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href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6761445483954516031/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Strawberri3ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17533689331302580531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="25" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KIWI2r-dzE/S9C4nDPodGI/AAAAAAAAALs/m9YQIFS6x1Q/S220/me.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LifeInABoxOfChocolates" /><feedburner:info uri="lifeinaboxofchocolates" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MASHc-fCp7ImA9WhRbGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6761445483954516031.post-3748602016963477928</id><published>2012-02-10T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T23:30:49.954-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-10T23:30:49.954-08:00</app:edited><title>Workaholic in the Making</title><content type="html">Although I have given in to many retail therapy sessions, I have got to say that as weird as it might sound, the best comfort for me is in working. It gives me a sense of comfort that at times, even shopping for shoes at 4am in the morning doesn't give me. Perhaps its the secret pleasure of knowing that I am one of those few people that actually loves their job, and at the same time allows me to earn a little bit of cash while taking part in this form of "entertainment."&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't get me wrong, there are those days where all I want to do, &amp;nbsp;is curl up in my bed and watch continuous episodes of &lt;i&gt;Suburgatory&lt;/i&gt;, and be entertained for hours with my favorite kind of dry sarcastic remarks. I am lucky though that these days don't come around very often.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just now watched the clock on my computer turn to 2:30 AM, and I have no idea how to end this blog entry. I am clearly out of practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761445483954516031-3748602016963477928?l=lifeinaboxofchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am back. Probably not by choice as in I chose to be up at this hour; although I do count it as a guilty pleasure of downloading yet another new app for this endeavor. &lt;br /&gt;
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Much time has gone by since my last post. Although event-wise nothing much has happened, (my website is still "half" done) I do believe I've made quite a transformation as a person. I'm still not quite sure whether I like this person or not. Maybe on hind sight I would think of this as yet another one of my "rebellious stages" that I happen to have every so often. But this is who I have become now. &lt;br /&gt;
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What I am now is equivalent to that use-to-be redhead from America's Next Top Model. Maybe not in that out of the closet lesbian sorta way, but I call myself "free." Free with those huge stupid air quotation marks around the word. Like she was actually running away from something or someone... I like to see it more of settling into what was meant to be all along. &lt;br /&gt;
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I used to be that girl with the bi-weekly manicures. Now my favorite signature look is that constant chipped nail(s) that's always staring back at me. I used to care about being nice to someone, to not even trying. I'm now that person that relish in spending time by myself simply because it's easier that way. Im so far gone, I now romanticize eating a cracker and swallowing Tylenol by myself in the kitchen in the middle of the night after a round of having my head in the toilet from throwing up. &lt;br /&gt;
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In some weird sick twisted way, I actually enjoy this new me.  I love not having to pretend that my mom makes any sense or that she even tries to hide the fact that I am her least favorite child. Or that she even made a positive difference in my life. No longer having to nod at dry shallow "adult conversation" that explained why she even bothered to ask what I was doing with my life lately. She just wanted to show others that she actually was involved with her daughters' life. &lt;br /&gt;
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The best part? I can scream like a maniac about the injustice of it all when I could only do so in my dreams before. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am free. &lt;br /&gt;
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In anticipation of the soon to be going live Eight Bit Zoo website, I have finally remade my new splash page. How this one differs from my last one, is its closer resemblance and&amp;nbsp;aesthetic&amp;nbsp;to my new site! Check it out&amp;nbsp;&lt;a data-mce-href="http://eightbitzoo.com" href="http://eightbitzoo.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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As well, exciting news! Finally decided on a company to print my t-shirts on! Whoop!But that's still a long way away since the website is taking priority right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;
xoxo&lt;br /&gt;
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These shows always makes me think of all the times in the past where I did not defend myself or stand up for what I believe in just because I wanted to keep a guy happy. It is not until now that I finally feel what it is like to be an equal in a relationship. Most importantly, to be loved for who I am, and not who I can become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761445483954516031-722116611213827204?l=lifeinaboxofchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Exciting! So every Thursday, there will be a little bit of growing done at &lt;a href="http://www.eightbitzoo.com/"&gt;Eight Bit Zoo&lt;/a&gt;.. stay tuned and check back peeps!&lt;br /&gt;
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Also new: a Facebook like button! We'll be launching Eight Bit Zoo's official Facebook page as well as a revamp of Twitter page!!&lt;br /&gt;
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So many exclamation marks so little time...&lt;br /&gt;
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So things have been pretty crazy lately. That of course, is pretty much the biggest understatement of the year.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.paperpeopleclothing.com/"&gt;Paper People Clothing&lt;/a&gt; project is soon going to be wrapped up. I couldn't have asked for a better project to have taken on, since Jennifer has put my name out there in any instance possible! Without having to say, I am really really&amp;nbsp;grateful for this since she didn't really have to. But if you would like to be part of the hype, she recently mentioned me in one of her interviews! &lt;a href="http://www.suite101.com/content/paper-people-clothing-a381954"&gt;(click)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And being the overly-ambitious person that I am, another huge (yet totally exciting) thing has happened. Since I've decided a while back that the way to go for me would be freelance, I thought it was actually time to take action. Well, I didn't think it was but with a little push and shove from someone who in my mind I secretly regarded as my mentor, I am now going to take that scary step. Scary not because I don't &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;crave it, but because I am obviously just starting out and far from being financially stable. Everything is costing &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;much more than I anticipated. Logging in my expenditures has definitely been scary!&lt;br /&gt;
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So having said that, I now have a splash page to &lt;a href="http://www.eightbitzoo.com/"&gt;my website&lt;/a&gt;. I'll probably get a ton of questions as to why I named it what it is currently (unless you were one of the unfortunate fews who actually had me mumbling at you at every which hour!) As well, my business cards are printing and will soon be on the way! So hopefully there will be more to post on here soon. As well, there will be weekly surprises to my website until its final&amp;nbsp;official&amp;nbsp;launch! So you'll all just have to stay tuned. The goal here is to slowly unveil what my company is going to be like at a steady interval.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enough of staring at the screen!&lt;br /&gt;
xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eightbitzoo.com/"&gt;A little teaser for my site :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761445483954516031-6788331490606727396?l=lifeinaboxofchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A hobby I've been considering is painting. I've done tons of it ever since I was little since I was an art freak and all, but I guess I was just never freaky enough. It would sound so.. I don't know, just &lt;i&gt;something,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;if I were to come on here one day and just say I was working on a painting. However, I think I've spent more time thinking about painting than actually painting. The whole thing just seems too messy. I rather shop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've been so wrapped up with what technology can do, even cutting something seems too messy. In Photoshop, you can always just crop something, or Command+ Z something. The thought of even picking up a pair of scissors, and the&amp;nbsp;possibility&amp;nbsp;of cutting a jagged line sends shivers up and down my spine. What would I do then, if I were to cut something wrong? Where is that undo function?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The use of Photoshop has been so engrained in my head that I would spend &lt;i&gt;hours&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;thinking of all the things I can do with it, if only it applied to real life. Not only would I have the undo function (plus the redo function if I change my mind again afterwards), but &lt;i&gt;oh, the&amp;nbsp;possibilities! &lt;/i&gt;Airbrushing my skin to perfection: never having to worry about that zit in the middle of your forehead. Or the setbacks of being an insomniac. What about that slightly crooked nose, or unaligned teeth? I'd liquify and warp it all away! And that hair colour that I want and never seem to stick? And those abs I've been eyeing on that fitness model? Just typing it out now is making me excited from all the&amp;nbsp;possibilities!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If only...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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That, and I got paid! yehyehhhhh&lt;br /&gt;
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Now onto the next one...&lt;br /&gt;
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Click on the logo below to see the site y'all:&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess it could be worse..&lt;br /&gt;
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But back to my title: that is what I've decided. I am going to be a hermit until this summer ends.&lt;br /&gt;
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I always relate to food. Before I was a stuffed pepper. I guess not I am a piece of white bread.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;not nutritious&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;bleached white, and artificial&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;is not filling or interesting&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;has a bad taste in the mouth..&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;not really a full meal... which kind've reflects my blog lately... choppy&lt;/li&gt;
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Time to inhale my work!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel like a stuffed pepper and all that runs through my &amp;nbsp;head lately are codes.&lt;br /&gt;
If this allergy slash cold slash whatever this thing is keeps up, I swear I'll be barfing up&amp;nbsp;hash-tags, javascript and uncropped pictures...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Too much caffeine, not enough sleep, and definitely not enough desire for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So this post is going to be exactly what it says in the title: lists. Why? Because I don't feel like sleeping just yet. I'm still trying to chase my mind ('cause it's still running... haha...?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Television shows watched lately:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Franklin and Bash&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The Nine Lives of Chloe King&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Mad Love&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hiccups&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Cougar Town&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Life Unexpected&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Love in the Wild&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Make Me a Supermodel&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Project Runway&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The Other Truth - 真相&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Facebook games addicted to:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My Shops&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Green Farm&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Castle &amp;amp; Co&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;DDTank&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Food I am craving:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sushi&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;President's Choice Chocolate Chip Cookies (Yes, the brand does matter)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;All Dress Chips&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Ketchup Chips&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Gingerale&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Pillsbury Mini Pizzas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Bread from out of the oven&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Warm Toast&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Cinnamon Buns&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Porkchop Bun from&amp;nbsp;Phoenix&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Coconut Bun from T&amp;amp;T&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Chicken Noodle Soup&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Cookies and Cream Icecream from Breyers&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dairy Queen soft serve ice cream&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;McDonald's Oreo McFlurry&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Lava cookie from Red Lobster&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sunny Side-up Eggs with Toast&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hot dog with lots of ketchup, mustard and relish&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Pepperoni peeled one by one off a slice of pizza&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Soggy Fries&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Poutine from either Harvey's or KFC&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
Books I've read lately:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Random books by Sherrilyn Kenyon&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Mr. Maybe by Jane Green&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Something Borrowed by Emily Giffin&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Love the One You're With, also by Emily Giffin&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Rules of Work by Templar&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A page of Sweet Valley Confidential by Francine Pascal (don't even get me started!!)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Last Sacrifice (Vampire Academy Series) by Richelle Mead&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Skimmed The Carlyes Series by&amp;nbsp;Cecily von Ziegesar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Started Omnitopia Dawn by Diane Duane&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The Summer I Turned Pretty by Jenny Han&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Wither by Lauren DeStefano&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Bossypants by Tina Fey&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Starting Morganville Vampires series by Rachael Caine&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Tried to reread the Twilight Series&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Rereading Ender's Game series (LOVE!)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
The times when I've questioned my own sanity:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;too many to list out&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Anyways, hope you enjoyed this time-waster as much as I did!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
xoxo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
It's almost 3 AM and I still feel like I can do more. Maybe things can be aligned better, or there's got to be a better code for that thing on the website, that leads to this other thing that can also maybe look better. I wish I had this kind of relationship with exercise. If only.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lots of progress on the website for Paper People Clothing today. Finally got my butt to work, as I've been doing nothing but dragging it around lately. The blank squares on there is driving me nuts, but that is out of my control for now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I was working on the site, I realized I still have not updated my portfolio or revamped my own site. It's gotten to the point where they are so outdated, &amp;nbsp;I definitely do not want to show anyone either of those. That means I can't even link my stupid site to give myself credit.. huge bummer... Bleh. I have some idea as to what I want it to look like, but definitely no time to start it yet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unless... is it too late to start on a website at this time? LOL! Tempting..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want the domain name ideazoo.com, but apparently it's taken... and it's not even taken by some kool. I am disappointed to say the least. Plus, after doing some google-ing, it's also a design firm already. And there I was thinking it was the most creative idea ever. Maybe I can just add the word "the" infront of it... haha.. nope, wait, it's taken too... ugh.. makes me wish I was alive when internet first became popular, so I can grab some domains..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As a side note, my hobby of the day:&amp;nbsp;vacuuming&amp;nbsp;spiders. Fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761445483954516031-1445050430663617352?l=lifeinaboxofchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
It's not about what is written here, it's what I've erased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761445483954516031-7631379900762722790?l=lifeinaboxofchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Someone help me. After around 2 hours of sleep (which is rounding up and not down), I am wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The lazy person in me wants me to lounge around in bed all day... while the other part... haha who am I kidding, there is no other part! But the worst thing about being awake and just lying there, is the painful awareness that parts of your body becomes numb after a certain period of time. This causes me to have to shift and change positions. This is a&amp;nbsp;nuisance.&amp;nbsp;And in my opinion, defeats the whole purpose of lounging around. If I have to move, it might as well be moving productively.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And that leads to why I am sitting in front of the computer before one in the afternoon for once.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Man life is hard... LOL&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*** btw is it just me, or is there a new UI to this whole posting thing? I'm not complaining though! Looks wayyyy more sleek and doesn't look like I'm typing in a random textbox on Zuup :) LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761445483954516031-8816037811754197634?l=lifeinaboxofchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I was thinking of all the progress we've been making lately. Our relationship in the past has suffered a lot because I was either busy with my work, or just plain lazy. The last thing I want to do is make you feel neglected again, but I have something to confront you about.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have been missing the feel of a pen in my hand, and the way it seem to magically transform a mess of scribbles into unfinished thoughts that only I would understand. What I'm trying to say is, I would like to explore my relationship with someone new: the hard cover diary I've been eyeing at the store lately.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know this will not be easy for you to listen to, but every time I see it on the shelf in that old cramped up store, at the old Chinese mall near my house, I feel like it's the only thing that calls out to me. I promised I'll not let our relationship slip away again. But I want to do this for me. I know I already have a lot to be thankful for: like the worn out cover that shows how much I love my sketchbook, or the twenty-seven dollars and ten cents you promise me when I click the 'Monetize' tab, but I feel like it's still not enough. What I need is to feel the texture of the paper rub against my knuckles as I write, and the&amp;nbsp;satisfaction&amp;nbsp;of flipping the pages. I'm scared. I'm scared I'll forget how to write with a pen again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe we can make out an agreement, like typing the most interesting of thoughts and reorganize them on here? I swear your pictures will always be more colourful than the scribbled out messes that I occasionally might draw in there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let me know what you think, and remember: you will always be a significant part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761445483954516031-4917405247436023390?l=lifeinaboxofchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I particularly like the "mosaic" view. I guess it wouldn't really work as well, or look that pretty if the blog doesn't have as much pictures. But being the narcissist that I am, obviously I was trying this out with my own blog! Haha, and I thought it looked pretty awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sG8687kJ9x8/ThIj38IVLSI/AAAAAAAAAQk/WOiB1AQCrQ0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-04+at+4.24.49+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sG8687kJ9x8/ThIj38IVLSI/AAAAAAAAAQk/WOiB1AQCrQ0/s320/Screen+shot+2011-07-04+at+4.24.49+PM.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mX-Bdrpd3SI/ThIkOchFMMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/saGyjYkqqAo/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-04+at+4.24.22+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mX-Bdrpd3SI/ThIkOchFMMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/saGyjYkqqAo/s320/Screen+shot+2011-07-04+at+4.24.22+PM.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Yea, it's chopped up in the middle and missing a piece, but who needs three screenshots when you can see it for yourself? &lt;a href="http://lifeinaboxofchocolates.blogspot.com/view/mosaic"&gt;(click)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761445483954516031-6151882809683424924?l=lifeinaboxofchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I can upload and share the picture I took of this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761445483954516031-2034254197529134983?l=lifeinaboxofchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxAdINs2hhM/TguTanBEsTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/xJNvjRybdO4/s1600/chickennoodle" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxAdINs2hhM/TguTanBEsTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/xJNvjRybdO4/s320/chickennoodle" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imagined the house flooded with water right around me, and how I wouldn't care. The water rising up until it got up to a little bit lower than my knees. The tiled floor replaced by a soft layer of sand that I can wiggle my toes in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I kick around the water, splashing like a little kid. When I get tired, I sit on the edge of the wooden table in my kitchen that tries too hard to be fancy. Rest my bowl of chicken noodle soup on my knees and eat.&lt;br /&gt;
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______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
Then I started to think about how as a kid, I had believed the numbers from one to ten were tiny little figures.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; would a stern&amp;nbsp;solider&amp;nbsp;type figure that was too full of himself (yes, they had genders) for his own good. With his head looking out towards all the other numbers thinking it was more superior. I don't blame it though, since everyone keeps telling him he's the best.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;was a handsome guy, who didn't know better. He was your average good guy who was too dumb for his own good, and too invested in his looks. He is one's only friend since they are the only ones that can stand the company of each other.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;was an old man who I could never figure out, but only always looked on the group.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;4&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;a lady. One of those you see in movies who seem to be always watching something or someone. She is quite the proper middle aged lady, and wears one of those large brimmed hats with flower on top of the ribbon. You can't help but think she always knows your dirty little secrets...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;5&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;is a middle aged man who is a little too thick around his centre. His belly is only held up by the brown leather belt he wears with everything. Most of the time it's a checkered shirt with thin blue lines running horizontally and vertically. He is secretly in love with 4, but has never admitted it to anyone and &amp;nbsp;thinks it's too late to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;6&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;is an athlete. He is quite handsome, and I think he is more handsome and manly than 2 is, but no one will ever say it out loud since no one is supposed to be good looking and kind at the same time. He is indeed my favorite number, but I always feel like that doesn't need to be said since who wouldn't love 6?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;, or Isabelle as she would like to be called at times. She is a fussy young lady who you would image would read vogue. She often wears a tight pencil skirt that reveals her well-toned body. One of those woman you'd love to hate, but can't because she just looks too perfect. It makes you wonder how much work she puts in to look as good as she does. Isabelle is absolutely gorgeous, and her only flaw is that she knows it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*** 6 and 7 are an item. They are one of those couples where girls think 6 is too good for 7, and guys think 7 is too hot to settle down. 6 is well mannered and polite to 7, although this makes people suspect his love for his other half. 7 pretends to be too full of herself and high&amp;nbsp;maintenance, but secretly she is totally in love with 6, and wonders whether he is nice to her just like he is with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;8&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;is a fat man who keeps trying to hit on 7, and plainly, people are just grossed out by him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;9&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;is a well dressed, but toned down middle age man. He is clearly rich, but keeps to himself even though he appears to be friendly enough. He is not too full of himself to say hi to the others, but it always seems like it's more of an acknowledgement than a greeting. Many think he used to be, or is still in finance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I would stop at 9, because then it just seems weird and I can't wrap my head around the idea of 10. It just was an ending to the line of numbers. And yes, they were always in a line, and never out of place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761445483954516031-8665530783204083460?l=lifeinaboxofchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got them. Not what I intended to get, but I got them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oNE7WoBmB60/Tgf9hnOhZ1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/KxRhFfGlQ5s/s1600/TOMS.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oNE7WoBmB60/Tgf9hnOhZ1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/KxRhFfGlQ5s/s400/TOMS.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks bee! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hunnie spoils me rotten! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;
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*** Just as a side note, I do realize the white border on the picture now looks really redundant... I realized this after I already made the image and uploaded it.. too lazy to fix, so I shall leave it at that :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I used to think they were the ugliest pairs of shoes on the planet, but like Crocs, they came up with more stylish... styles? And I am now seriously considering them. I mean, it is going a little bit over board I think when they show people wearing them to their &lt;i&gt;wedding&lt;/i&gt;, but I can see myself rockin a pair on a casual day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Which pair should I get?!&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't decide whether or not to get them, so I'm going to do it old school style. List of pros and cons!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Pro:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;another pair of shoes to add to my huge collection (who doesn't &lt;i&gt;need &lt;/i&gt;more shoes right?)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;everyone is starting to get a pair, I should go with the flow... if that's even how you're supposed to use the phrase! LOL!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I need confortable shoes...sort've&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;they're stylish and pretty.. kinda..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;seems to be trendy nowadays&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I'll get paid sooner or later, &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;what would I do with my money?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;buying them will ease the itch to finally get a pair and get it over with&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Con:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;another pair of shoes to add to my huge collection (where would I even put them?)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;wearing confortable shoes is like admitting you're old, I shall not go there&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;they still look like bandages..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;might not even fit into my style and will be at risk of being a behind the closet pair of shoes&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;doesn't go with the fuzzy keychain my boyfriend bought me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I don't need to spend more money&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I shall not give in to fashion trends I don't believe in...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, tell me if I'm missing something&amp;nbsp;crucial!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might be too late anyways... since... guess who's going shoe-browsing tomorrow?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6761445483954516031-3629004793070489215?l=lifeinaboxofchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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