<?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-8057197</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:29:25.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot as Spice, Cool as Ice.</title><subtitle type='html'>Do you want it hot or cold?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Hot Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545139644231051832</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057197.post-109835205772725079</id><published>2004-10-21T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T17:47:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>................</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;Seems like peace again in this crazy relationship of mine.....&lt;br /&gt;That boy.....&lt;br /&gt;Just confused....&lt;br /&gt;At my expense........&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;It better not happen again cuz my heart ain't that strong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109835205772725079?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109835205772725079/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109835205772725079' title='9 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109835205772725079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109835205772725079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title='................'/><author><name>The Hot Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545139644231051832</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057197.post-109833468219168834</id><published>2004-10-21T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T12:58:02.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So wat happens now?</title><content type='html'>Was going to blog about the downs of love, but i guess there's no need for me to now...&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAaaa......&lt;br /&gt;Yippeee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109833468219168834?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109833468219168834/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109833468219168834' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109833468219168834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109833468219168834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-wat-happens-now.html' title='So wat happens now?'/><author><name>The Cool Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15563862101648998683</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-8057197.post-109824666706528409</id><published>2004-10-20T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T08:20:03.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My head is throbbing......&lt;br /&gt;My heart is pumping......&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are tearing......&lt;br /&gt;My heart is aching......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm wrong after all...&lt;br /&gt;That you don't wanna perservere after all though you said you tried...&lt;br /&gt;But did you really try...?&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic what i posted yesterday just crumbles with wat you have to say...&lt;br /&gt;You said you do love me, then why this action?&lt;br /&gt;So in that case i'll assume that you do not love me or love me less than before....&lt;br /&gt;But why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;You said you do not know what is the reason to your action but you don't want me to suffer anymore than i should now....&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what my ex all said to me despite your denials that you are not like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must know that i will definately be hurt...&lt;br /&gt;Short term pain right now than long term pain in future you said...&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know this will hurt me for a very long period?&lt;br /&gt;It won't be short term like what i told you 1 week or something about the previous guy...&lt;br /&gt;Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;It took me 1&amp;half yr to get involved with u after my previous&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty much withdrawn over a guy i didn't love....&lt;br /&gt;He was just someone i like...&lt;br /&gt;And still it hurt me....&lt;br /&gt;But you...&lt;br /&gt;You should know what you mean to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what you said about not breaking up with me unless i'm the one who initiate or i go astray?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it you didn't think about that when you decide to take action now?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you say it in the first place if our relationship is not firm enough?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you make so many empty promises to me??&lt;br /&gt;Where have all our happy memories drifted to?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you decide to forgo those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i haven't shown enough care &amp;amp; love for you...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i am right... That i'm just someone whom you enjoy the company...&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Maybe you won't miss me after this cuz there isn't any memories for you to linger on...&lt;br /&gt;I will though...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the times you buy me honey lemon green tea...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the times you force me to buy something i refused to at mobil...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the times you massage me when i'm exhausted even though you are too yourself...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the times we took so many happy photos at Esplanade/chalet/Bird Park/Sentosa...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the times you pat me to sleep with a smile on your face...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the times we wrestled on bed and end up laughing at each other...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the times we fought alongside each other in LOTR...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the times we go swimming together and splashed water more than exercise...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the times you stare at me in the eyes lovingly with a lopsided grin...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the times we dine in places where we should have save our money for just hawker...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the times you hold my hand and give it a gentle peck...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the times i took the countless of cab rides to your place just to be with you...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the times you flick my fringe away from my forehead to give me a kiss on it...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the huggies we shared so many a times...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss so many many other times.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not even miss these times...&lt;br /&gt;Cuz if you did, i'm sure more efforts will be put into the relationship&lt;br /&gt;But you can't be bothered...&lt;br /&gt;You tried and you can't...&lt;br /&gt;So tat's bad you said...&lt;br /&gt;You've hurt me so much....&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I miss everything..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made me a better person...&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i never can share my true feelings to anyone at all...&lt;br /&gt;Yet i can to you...&lt;br /&gt;And now...&lt;br /&gt;You just make me cry incessantly...&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop yet i must force myself to...&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i have to look strong in front of others &amp;amp; i cant cry in public...&lt;br /&gt;But you....&lt;br /&gt;You should know how reliant i am towards you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really that strong a person.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;Yes...&lt;br /&gt;An awfully painful one though....&lt;br /&gt;But memories will never be erased.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe you can do such a thing to me.....&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much for me to take...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109824666706528409?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109824666706528409/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109824666706528409' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109824666706528409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109824666706528409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-ironic.html' title='How Ironic'/><author><name>The Hot Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545139644231051832</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-8057197.post-109817925561732307</id><published>2004-10-19T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T14:57:37.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Does Forever Ever Last?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/34/1213/1024/heart.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/34/1213/400/heart.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart-shaped cloud &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know....&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, i never believe in long distance relationships....&lt;br /&gt;Though at one pt i might have gotten in that sorta situation,&lt;br /&gt;But it was quickly "rectified" and my relationship was back to the normal where we can still see each other in the same country....&lt;br /&gt;For long distance relationship, one thing you gotta have is trust and belief in your other half&lt;br /&gt;And the thing about it is that it has to, Has to be both ways....&lt;br /&gt;If one gets too lonely in his/her country...&lt;br /&gt;Chances are he/she will stray....&lt;br /&gt;Which is why long distance relationships almost nvr work out for most couples...&lt;br /&gt;And in your case cool chick if you're referring to cheryl tan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not to worry bout your own boy though...&lt;br /&gt;Hee....&lt;br /&gt;Cuz even if he is heading overseas&lt;br /&gt;he will be too tied down over his studies to look at sexy japanese/singaporean/china girls over there....&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course he prefers to stray than to study la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho ho!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so evil....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.........&lt;br /&gt;Watever the case, it will all boil down to you and your partner's determination and patience...&lt;br /&gt;So perservere.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i am...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether he is or not&lt;br /&gt;But i prefer to think that he is and probably probe him about it once in a while&lt;br /&gt;And drop it till i get insecured again...&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately i rather not think too far....&lt;br /&gt;What's happy for you is what's happening for you right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I do hope nobody gives in easily without a fight though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109817925561732307?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109817925561732307/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109817925561732307' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109817925561732307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109817925561732307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/10/re-does-forever-ever-last.html' title='Re: Does Forever Ever Last?'/><author><name>The Hot Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545139644231051832</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-8057197.post-109807474917922708</id><published>2004-10-18T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T12:45:49.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Forever ever Last?</title><content type='html'>Now, you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109807474917922708?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109807474917922708/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109807474917922708' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109807474917922708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109807474917922708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/10/does-forever-ever-last.html' title='Does Forever ever Last?'/><author><name>The Cool Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15563862101648998683</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-8057197.post-109696367563199389</id><published>2004-10-05T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T16:26:25.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story about Wilson and What's-her-name (Finale)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Continuing from the previous episode…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shameless flirting with the alien with a cold next door, Donia managed to get herself down with the same cold. Instead of resting well and isolating her contagious flu, she couldn’t resist woohoo-ing with Wilson, resulting in the spreading of the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the both of them sick and unwilling to clean up the trailer, everything became worse. The flowers were dried up, the kitchen was littered with snack packagings, the bathrooms flooded and both the shower &amp; sink in urgent need of repair, cockroaches scampering about the floors, and the both were getting dirtier by the days. Everyone who came to the little dirty trailer was constantly waving their hands at the manipulator, trying to tell her to help make the owners clean up…* dumdee dumdum… lalalalala…… I can’t see/hear u sims…*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, with the final dinner of food-gone-bad, Donia got further poisoned from the current poisoned status, and the Grim Reaper came along. Wilson was checking out some babe from the aliens’ family, thus missed out on the only chance to play the scissors-paper-stone game with the grim and saving Donia from death. OWw…. TOO BAD….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles * (The name, Donia was derived from a hated person’s name too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Wilson, suddenly being single, very AVAILABLE, but oso very UNWANTED, thought that now’s the time he can get into another gal’s pants. So he tried every means of charming the gals in town (yes. He tried to charm all of them.), finally realised his true "love" (yeah rite. The gal hadn’t a choice. She’s the maid, he’s her employer!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil the boy tried to get her into his dirty and unmade bed, the maid being utterly disgusted but unable to be rude to her employer, gave an excuse of her being hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wilson being the eager boy in "love", boasted of his culinary skills and proceeded to cook for her outdoors, with the grills and hotdogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unfortunate is the fact that I have conveniently forgotten to make Wilson learn cooking (u think they’ll study on their own?!) and a steady growing fire occurred right in front of the trailer. Wilson being the MCP and dying to show the Maid his prowess and manliness (which he obviously lack a lot), attempted to extinguish the fire with his own little fire extinguisher as he has forgotten to equip the fire alarm and that it was always better to call the fire dept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such stupidity then landed him in a hot situation, as he found himself engulfed in flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very coincidentally, the aliens and other unrelated sims started to walk past that pathetic patch of land and everyone had the displeasure of seeing Whiny Wilson struggle and die in the fire.&lt;br /&gt;As he hav not succeeded in claiming the maid as his wife, the grim reaper finding no one else to play the game with, finally took the disgusting git’s soul into hell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. The soap opera ends here, with the remainder of Donia’s ash urn and Wilson’s tombstone, perhaps I’ll see their ghosts when I ever move anyone (I hate) into that house lot………&lt;br /&gt;……………………………………………………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho... i jus luv being in control.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109696367563199389?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109696367563199389/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109696367563199389' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109696367563199389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109696367563199389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/10/story-about-wilson-and-whats-her-name_05.html' title='The Story about Wilson and What&apos;s-her-name (Finale)'/><author><name>The Cool Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15563862101648998683</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-8057197.post-109661492705665385</id><published>2004-10-01T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T16:29:35.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story about Wilson and What's-her-name</title><content type='html'>I know I can be real crazy sometimes, esp when I’m addicted to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the usual kind. Caffeine, drugs, NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, perhaps u have been b4 so drawn to playing some game, manipulative and controlling, making human lives wondrous or cursed, creating menaces or angels, happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can be making a spectacular life story of a beautiful being, born in a wonderful family with a silver, no, GOLD spoon firmly tucked in the mouth, rich and powerful, born to seduce life, and rule over the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR u can make a person, so forlorn that no one would think possible, poor and pathetic to the state where there’s not enuf to even survive for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely or Popular, Wealthy or Penniless, Intelligent or Dumb, Romanced or Unloved, You can make a being.&lt;br /&gt;Yes the power of playing god.&lt;br /&gt;No disrespect to almighty there.&lt;br /&gt;But there really is a game such as that.&lt;br /&gt;Why, don’t tell me you have nvr heard of the SIMS?? That’s just so not possible!!&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno wat’s with tt, but since I’m so on the topic of the Sims 2 game, I wan to blog about how I made or break lives… MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahahahaaaaaa……&lt;br /&gt;An addictive-to-the-core game I mus say, EA Games have done a fantastic job of recreating the godly game of controlling lives. This time, even for those who wanna break lives the easy way, without having to do much, one can jus create a situation for the Sim to topple to the worst on his/her own. So the moral of the story is, Revenge can be sweet (in non-reality).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for me, I hated my ex-bf. Let’s call him Wilson. I’m not really so hostile to my ex-es. Except for the one who dumped me. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;K anyways, I made a sim who looked similar to him. Ok, with a little adjustments here and there. A little crooked nose, clipped lips, ugly, straggly hair. Fat and lazy, sloppy, and so begging for romance in his life (the real wilson had been more into every other thing than in romancing me).&lt;br /&gt;There, I was nice enuf to give him a shabbily broken-down trailer, equipped with cheap but usable appliances, and a plump, sexed-up (notice that I did not use the word sexy), blondie, who had big &amp; flat nose, eyes the size of a mere slit, and dirty-blond unkempt fly-aways threatening to strangle her, if she still refuses to put a comb to it.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;So Wilson and What’s-her-name started living in that Strangetown where the strangest things happen, of which aliens occupied some of the residences…&lt;br /&gt;What’s-her-name (let’s juz give her a make-shift name, Donia) was having a house-warming party and the nice aliens went to their place to welcome them. But goodness gracious, I haven’t done a single manipulation since I gave them all the need requirements.&lt;br /&gt;And guess wat, the game just went on with me watching on.&lt;br /&gt;Wilson was trying his best in romancing Donia, but D-lady was busy flirting with the aliens to notice his affections. Wil the boy tried to make out with her, but was slapped. Oh dear, his pride was hurt to the max as the aliens stayed on in the house to watch the pathetic couple and to get fresh with Donia. Well, she was offering herself to them u know. Poor Wilson. He saw wat kind of gal his lady was, and scolded her in front of the alien men whom she was trying attract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. The Sims 2 really have a lot of surprises when u least expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I’m off for another soap opera btw Wilson &amp;amp; Donia….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109661492705665385?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109661492705665385/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109661492705665385' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109661492705665385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109661492705665385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/10/story-about-wilson-and-whats-her-name.html' title='The Story about Wilson and What&apos;s-her-name'/><author><name>The Cool Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15563862101648998683</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-8057197.post-109634995996520467</id><published>2004-09-28T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T13:39:19.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Mid Autumn Festival!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm having dinner at my boyfriend's place, hope i don't burn down the house....&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i'm gonna play with the paper lanterns that is being hung on display at his place, compliments of auntie of course....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heh heh heh.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love candles and fire..................................&lt;br /&gt;Sounds very sadomasochism eh??&lt;br /&gt;Whatever works yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Kekekekekeek.....&lt;br /&gt;I'll give him a time of his life then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like shitting now...&lt;br /&gt;And at work, i've got so many lousy customers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Having a headache because of them now....&lt;br /&gt;*growl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind....&lt;br /&gt;There's always mooncakes to whet my appetite tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K k...&lt;br /&gt;Damn it i know already!&lt;br /&gt;Back to work!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109634995996520467?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109634995996520467/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109634995996520467' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109634995996520467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109634995996520467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-is-mid-autumn-festival-im-having.html' title=''/><author><name>The Hot Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545139644231051832</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-8057197.post-109573299385870136</id><published>2004-09-21T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T10:16:33.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Drink the Blood of the BossMan.</title><content type='html'>Picturing myself doing that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moronic boss of mine have raised my blood to a boiling temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so craving a slit of his throat for that opening which i can quench my thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Stop hallucinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109573299385870136?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109573299385870136/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109573299385870136' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109573299385870136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109573299385870136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/09/to-drink-blood-of-bossman.html' title='To Drink the Blood of the BossMan.'/><author><name>The Cool Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15563862101648998683</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-8057197.post-109535037627554635</id><published>2004-09-16T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T23:59:36.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pc.gamespy.com/pc/the-sims-2/546749p1.html"&gt;http://pc.gamespy.com/pc/the-sims-2/546749p1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Freakin hilarious game review for my fave game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109535037627554635?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109535037627554635/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109535037627554635' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109535037627554635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109535037627554635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/09/httppc.html' title=''/><author><name>The Cool Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15563862101648998683</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-8057197.post-109534952203796490</id><published>2004-09-16T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T23:45:22.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hot Chick's Right.</title><content type='html'>I am so thirsting for her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red hot blood&lt;/span&gt; right now, to gush down my &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cold-blooded throat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109534952203796490?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109534952203796490/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109534952203796490' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109534952203796490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109534952203796490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/09/hot-chicks-right.html' title='The Hot Chick&apos;s Right.'/><author><name>The Cool Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15563862101648998683</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-8057197.post-109532701685541812</id><published>2004-09-16T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T17:59:33.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Break Take a Kit Kat!</title><content type='html'>Honestly we need to take things easy man&lt;br /&gt;We been lamenting too much bout our BFs that it's making me hungry....&lt;br /&gt;Thus i've decided to show you cool chick's photo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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It's not her la okay???&lt;br /&gt;Relac la....!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i've been taking a short break from my bf&lt;br /&gt;But all is well now cuz i've sorted out what i'm fuzzy bout&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i still believe that there's always a way to work things out&lt;br /&gt;and my way is this short short break&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me a better person&lt;br /&gt;cuz i've learnt to appreciate him more&lt;br /&gt;and to understand his position in his shoes&lt;br /&gt;But no that he shouldn't make use of that of course&lt;br /&gt;Well i should still take my time and think thru things first before i start to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; him&lt;br /&gt;Heeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109532701685541812?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109532701685541812/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109532701685541812' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109532701685541812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109532701685541812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/09/take-break-take-kit-kat.html' title='Take a Break Take a Kit Kat!'/><author><name>The Hot Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545139644231051832</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-8057197.post-109483342955776350</id><published>2004-09-11T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T00:23:49.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear of not being accepted.</title><content type='html'>Have u pple ever the fear of that?? of not being accepted by your other halves frens or family?? that fear that clings on to u so tightly when u r about to meet his/her parents??? his frens???? Think that they might dislike u n thus resulting in the end of a beautiful r/ship btw u n that half???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have, and I still do have that fear even up till now, after almost a year of the r/ship with my guy. Y?? oh, i dunno, insecured still???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me y??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls put it across to me in the gentlest manner.&lt;br /&gt;(considering the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot chick&lt;/span&gt; might be blazing with all her feistiness, and end up scorching and melting my ice...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109483342955776350?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109483342955776350/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109483342955776350' title='2 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109483342955776350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109483342955776350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/09/fear-of-not-being-accepted.html' title='The Fear of not being accepted.'/><author><name>The Cool Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15563862101648998683</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057197.post-109402114094419252</id><published>2004-09-01T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T15:27:10.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying Heart</title><content type='html'>It's been a sad day for both of us... It seems to me that i am expecting too much...&lt;br /&gt;It seems that i yearn too much... It seems that i cry too much... It seems that i just complain too much...&lt;br /&gt;We are sort of at the same argument going around and around, being that he is giving lesser and lesser attention to me. And when i meant attention, i meant it not about him being physically around me or him cracking silly jokes to make me "happy".&lt;br /&gt;I want my bf back. The old one who always make me feel loved even when he doesn't give me any material gifts. One who always make me feel love with his magical sweet words.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays i just get a lot of words from him, but none too sweet and more just conversational.&lt;br /&gt;Yes he says he misses &amp; loves me. Yet why is it i do not feel it. I'm not saying you dun love me my dear, but you just can't seem and won't express it to me more openly recently.&lt;br /&gt;I had only wanted you to talk about things, about me leaving for 2 yrs, about me not being around you for so long, yet you think why should we talk bout sad things when everything is confirmed now and to make us sad and cry all over...&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe it's just cuz i need support here. I need a lot of love.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz in the first place it's not by choice that i'll be leaving, it's more by force and threatening.&lt;br /&gt;I nvr want to leave, why should i? I have everything here. But now that i am leaving, even my dear fren talks to me even if it's only for a while, just so to get things straight. However you mentioned that you've gotten whatever that you need to know already through our sms.... And how sincere can that get....&lt;br /&gt;You might feel wronged, feel like i am always attacking you with all these accusations.&lt;br /&gt;But i feel neglected....&lt;br /&gt;I feel all alone now&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, But to me it seems tat you dun care about it anymore. It seems that you just wanna take it to stride yes, but also that it's so cliche that i'm doing this leaving thing again that you just can't be bothered anymore...&lt;br /&gt;That may not be what it means but it sure looks to be what it seems....&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i said i can't be bothered but it always hurt too much to not bother thus the reason why i want to talk about things, and you said you like that.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I realised that hey.... It's always me who start to talk bout things when i'm unhappy, like i'm always the grumpy one, the easily irritated one.&lt;br /&gt;And each time we talk things through we would always make a mental note not to aggravate each other so much based on the argument.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you would always end up blaming the govt, national service, the work that piles up all the time such that there's always not enough time to pacify me.&lt;br /&gt;I know that already, but even when you had the time, the only effort that you'll put in now is just to keep me company, or to bring me to eat good food.&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't mean anything to me anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Not even your words of loving me and missing me makes me feel like you really do...&lt;br /&gt;I'm really just taking things in it's own stride now.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that you do not wish to talk bout things anymore&lt;br /&gt;Just cuz it'll make us sad and cry anyway&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll leave it to that then...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to feel unhappy because i am&lt;br /&gt;I nvr want you to be unhappy because of my own feelings being knotted up&lt;br /&gt;Things are happening and happening fast, so what i can say now is that i hope you can cherish the ppl around you, i dun mean me alone, i meant everyone around you, cuz the world doesn't revolves just around you and your work. &amp;amp; based on the last few incidents, i truly hope u dun think that i'm restricting you from your freedom and frens. I dun want to do that and i do not have the intention as well.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Best to Couples out there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109402114094419252?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109402114094419252/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109402114094419252' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109402114094419252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109402114094419252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/09/crying-heart.html' title='Crying Heart'/><author><name>The Hot Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545139644231051832</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-8057197.post-109383431060808555</id><published>2004-08-30T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T10:58:00.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash-It-All-Out-Session (1)</title><content type='html'>Let me be the first of the chicks to deliver the promised entrée of trash-the-boyfren shit.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the first to release all the pent-up anger within, and blow the shit out of my weakening cool-chick image (which obviously u can see that I’m not by now).&lt;br /&gt;Roar out loud with the anguish hidden and beckon the lion’s fury and flame.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. A bit on the exaggeration. But, I have to portray that piece of anger which I feel inside u know.&lt;br /&gt;Dreary as it can be, I have absolutely no idea why that boy of mine would even consider a holiday break away from me for a matter of ten fucking days. To where? No. I’m not going to tell u cos that’s besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as I was saying, I’m not so much of a devoter and neither am I infatuated with my guy, but it would seem so that I would have grown to be exceptionally attached to him especially when he’s away… (hmmm… seems abit taking-things-for-granted-till-it’s-not-yrs… kinda..)&lt;br /&gt;I suppose he have every right to visit any place he wans at any time.&lt;br /&gt;But I juz dun wan to understand Y he have to go at a time when I’m so busy and broke and I can’t go with him.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; if he have to much free time on hand currently?? Or he has frens there he can visit?? So wat if he might not have time to visit the frens in a few months time?? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So wat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he is not allowed to find work right now?? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; if his mom has the excess cash on hand and encourages him to go for a short break after the long duration of his governmental service??? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SO FUCKING WAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; if he have to go for a short break to think things thru????????!!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I could go on n on with the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so-whats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But I think one would not be interested to read a blog solely consisting of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so-whats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Well well, I juz got interrupted by a colleague in the middle of typing my fantastic piece of literature. Kinda forgot wat I was going to continue ranting about…&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, juz to continue with what I’m trying to remember, oh yeah, I was angry at my boy, I mean am angry…&lt;br /&gt;Ks, I still am angry at him.&lt;br /&gt;Sad. That I’m now so alone. No one to pick me up from work n school. No one to send me to work with a sweet kiss and hug. No one to have long breakfasts n lunches with at the expense of my office hrs… No one to cuddle me like I’m a baby, telling me that the world and things ard are as wonderful as can be… No one to tell me that I m beautiful and then tease me being so very vain… No one I can look forward to in times of torturous work hrs and difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;Most of all No one left for me to adore, want to pamper and buy things for…&lt;br /&gt;What does he have to think about?? Wat to think thru?? Y need a break for that??? Is it that serious, so serious that he needs time away from me???&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m being very irrational and unreasonable. But it really frightens me. Think-things-thru-breaks are nvr good for r/ships in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; myself for being so not-understanding.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; my reliance upon him.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; my fear of losing him.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; the insecurity tat I feel so often.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; the fact that he can live without me but I can’t live without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate to admit, I know my dependence on him is growing at a staggering rate.&lt;br /&gt;Wat happened to the I can live without him, n he can’t live without me situation??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What on earth has happened to us??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109383431060808555?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109383431060808555/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109383431060808555' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109383431060808555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109383431060808555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/08/trash-it-all-out-session-1.html' title='Trash-It-All-Out-Session (1)'/><author><name>The Cool Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15563862101648998683</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-8057197.post-109341255661590000</id><published>2004-08-25T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T13:59:53.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[&lt;a href="http://www.funnyundies.com/wedgie_game.htm"&gt;Wedgie Game&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109341255661590000?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109341255661590000/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109341255661590000' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109341255661590000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109341255661590000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/08/wedgie-game.html' title=''/><author><name>The Cool Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15563862101648998683</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-8057197.post-109340673629403172</id><published>2004-08-25T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T13:58:06.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thong Thong thong thong thong....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/34/1213/1024/sh276money200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/34/1213/400/sh276money200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well while on the topic of undies...&lt;br /&gt;2 men from somewhere in the US walked into Walmart&lt;br /&gt;Bought 2 undies or thongs to be exact&lt;br /&gt;And came out from the gents wearing just the thongs &amp; their T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the police arrested them for public indecency and misconduct...&lt;br /&gt;But after finding out that they were actually "tripled-dog dared" by their friends&lt;br /&gt;They were ultimately not prosecuted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the thing with friends dun ya think?&lt;br /&gt;They either help you&lt;br /&gt;Or ruin you....&lt;br /&gt;I mean like&lt;br /&gt;Thongs??&lt;br /&gt;It's so uncomfortable!&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone resort to shoving a thin piece of cloth up their arse?&lt;br /&gt;Are they that desperate??&lt;br /&gt;Just wear a sweet nice soft cotton undie &amp;amp; your days of worries will all fade away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhhh.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's a dare after all&lt;br /&gt;I wonder at what expense were they willing to do that eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather wear spicy fuchsia spandex undies with spikes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just kidding.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109340673629403172?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109340673629403172/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109340673629403172' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109340673629403172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109340673629403172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/08/thong-thong-thong-thong-thong.html' title='Thong Thong thong thong thong....'/><author><name>The Hot Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545139644231051832</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-8057197.post-109336399094509718</id><published>2004-08-25T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T00:13:10.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/988/640/The%20One%20about%20the%20BSU.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/988/320/The%20One%20about%20the%20BSU.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One about the Blue-Stained Undies (as Promised)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109336399094509718?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109336399094509718/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109336399094509718' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109336399094509718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109336399094509718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/08/one-about-blue-stained-undies-as.html' title=''/><author><name>The Cool Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15563862101648998683</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-8057197.post-109336351204179575</id><published>2004-08-25T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T00:20:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One about the blue-stained Undies.</title><content type='html'>I know.. I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sells.&lt;br /&gt;like ice-creams on a sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;The market is thirsting for a scoop of scandal, incest, erotism, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;But, with tt very limited knowledge of sexuality that i possess, i think the best i can conjure up is actually this very&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;article of my blue-stained undies... i'm still wearing it man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.. (play it &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i still have no idea wat had happened tt made tt particular pink undies turn blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to show the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; firstly, i haven the original picture of the pink one.&lt;br /&gt;n secondly, my trusty camera has been whisked away by a fren for a period of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i shall resort to my extraordinary artistic skills to sketch a beautiful realistic potrait of the undies and all will be understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat i didn't understand the most is how did i ever managed to stain my fingernails too??&lt;br /&gt;the same tone n color but different times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody pls tell me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109336351204179575?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109336351204179575/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109336351204179575' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109336351204179575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109336351204179575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/08/one-about-blue-stained-undies.html' title='The One about the blue-stained Undies.'/><author><name>The Cool Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15563862101648998683</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-8057197.post-109335830195325050</id><published>2004-08-24T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T22:38:21.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/988/640/wives1.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/988/320/wives1.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109335830195325050?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109335830195325050/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109335830195325050' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109335830195325050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109335830195325050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-want-this.html' title=''/><author><name>The Cool Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15563862101648998683</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-8057197.post-109334099842553541</id><published>2004-08-24T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T17:49:58.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick not Chic</title><content type='html'>Though we may not be chic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We sure are chicks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute and adorable like chicks!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the reason for this blog is not about being chic or chick or cheeky&lt;br /&gt;in any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about bitching!&lt;br /&gt;An avenue for us to cry out our misjustice dawning upon us by our...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drum roll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOYFRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this shall begin soon&lt;br /&gt;i'm refering to the bitching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BEWARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109334099842553541?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109334099842553541/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109334099842553541' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109334099842553541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109334099842553541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/08/chick-not-chic.html' title='Chick not Chic'/><author><name>The Hot Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545139644231051832</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-8057197.post-109333726474090282</id><published>2004-08-24T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T16:47:44.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chic factor?!</title><content type='html'>Just realised that there's nothing Chic about this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;watever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109333726474090282?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109333726474090282/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109333726474090282' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109333726474090282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109333726474090282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/08/chic-factor.html' title='The Chic factor?!'/><author><name>The Cool Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15563862101648998683</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-8057197.post-109333248149765423</id><published>2004-08-24T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T15:28:01.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Chick's in the House</title><content type='html'>By the name Hot Chick, I don't think she meant the Bread Talk's Hot Chick. (Pork Floss Bun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to declare my arrival on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;icing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up yr life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109333248149765423?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109333248149765423/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109333248149765423' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109333248149765423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109333248149765423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/08/cool-chicks-in-house.html' title='Cool Chick&apos;s in the House'/><author><name>The Cool Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15563862101648998683</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-8057197.post-109333001741938296</id><published>2004-08-24T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T14:46:57.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Arrived!</title><content type='html'>Ha Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;We fashion chicks will blow you away!&lt;br /&gt;But first before i continue...&lt;br /&gt;I should first get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;We are the fashion squad&lt;br /&gt;And we are serious about our work.&lt;br /&gt;So now...&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy.&lt;br /&gt;So till next time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057197-109333001741938296?l=thechics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/feeds/109333001741938296/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057197&amp;postID=109333001741938296' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109333001741938296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057197/posts/default/109333001741938296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechics.blogspot.com/2004/08/we-have-arrived.html' title='We Have Arrived!'/><author><name>The Hot Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545139644231051832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
