<?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-8970728261422925612</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:38:53.469-07:00</updated><category term='moving on'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Chip Briyani</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>silverbells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11591743115933984834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970728261422925612.post-4493885490251799590</id><published>2009-03-29T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:15:40.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In this alone</title><content type='html'>Well life...&lt;br /&gt;Have a bout 2 weeks to my 21st.&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm about done living.&lt;br /&gt;Sick of the disappointments and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;Not in one aspect but in all.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've got idiot written on my forehead or smth.&lt;br /&gt;It's bloody annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I am torn.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think or do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really in between so much.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone throws their shit at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been going on since forever but this time I'm at a loss.&lt;br /&gt;Every felt what it's like being truly alone.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have.&lt;br /&gt;I know what it feels like being alone.&lt;br /&gt;What it feels like walking all alone at 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Not a soul in sight.&lt;br /&gt;No one to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;No one to lend a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;All my frens are no longer in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the others have also drifted apart from me.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta face it.&lt;br /&gt;This is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder why I have to go through all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;Esp when you wanna change your life for the better.&lt;br /&gt;Your tested in all aspects.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well..&lt;br /&gt;needed to vent&lt;br /&gt;so am done venting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970728261422925612-4493885490251799590?l=chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/feeds/4493885490251799590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970728261422925612&amp;postID=4493885490251799590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/4493885490251799590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/4493885490251799590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-this-alone.html' title='In this alone'/><author><name>silverbells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11591743115933984834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970728261422925612.post-5683821454632510701</id><published>2009-03-05T17:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:45:22.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess that I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I guess that I am back to the blogging world for good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;back in just a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;that's a record man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;today is a new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it's a friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;fridays are good cos it's the end of the work week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i'm working at dhl today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;that's shitty but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;better than sitting at home mourning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;yes mourning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;not a loss of  my own but a loss of someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;so well i think i'm falling for this boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i didn't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i stopped myself from every fully liking him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;but i guess when it happened it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;at first i was like eh why don't i seem as emotionally attached?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;then it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;that day when he spoke, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and tears streamed down my face, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;cos i didnt want him to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it was no longer abt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it was more about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i don't have this fear easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;not for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;but for him my heart constantly worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i pray everytime for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;im immensely closer to god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;all thanks to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he always reminds me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;that i should pray before i see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i worry about him alot but i trust in god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;so i surrender these fears and anxiety to god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;if this is meant to be it will work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i have to wait though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;all in his time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;so yes it's very difficult as of now for me to put my finger on how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;but overall i think im happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i am blessed and i could never thank god enough for my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;second week of lent is going smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i have faced many temptations and tests of my faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it never is easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;but im holdin on tight to my faith cos it's all i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ps: what is this world coming to???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i was just on tagged, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;viewing what it's like and im like omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;are u freakin serious???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;is society that immoral now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;im freaked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;should i even get married to bring kids into this world??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it's a scary thought exposing my children to the society as it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i have no means to protect them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;what is wrong wit me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i'm talking abt my non existent kids like they exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970728261422925612-5683821454632510701?l=chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/feeds/5683821454632510701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970728261422925612&amp;postID=5683821454632510701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/5683821454632510701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/5683821454632510701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-that-i-am.html' title='Guess that I am...'/><author><name>silverbells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11591743115933984834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970728261422925612.post-1690594928081723650</id><published>2009-03-04T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:37:29.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eons</title><content type='html'>well it's been eons since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;so i've decided to start again cos it's too much to keep it all in.&lt;br /&gt;i am way too stressed.&lt;br /&gt;i swear if my life or the world ended at this very moment,&lt;br /&gt;i'd be immensely happy.&lt;br /&gt;i've been sleep deprived and i cant think.&lt;br /&gt;i am feelin so confused and i dunno wad i want.&lt;br /&gt;i dun know if i shld think abt it.&lt;br /&gt;or if i should juz let it be.&lt;br /&gt;i need prayers now.&lt;br /&gt;please pray if u read this.&lt;br /&gt;pray that i have peace.&lt;br /&gt;pray that god give me the strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad a terrible way to start bloggin again.&lt;br /&gt;its sad but this is wat's happening now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970728261422925612-1690594928081723650?l=chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/feeds/1690594928081723650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970728261422925612&amp;postID=1690594928081723650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/1690594928081723650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/1690594928081723650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/2009/03/eons.html' title='eons'/><author><name>silverbells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11591743115933984834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970728261422925612.post-4500693386350613313</id><published>2009-01-05T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T02:39:20.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;So I keep asking myself why me? Why does all the bad things happen to me? ME ME ME. Freaking selfish I have been haven't I?? This bloody world isn't about me. It's about everyone. I am totally missing the bigger picture here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I can sit crying and fussing all day long. Feeling sorry for myself and how life sucks for me and all that bullshit. But seriously, for what? They are many people out there who are in much worse positions than I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I can sit crying about it or complaining about pala but hey I know he needed me and that's why i was there for him and I needed him too. It wasn't parasitism. It was mutualism. So i'm gonna quit doing this. Quit making a fuss and count my blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am blessed to have a wonderful mother who stuck by me through everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am blessed to have a brother who may not be the super loving and caring type but I know he has my back and wishes the best for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am blessed to have grandparents who are so loving and giving and have made me who I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am blessed to have a maid who loves me like her own sister and never lets me cry alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am blessed to have a doggie who is so cute that he always never fails to put a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am blessed to have met pala and been with him as he has made me the person I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am blessed to have a uncle who despite his own problems always has time for me and my problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am blessed to have friends who are so wonderful to have remained by my side through the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am blessed to have my angel Tanya, whose constant love and concern has got me through the hardest times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am blessed to be in the course that I want and doing the job that I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am blessed to have no shortage of food and money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am blessed to have all the luxuries that I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am blessed to have good health and safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am truly blessed and I cannot thank God enough for that and I definately know it is his will and I know this is all what he wants for me. I did surrender to him and he took him away. I don't know why or how this came to an end but it did. I again surrender my life to my lord and pray he makes me stronger and makes me a better person. I need the strength to carry on and move on.&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/8970728261422925612-4500693386350613313?l=chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/feeds/4500693386350613313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970728261422925612&amp;postID=4500693386350613313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/4500693386350613313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/4500693386350613313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-me.html' title='why me'/><author><name>silverbells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11591743115933984834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970728261422925612.post-1504058492442852867</id><published>2008-12-28T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:08:59.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The great round up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So it's that time of the year when it's time to reflect on 2008. Many things happened this year. More nearer to the end of the year than the start. I started the year more and more close to completely being devoted to someone for the rest of my life. But as the year came to a close I am single. It's not an easy thing to deal with but I feel over the years I have become more strong and can accept more than I was usually able to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I had many lasts this year. It's horrible to let go and move on but change is good. No point holding and clinging to something that is of no use. My thinking towards a lot has changed. I don't trust people as easily as I used to. I have learnt to draw certain lines and to erase certain lines. I was distancing myself from many dear frens whom I'm finally reconnecting with and it's splendid! I truly feel loved now more than ever. This time when I shower my love on people I actually feel the same love being reciprocated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I have learnt a lot about love. I am glad it happened now. I'm only 20 and having to handle everything at this age seems a bit too much but I'm grateful that I have had the chance to learn life's biggest lessons at this age and to not repeat them later on in life. I thought that I'll never be able to move on after all the heart breaks. However I could and I did. There are days when I wake up and don't think of him at all. There are also days that I wake up and I can't stop thinking about him. My love for him was true and it explains why I am so deeply hurt. It makes me so strong however, when I realise that as the days go by. Not a single call or message comes from him. I don't even think that he misses me even once in the time that has gone by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;God has blessed me with a wonderful family and I can never thank him enough. My uncles more than make up for the lack of love from my father. My grandfather is my hero and I love him to bits. My family means the world to me and I know they love me like crazy. For them I won't give up. If there is one reason why I am still strong today it's all thanks to my family and their love and support and most importantly prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I thank God for a wonderful year and pray that the year ahead would also be as blessed as this year. I pray that God continues to bless us all and keep us safe in his love and care and protect each and everyone of us. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970728261422925612-1504058492442852867?l=chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/feeds/1504058492442852867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970728261422925612&amp;postID=1504058492442852867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/1504058492442852867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/1504058492442852867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-round-up.html' title='The great round up'/><author><name>silverbells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11591743115933984834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970728261422925612.post-5323837573638463059</id><published>2008-12-18T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T03:57:49.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow!</title><content type='html'>Dannia was just saying that day about there being hail in aussie and cher was saying how maybe next it's gonna snow in sg. I think it should snow! Let it snow! It was raining so much lately but all of a sudden it stopped! It's not cold anymore. Please let it rain atleast???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling all sad and horrible abt being single and not having the rest of my life go as I had it planned. Well everything happens for a reason right??? I have faith and trust that God has somethign planned for me. Seriously what else can I do right? I can only wait and see what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very pissed. Trust is so important. I just don't understand how I could have so easily trusted someone who has just come into my life and messed it all up. I am beyond pissed. I've been having a bloody migrane since it has happened. 3 bloody years of my life. I wasted my teen years. When I could have been out there having fun! I was wasting my time with someone I thought I could spend the rest of my life with. My life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to grow old with him. Now I'm just pissed. I wanted to stop trusting men and just be alone. Then I thought, why should i? Right? I mean isn't that what he'll want too. For me to be miserable and to achieve nothing in life. So no, I'm keepin my options open. If there is a guy for me I will open to exploring the possibilities. I don't want to spend the rest of my life mourning the loss of many years in my life. I am glad though that I woke up and realised this. If I didn't I would be wasting more of my life on a bloody fucked up loser who doesnt even deserve a second of my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970728261422925612-5323837573638463059?l=chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/feeds/5323837573638463059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970728261422925612&amp;postID=5323837573638463059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/5323837573638463059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/5323837573638463059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow!'/><author><name>silverbells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11591743115933984834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970728261422925612.post-5604515391046353905</id><published>2008-12-08T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T02:39:20.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><title type='text'>Lessons in life</title><content type='html'>Well the past few weeks have been very challenging and trying. I was at my weakest and basically I was so broken and hurt. Without a doubt, the worst feeling in this world would have to be loving someone who does not love you back. I never understood how and why people could spend years loving someone and fall out in a split second. I always thought it was the other party who was not always being supportive and not treating them as they should be treated. However I was in for a shock. It happened to me. I loved him like crazy, I changed my whole life for him, I followed restrictions that he set for me. Basically I did everything as he wanted. I must admit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not as wonderful as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; making myself out to be but I really did try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all for talking about problems or if anything was disturbing. Yet, he couldn't come to me. I have never loved like this before. I guess he is truly my first real love and that life goes on but it's not easy. I never thought it would be this hard. It broke my heart to have him holding me one day and the next he doesn't even want to stand near me. I kept saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; after this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; move on. I tried to think of all the mean stuff he did to me. Friends tried helping, saying that there were other fish in the water and that I deserved better. At that point, all I could think of was well I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with him. I didn't mind accepting him for him. No one understood. Worse still I had some friends who told me hey lets do it together! We both know we deserve better so lets do this together and we'll get over the pain together. Well they're still happily with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bfs&lt;/span&gt; after they cheated on them and though they know it never will work out how they want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, again, what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; getting to is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; alone in this and I really shouldn't expect anyone to journey with me. I got myself into this mess. I trusted him. When they world told me he wasn't right, I just refused to believe them. I thought he'll change. I thought that if my love was true that he'll love me and cherish me. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thoght&lt;/span&gt; the more I gave him, the more he'll appreciate me. Never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have made a list of NO-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NOs&lt;/span&gt; in a relationship. A list for myself, but maybe anyone could use it as a checklist too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You don't need a man's money cos your an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;independant&lt;/span&gt; woman who can support herself, however it ain't gonna work if you have to pay for the man cos he never has any money. If you pay all the time that ain't right too, I mean hello he can't call himself a man for doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) He has to respect you and everything about you, be it your appearance or your believes. If he ridicules you or tries to insinuate that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;doens't&lt;/span&gt; like that about you, seriously, you shouldn't  be liking HIM after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Does he try to be what you want him to be? If he doesn't, he never will.. He obviously doesn't love you enough to do whatever it takes to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If a man says he doesn't like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;PDA&lt;/span&gt;, it's just an excuse. If you love someone you'd want to always show them that you love them and that your happy to have them by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If your bf cheats on you. Seriously, do I even need to be saying this. But yes, if he cheats on you, kick his balls and run far far away, leave him with the other girl to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If you just feel that this isn't it, but you've been together for so long and don't have the heart to leave him. Then, tell yourself this, better late than never right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's easy for me to say all this and if someone reading this is going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; a similar situation, then this what I have to say. I'm saying this to myself too, cos I do lose heart at times and wanna go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end. As much as it hurts and as much as you just want to give up on life and love, don't. I believe in Karma, what you give is what you get. What goes around comes around. So leave it to fate. It's gonna be difficult to change the life you were living. From having him always around to just being alone. I for one thought that I was going to marry this guy. Friends won't always be there, in fact it's more often than not, your all alone. You'd feel like everything is against you. I felt that I lost my lucky clover. That all my luck was gone and I was just having one bad day after another. I dread even doing anything. All I want to do is sit down and cry and cry and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I stop and think,what is he doing. Lo and behold! He's having the time of his life. Guys deal with pain differently. They blame everyone else for all the problems. They dig up the past.They use one tiny mistake you did and say hey she did this! She is the problem. They wanna always win and showing emotion would mean loosing to them. So the put aside all the good times and think of everything bad that ever happened and any mistakes you ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be the bigger person, both figuratively and literally and say hey sure, you can put the blame on me. Cos one day he will know. You can run for as long as you want, but one day you have to stop and catch your breathe. Then you'll know. I won't be there to see you realise but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be content knowing that one day you will and if you don't then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; glad too cos it just proves again what kind of incorrigible selfish, heartless person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget the good time though and it's ok to remember them cos they were part of my life and my past. I'll miss him terribly, i'll miss him smell, the ways he feels, his kisses, his voice. I'm so angry with him for doing this to me but I also loved him so much and I want him to be happy and I really pray that God takes good care of him and keeps him safe. I'll always love him and he'll always always have a huge place in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970728261422925612-5604515391046353905?l=chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/feeds/5604515391046353905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970728261422925612&amp;postID=5604515391046353905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/5604515391046353905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/5604515391046353905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/2008/12/lessons-in-life.html' title='Lessons in life'/><author><name>silverbells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11591743115933984834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970728261422925612.post-7366275443243431659</id><published>2008-11-09T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:23:20.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whoo hoo! I'm back. I just can't stay away from blogging that long. I was talking to a few of my classmates a few days back and they were saying that I have great imagination and that I seem to like to tell stories. It brought back memories of me writing my lame little stories in secondary school. I still have some of the books and I can't believe I wrote such bullshit. I sure had huge dreams. Anyways life is more different now and I barely have time to write anything. I do hope to persue it in the future though. So for now, I shall just stick to story telling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adfun is very stressful and lsew. Well it's needless to say I never got a long with a certain someone and well that person is on my case again and getting on my very last nerves. I will control myself. It will only last for another week and then I'm done with tp until april next year. Time for a change I think. Hoping Changkat Changi would not be a culture shock to me. Been handling a lot of stress these past few weeks. Thankfully, things have mellowed down and I'm getting my act back together. Also the holidays looks to  be promising. I am superbly happy that many major problems have been resolved in my life and that things have taken a turn for the better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4/8 class gathering coming up in december. Also trying to book a chalet for the family. Kinda late but shall try my luck.&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/8970728261422925612-7366275443243431659?l=chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/feeds/7366275443243431659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970728261422925612&amp;postID=7366275443243431659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/7366275443243431659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970728261422925612/posts/default/7366275443243431659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechipbriyani.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!'/><author><name>silverbells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11591743115933984834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
