<?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-118329566396484984</id><updated>2011-07-29T12:01:31.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is like a twisted caberet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocomanicme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118329566396484984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocomanicme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rhiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559801149028612566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/R-sSAHM8QNI/AAAAAAAAABI/Pm-uc5GgqEw/S220/Me+%40+La+Carettas+Damansara.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118329566396484984.post-5872022515215668161</id><published>2010-10-02T11:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:12:01.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Team Players</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/TKavs0hlcGI/AAAAAAAAACo/MaqF7tTrmbs/s1600/DSC02499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/TKavs0hlcGI/AAAAAAAAACo/MaqF7tTrmbs/s320/DSC02499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523295177565106274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found my team member!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes directly to (you know who you are) ^^ The sweetest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am afraid,&lt;br /&gt;You gave me braveness.&lt;br /&gt;When I am grumpy,&lt;br /&gt;You were my clown.&lt;br /&gt;When I've failed myself over and over,&lt;br /&gt;You were never failed to be my cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;When I am deadly nasty,&lt;br /&gt;You gave me calmness and peace.&lt;br /&gt;When I am frustrated,&lt;br /&gt;you always allow me to vent it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if I am the most difficult human to live with in this world, yet you try so hard to be the best team player in our tea&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/TKawEK-gtuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jL9GiUp6Xt4/s1600/DSC02620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/TKawEK-gtuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jL9GiUp6Xt4/s320/DSC02620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523295578729002722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m. I thank you for your patience and courage and the never ending love provider. I thank you for not fixing everything that is wrong and allow me to be myself and fall sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"True love can blind you but at the same time if you let it, it can also open your eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118329566396484984-5872022515215668161?l=chocomanicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocomanicme.blogspot.com/feeds/5872022515215668161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118329566396484984&amp;postID=5872022515215668161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118329566396484984/posts/default/5872022515215668161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118329566396484984/posts/default/5872022515215668161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocomanicme.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-team-players.html' title='The Great Team Players'/><author><name>Rhiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559801149028612566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/R-sSAHM8QNI/AAAAAAAAABI/Pm-uc5GgqEw/S220/Me+%40+La+Carettas+Damansara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/TKavs0hlcGI/AAAAAAAAACo/MaqF7tTrmbs/s72-c/DSC02499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118329566396484984.post-8077427903570296461</id><published>2010-10-02T10:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T11:34:07.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix Me?</title><content type='html'>Facing a tough time? Well isn't that life? There's so many approach in fixing a matter. Some dwell in pain, some drink, some smoke like a chimney (for all u know, i was one) haha.. all the temporary numbness we go for during our desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realise, subconciously, there's a  group of people that like to "fix" others to handle their torn up life or many the failure or mistake they've made in their life. Many time I find it annoying and disturbed when they like to boss you around and tells you what to do. More often, the favourite phrase will be "I was there before and I know. I dont want you to make my mistake". When something is broken, by nature.. everyone would want to fix it isn't it right? whether is your or others...is it an action of redemption? or a desperate call for a chance to fix their mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand, when your life is isn't that great and you are trying so hard to fix it, why are you so interested in mine? When mine are still intact and I am happy (in certain angle). It gets me all confused when accusation of me being bitter is so untrue.. Not to say untrue, i repharse, yes i am in bitter for other reason that more or less involve them. Sadly, often the fear of others will be your fear (hate it) and as often the love for others are as confused as a fucking maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/TKan43KqvJI/AAAAAAAAACY/dix6jFQUN_I/s1600/Image145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/TKan43KqvJI/AAAAAAAAACY/dix6jFQUN_I/s320/Image145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523286588339698834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will know yourself better than yourself. We are our own enemy. So fight your own war before you enter others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118329566396484984-8077427903570296461?l=chocomanicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocomanicme.blogspot.com/feeds/8077427903570296461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118329566396484984&amp;postID=8077427903570296461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118329566396484984/posts/default/8077427903570296461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118329566396484984/posts/default/8077427903570296461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocomanicme.blogspot.com/2010/10/fix-me.html' title='Fix Me?'/><author><name>Rhiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559801149028612566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/R-sSAHM8QNI/AAAAAAAAABI/Pm-uc5GgqEw/S220/Me+%40+La+Carettas+Damansara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/TKan43KqvJI/AAAAAAAAACY/dix6jFQUN_I/s72-c/Image145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118329566396484984.post-3649625966656500859</id><published>2009-11-15T20:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:53:49.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighter Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/SwAH46m5uKI/AAAAAAAAACA/41flBu7Zltg/s1600-h/07112009738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/SwAH46m5uKI/AAAAAAAAACA/41flBu7Zltg/s320/07112009738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404328227231086754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Why you took my lighter" was what he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; me after we meet the 1st time at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Redbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. I thought to myself, was that a pick up line? If so, it's lame, and I realized how I was trapped into his mastermind in get my number. Stunned and amaze how good he was, I laughed to myself in disguise. [he really didn't waste any of his time, all he did was hitting on me that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This was my first time encountering a person with such amazing confident chasing over girls. I thought to myself again, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; this must be a player". The 1st time I was introduce to lighter guy, my 1st impression of him was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;REMPIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; but somehow, I did not close the door and reject his friendship which is something I am grateful for even though I find him so annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A year has passed and to me, lighter guy still have not give up seeking attention from me and it was funny that his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; was merely registered in my friend list till one day, he approached me at the right time at the right place. Cupid knocking on my door and it was the 1st time it struck me after many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and I thought to myself again " why am I having weird feeling talking to him??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I have come to realise that lighter guy is such a lover. I thought to myself, if opportunity comes knocking your way, why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; you just welcome it? and yes, I agreed to go on a date with lighter guy on Valentine's Day 2009 which i made him waited about 1 and a half hour?? I cannot remember but i know he waiting a long time. No, I did not did it on purpose, but somehow, my preparation for that night was somehow - MESSY. I was nervous [laughter] That poor guy must have thought I stood him up [grin] But I turned up looking really - CASUAL and he looked great and I had such a beautiful dinner with him and for a long time, butterflies was dancing in my stomach the whole night while as we chat. I really thank him for this night and making it such a memorable Valentines for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When I was young, I have always dream to have a partner which will love me the way I wanted and to take care of me. As I was growing up, things were not what I have always dream of. I have became such a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;cynical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; person in relationship, and I only believe true love are crap and it will only happen in fairytales. I have gave up seeking for Mr Right and somehow believe that i do not deserve good things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But I was wrong, I sat here alone thinking, how all these was put into a piece and how happy I am to be given a chance to meet lighter guy and somehow I am the lighter girl in his story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nothing in life comes easy I believe. Even I sit here and think, when will I be seeing my lighter guy?? Waiting for him day and night, it is never easy for me and I believe it is never easy for him. Well, if he can wait for me the whole year, what is 1 month or 3 months? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lighter guy and I have many things in common but I do know that we are very much in love. It's like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of [laughter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is madness for me to wait but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;when love is not madness, it is not love. Here is to my lighter guy, courage is not being afraid but going on anyhow and because of his craziness and rush of courage, he had made my whole world a better place.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118329566396484984-3649625966656500859?l=chocomanicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocomanicme.blogspot.com/feeds/3649625966656500859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118329566396484984&amp;postID=3649625966656500859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118329566396484984/posts/default/3649625966656500859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118329566396484984/posts/default/3649625966656500859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocomanicme.blogspot.com/2009/11/lighter-guy.html' title='Lighter Guy'/><author><name>Rhiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559801149028612566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/R-sSAHM8QNI/AAAAAAAAABI/Pm-uc5GgqEw/S220/Me+%40+La+Carettas+Damansara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/SwAH46m5uKI/AAAAAAAAACA/41flBu7Zltg/s72-c/07112009738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118329566396484984.post-2646104942877047693</id><published>2007-05-02T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T14:41:46.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters Day out Finally</title><content type='html'>Tap...tap...tap... surfing the net..what else this two sisters will do... Blogging and chatting all the time but is a pleasure for them to actually having each others company after a long while... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Clyna&lt;/span&gt;, the elder sis.. finally got her new car that is why they are out celebrating... Rachel, the younger sis has always been there for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Clyna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she's in need for company and comfort. This time round... is for shopping!!!! Which every women on earth will enjoy it...(laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Clyna&lt;/span&gt; finally left her hectic work life in a hospitality industry and have joined a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;development&lt;/span&gt; company as a PR executive which is a total new experience for her. Rachel was into hospitality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PR'ing&lt;/span&gt; as well for almost 8 months and she left for good.She's is into complex management doing events and also designing now. Currently..she's quite happy where she is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing in life that make this sisters in common - RELATIONSHIP!! No one can actually give this 2 pathetic sisters any answer or clue on their misery and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; in love life. This thing has draw them even closer as years grow and both still trying to solve their own misery and share thoughts in order to feel better to give hope and encouragement to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;find&lt;/span&gt; their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soulmates&lt;/span&gt;. Is not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pressured&lt;/span&gt; for Rachel as she's only at her early 20's but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Clyna&lt;/span&gt; in reaching her late 30's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was special, they have decided to not let this thing to bother them as they want to spend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;valuable&lt;/span&gt; time and cherish every moment doing the girls stuff together for once as they are sick and tired for being a perfectionist in everything. So today is a sit back and relax moment for them to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;them self&lt;/span&gt; and get back to old sweet times when they are young and naive.&lt;br /&gt;So the day has just started and both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Clyna&lt;/span&gt; and Rachel promise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; that they will not bother or let things get into their way for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; adventure to be young and free again.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118329566396484984-2646104942877047693?l=chocomanicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocomanicme.blogspot.com/feeds/2646104942877047693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118329566396484984&amp;postID=2646104942877047693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118329566396484984/posts/default/2646104942877047693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118329566396484984/posts/default/2646104942877047693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocomanicme.blogspot.com/2007/05/sisters-day-out-finally.html' title='Sisters Day out Finally'/><author><name>Rhiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559801149028612566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/R-sSAHM8QNI/AAAAAAAAABI/Pm-uc5GgqEw/S220/Me+%40+La+Carettas+Damansara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118329566396484984.post-8578777134432831997</id><published>2007-04-21T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T03:59:00.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/RjT4-icSgAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0Khsna2Op7U/s1600-h/18-03-07_2209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058942034724945922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/RjT4-icSgAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0Khsna2Op7U/s200/18-03-07_2209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Testing first post! Here goes! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ok, I know, lame.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. It's my blog.&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118329566396484984-8578777134432831997?l=chocomanicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocomanicme.blogspot.com/feeds/8578777134432831997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=118329566396484984&amp;postID=8578777134432831997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118329566396484984/posts/default/8578777134432831997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/118329566396484984/posts/default/8578777134432831997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocomanicme.blogspot.com/2007/04/1st-post.html' title='1st post'/><author><name>Rhiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01559801149028612566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/R-sSAHM8QNI/AAAAAAAAABI/Pm-uc5GgqEw/S220/Me+%40+La+Carettas+Damansara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nrxPsFrT2KU/RjT4-icSgAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0Khsna2Op7U/s72-c/18-03-07_2209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
