrnI/AAAAAAAAACw/nr63QmvjdYk/s1600-h/Upload_frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174600275853422194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R8_fiODhrnI/AAAAAAAAACw/nr63QmvjdYk/s400/Upload_frame.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;At last. It took me some time to upload this. The internet has been very...unreliable these days. Anyway, here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: IT'S CRAPPY. I've crammed for this. I may be talented at drawing and art, but with creating things like this...I suck. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well answer these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) How did you feel in making the picture frame?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Honestly, I was disappointed. I know I can do better than this, but given the amount of time and work to be done, I couldn't. So viola. El crappy mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.) Compare your picture frame from other frames that are displayed in the department stores.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The answer's quite simple, really. Though this work had been made with good effort and cramming, it will not profit when sold in the stores. Nobody would buy it. I wouldn't sell it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt; Guh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915393958623413863-151349577389135601?l=fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/feeds/151349577389135601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915393958623413863&amp;postID=151349577389135601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/151349577389135601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/151349577389135601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/2008/03/omfg-its-horrid-junk-art-frame.html' title='OMFG IT&apos;S A HORRID JUNK ART FRAME!'/><author><name>|.|Princesse de Fraises|.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04171835423756275304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/SA_kHQemeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V_yO9hTCiHE/S220/k2nessa-ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R8_fiODhrnI/AAAAAAAAACw/nr63QmvjdYk/s72-c/Upload_frame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915393958623413863.post-2800533451741781726</id><published>2008-02-18T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:12:53.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sims 2 + Death note = HAPPINESS. :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R7pkcAv7GoI/AAAAAAAAACc/LTUACEJtaTE/s1600-h/snapshot02.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R7pkcAv7GoI/AAAAAAAAACc/LTUACEJtaTE/s400/snapshot02.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168553954761185922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little something I've come across while browsing DA- Death note sims! OMFG! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can download it from the site. I'll post the url...someday. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, here's a nice screenshot...suu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915393958623413863-2800533451741781726?l=fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/feeds/2800533451741781726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915393958623413863&amp;postID=2800533451741781726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/2800533451741781726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/2800533451741781726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/2008/02/sims-2-death-note-happiness-3.html' title='Sims 2 + Death note = HAPPINESS. :3'/><author><name>|.|Princesse de Fraises|.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04171835423756275304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/SA_kHQemeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V_yO9hTCiHE/S220/k2nessa-ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R7pkcAv7GoI/AAAAAAAAACc/LTUACEJtaTE/s72-c/snapshot02.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915393958623413863.post-5440669645684365154</id><published>2008-02-16T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:12:53.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hachimitsu to clover &amp;hearts:- Kawaii Ai! x3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R7bGaQv7GnI/AAAAAAAAACU/84jt_NdhtTE/s1600-h/honey_and_clover_by_Ameurfina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R7bGaQv7GnI/AAAAAAAAACU/84jt_NdhtTE/s400/honey_and_clover_by_Ameurfina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167535776929094258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you guys are tired of reading posts about Death note- so, as a good, friendly and loving author, I'm going to spare you guys and write about a cuter, harmless anime with no deaths or hatred, but pure kawaii ai &amp;amp;hearts:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The said anime is entitled as Honey and Clover- or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hachimitsu to clover&lt;/span&gt; in Japanese. I've seen it in Animax, mind you, but you can watch it on Youtube or crunchyroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so special about this? Well, the story mainly revolves around a group of friends who study in the same Art school. And the fall in love with either each other or some other person outside their group- typical, maybe, but that's why it's so cute; it has a simple theme that all viewers can relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a live action series too, but I haven't seen that one yet. &gt;.&lt; So sad. But if I do, I'll say so. Chuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Owarimasu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915393958623413863-5440669645684365154?l=fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/feeds/5440669645684365154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915393958623413863&amp;postID=5440669645684365154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/5440669645684365154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/5440669645684365154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/2008/02/hachimitsu-to-clover-kawaii-ai-x3.html' title='Hachimitsu to clover &amp;hearts:- Kawaii Ai! x3'/><author><name>|.|Princesse de Fraises|.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04171835423756275304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/SA_kHQemeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V_yO9hTCiHE/S220/k2nessa-ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R7bGaQv7GnI/AAAAAAAAACU/84jt_NdhtTE/s72-c/honey_and_clover_by_Ameurfina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915393958623413863.post-6107007042746300736</id><published>2008-02-14T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T02:32:23.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST DEATH NOTE FANFIC EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs21/f/2007/262/e/e/BEST_DEATH_NOTE_FANFIC_EVER_by_behindinfinity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs21/f/2007/262/e/e/BEST_DEATH_NOTE_FANFIC_EVER_by_behindinfinity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Behindinfinity for this atrocity. Chuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light is &lt;3-ness.&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light// Jin&lt;br /&gt;L// Miguel&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915393958623413863-6107007042746300736?l=fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/feeds/6107007042746300736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915393958623413863&amp;postID=6107007042746300736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/6107007042746300736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/6107007042746300736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-death-note-fanfic-ever.html' title='BEST DEATH NOTE FANFIC EVER!'/><author><name>|.|Princesse de Fraises|.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04171835423756275304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/SA_kHQemeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V_yO9hTCiHE/S220/k2nessa-ava.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915393958623413863.post-208293756771084899</id><published>2008-02-13T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:12:53.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s rant'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Rant...not day. &gt;.&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R7Le6Qv7GkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uRO7dO8OOy0/s1600-h/Hmm_by_Soul_Run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166436815057132098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R7Le6Qv7GkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uRO7dO8OOy0/s320/Hmm_by_Soul_Run.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know most people are excited for the said holiday, and you're all waiting for something inspirational to be posted...but guess what: you are reading the wrong blog. Nevertheless, please continue on. Oh, and drop a review or two; this might pique your interest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentine ’s Day: the most celebrated hallmark event in the month of February. More anticipated than Ash Wednesday &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; birthday parties&lt;em&gt; (yep, you heard right)&lt;/em&gt;. Why, you ask? It is because this month is said to be dedicated to love- usually a relationship thing. Girls would squeal and wait for their partners to give them gifts that range from simple cards to expensive diamond rings. Boys, in the meantime, would empty their hard-earned savings to buy something extravagant- special, they say- for their significant other to prove their love and fulfill the meaning of that one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, it is actually a government conspiracy to get humans to breed and pair up to increase population in a country, for some. Whereas here, in the Philippines, it is a day of hitting the gold- roses and necklaces are a famous buy, and so are those expensive but scrumptious chocolates they sell on stores. I mean, what good will increasing the population get us to? It’s not as if we’re crowded enough, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Another thing about Valentine’s is that it makes people think that if they weren’t in a relationship, they would be left out, so they look for a partner. The thing about this, exactly, is that those who aren’t in a relationship by the end of the day is considered to be losers, too ugly or unwanted to find the perfect person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, my dear readers, why let yourselves be bothered by this failed attempt at seeking a mate? Valentine’s day, sadly, is celebrated every year, so you can have your shot maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While people’s minds get clouded by emotions and their hormones whirl around like crazy, the attention is averted away from the government, making realization of their wretched plans impossible for those distracted. And face it; those who aren’t, like me, are sometimes branded as crazy morons who’re just lonely enough to make up stories about the government. Then those who really are lonely on this fateful day either fall into jealousy or depression and ends up killing themselves- another way of cutting out the useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Valentine’s is just a pointless day used by the government and the media to make more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, if you still believe in it, enjoy your Valentine’s. Hopefully you’d get what you deserve, and congratulations for the loyalty and faithfulness you have towards your mate. &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/8915393958623413863-208293756771084899?l=fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/feeds/208293756771084899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915393958623413863&amp;postID=208293756771084899' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/208293756771084899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/208293756771084899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-rantnot-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Rant...not day. &gt;.&gt;'/><author><name>|.|Princesse de Fraises|.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04171835423756275304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/SA_kHQemeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V_yO9hTCiHE/S220/k2nessa-ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R7Le6Qv7GkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uRO7dO8OOy0/s72-c/Hmm_by_Soul_Run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915393958623413863.post-5184865173689760666</id><published>2008-02-11T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:12:53.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death note cosplay &lt;3-ness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R7JqtAv7GiI/AAAAAAAAABo/xT8q1-XC5r8/s1600-h/L_goes_sightseeing_by_merkymerx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R7JqtAv7GiI/AAAAAAAAABo/xT8q1-XC5r8/s320/L_goes_sightseeing_by_merkymerx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166309044075043362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er...this isn't so new. But I've stumbled across this group of really good Filipinos just last night. Chuu. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosplay made by Miguel. He has a DA account, but I'm too lazy to post the URL. &gt;.&gt; Light up next! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915393958623413863-5184865173689760666?l=fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/feeds/5184865173689760666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915393958623413863&amp;postID=5184865173689760666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/5184865173689760666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/5184865173689760666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/2008/02/death-note-cosplay-3-ness.html' title='Death note cosplay &lt;3-ness!'/><author><name>|.|Princesse de Fraises|.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04171835423756275304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/SA_kHQemeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V_yO9hTCiHE/S220/k2nessa-ava.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/R7JqtAv7GiI/AAAAAAAAABo/xT8q1-XC5r8/s72-c/L_goes_sightseeing_by_merkymerx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915393958623413863.post-8166938422285140662</id><published>2008-02-10T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:06:25.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and morality...meaningless.</title><content type='html'>What I need in life? Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, time. It's this huge jumbo that usually gets me killed- too late, too early, or not done at all. I mean, if I had all the time in the world, I'd focus on finishing those I want finished- like homework, stories, drawings and...my RF account. Yeah. I guess my Force character needs to be max-leveled fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I bother ranting here? And why am I complaining only now? Mind you, I've been telling everybody the same thing over and over again- WE NEED TIME. Heck, I need time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's press the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people had conversed with me regarding this issue; some say that I need proper time-managing, others point out that I am just some sick loony, and the rest, I suppose, had suggested me getting a time machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit, I do need proper time management. So here's my new schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat-Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up&lt;br /&gt;eat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;play for three hours&lt;br /&gt;eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;homework&lt;br /&gt;story&lt;br /&gt;stare blankly&lt;br /&gt;play for an hour or two&lt;br /&gt;eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covers pretty much of everything, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: morality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have listened to this radio station in a game. By that time, they were having a heated debate on morality- and I was rather tempted to join in, even if those people weren't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three main topics are:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nudity&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Family&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. The first one sounds stupid. But he had a point- you wouldn't shoot a naked person. And when you're not wearing anything, nobody would pickpocket you, and plus, you can't bring a gun yourself to harm others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's speak in terms of dignity and...well, the possibility of getting &lt;em&gt;raepd &lt;/em&gt;(typo on purpose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. Family issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you grow up in a good and loving atmosphere, you wouldn't dare do dangerous stuff when you get older. Unless your mother is a puss-spewing, sin against god, you wouldn't bother at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly. Politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the Philippines it is impossible to lean on politics when it comes to your safety- corrupt and ugly people now flock the Presidential sections, and I don't think other Judicial and whatever communities are immune from the said problem. Now if Politics here is pure, I guess it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatev.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915393958623413863-8166938422285140662?l=fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/feeds/8166938422285140662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915393958623413863&amp;postID=8166938422285140662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/8166938422285140662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/8166938422285140662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-and-moralitymeaningless.html' title='Time and morality...meaningless.'/><author><name>|.|Princesse de Fraises|.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04171835423756275304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/SA_kHQemeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V_yO9hTCiHE/S220/k2nessa-ava.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915393958623413863.post-7431197865908514918</id><published>2008-02-07T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:21:48.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;Manifesto of a student</title><content type='html'>Well then. Here's another something I've whipped up for you guys; a poem about yours truly. Comments are very much appreciated. Thank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;To say such things that never exist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;is a crime I'd rather not insist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;so start we must on this fateful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;with facts about I, as I shall portray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;When nothing better there is to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'd joke around and laugh with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;or perhaps I'd be alone somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;scribbling on a notebook upon my chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I like to draw, I like to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;sometimes a comic or two I'd bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;so lend me a hand, share a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;and I'd be there to make it worth while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'm not the kind you'd leave alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;neither would I, if be, dare to moan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;for if you see me as a jovial child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;then you've only met the part of me that's wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Behind this exterior lies something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;perhaps a mirror of my other self? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;how could you know, you've never seen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;the other person I could have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;So ask them now, or let's play around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;beneath the skies on murky ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;there are so many things left to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;if you'd rather know the real me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;† Owarimasu. †&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915393958623413863-7431197865908514918?l=fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/feeds/7431197865908514918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915393958623413863&amp;postID=7431197865908514918' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/7431197865908514918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/7431197865908514918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/2008/02/manifesto-of-student.html' title='&gt;&gt;Manifesto of a student'/><author><name>|.|Princesse de Fraises|.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04171835423756275304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/SA_kHQemeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V_yO9hTCiHE/S220/k2nessa-ava.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915393958623413863.post-2391646785804836125</id><published>2008-01-31T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T02:33:22.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem to Tim Berners Lee and HTML. Sweet. &gt;.&gt;</title><content type='html'>So...I guess I have no choice then. A short poem to Tim Berners Lee- the creator of HTML and other stuff for the internet and computer. Deal with it. But then, without him, there wouldn'nt be anything like this. No blogs, no good internet sites, etc. We need to show him some gratitude. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Within some time ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we had a lesson that bothered us so &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the kind that filled our hearts with woe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and those easy days just had to go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we had no choice and studied then &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to fill our time till who-knows-when,  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mind-boggling codes, memorizing again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asked helped from cousins and our friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What else could be done, together we wail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if failing now felt like going to jail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so studied all day, until we went pale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but for some of us it was to no avail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For HTML is no easy feat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it takes some time and pressure to beat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and there's no easy way, so don't even cheat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and when all's said and done, you'll get a nice treat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet no matter how bad HTML sounds,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's one good thing you can't get around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's for our good and to it we are bound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and such great joy when the media's found &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our very own website! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Enjoy Ma'am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915393958623413863-2391646785804836125?l=fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/feeds/2391646785804836125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915393958623413863&amp;postID=2391646785804836125' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/2391646785804836125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915393958623413863/posts/default/2391646785804836125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fearofchocolateaddicts.blogspot.com/2008/01/poem-to-tim-berners-lee-and-html-sweet.html' title='A poem to Tim Berners Lee and HTML. Sweet. &gt;.&gt;'/><author><name>|.|Princesse de Fraises|.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04171835423756275304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c_Ath5Ms3fk/SA_kHQemeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V_yO9hTCiHE/S220/k2nessa-ava.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
