tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33734793427310998672011-11-02T04:09:35.572-07:00chiknoreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373479342731099867.post-44395806770280322552011-10-16T13:44:00.000-07:002011-10-16T13:53:05.136-07:00It's 4 in the morning. *Gwen Stefani's song on cue* I haven't posted anything here for quite a while since I bought my lovely journal. But right now, I have to. I can't just vent on my journal, my mom might read it. Haha.<br /><br />Anyway, these past few days are like the usual. <br /><br />BUT FUUUUUUCK, I hate you! I can't stand the smell of you. Your face, your hair and your fucking... everything! I trust my fucking instincts. So if you guys want to mess with me, fine! I WILL FUCKING MESS WITH YOU.<br /><br />so that's how my days went. THE USUAL. <3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373479342731099867-4439580677028032255?l=obeymyrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373479342731099867.post-61564643566376445812011-08-05T17:14:00.000-07:002011-08-05T17:27:35.840-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kCVt_7fmrI/TjyHqj9EZLI/AAAAAAAAALs/liXExyrcyA4/s1600/Untitled.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kCVt_7fmrI/TjyHqj9EZLI/AAAAAAAAALs/liXExyrcyA4/s400/Untitled.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637529998836655282" /></a><br /><br /><center><b>The face that launched a thousand ships... to ruins.</center></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373479342731099867-6156464356637644581?l=obeymyrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373479342731099867.post-14406740889194634942011-08-04T08:13:00.000-07:002011-08-04T08:14:45.765-07:00UNDER PRESSURE.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373479342731099867-1440674088919463494?l=obeymyrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373479342731099867.post-22609894673480205102011-05-18T23:03:00.000-07:002011-07-31T04:48:48.242-07:00Sometimes I ask myself why I smoke. It's clearly not good for my health and heck, i look silly. <br /><br />Normally, I just shrug this thoughts off and do other things to divert my mind. But a sudden answer arises from the back of my head. More like a voice that's definitely NOT conscience.<br /><br />"Smoking feels very right at the moment." It says.<br /><br />I feel like I'm living half-alive. No purpose. No feelings of some sort. No exact plans. None.<br /><br />Just breathing. Just being.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373479342731099867-2260989467348020510?l=obeymyrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373479342731099867.post-7979044928875238002011-04-21T00:02:00.000-07:002011-04-21T00:22:39.333-07:00My nature-photography attempts. Chos.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6N9kPvpXEuI/Ta_a6u7tM0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/H7qfN0PB5vI/s1600/190777_1318788746203_1725326534_560789_301503_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6N9kPvpXEuI/Ta_a6u7tM0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/H7qfN0PB5vI/s400/190777_1318788746203_1725326534_560789_301503_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597933564410540866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4j4oyOs0QHE/Ta_X1OJpBiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/cqr5TlGKWSk/s1600/199061_1318804986609_1725326534_560868_677080_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4j4oyOs0QHE/Ta_X1OJpBiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/cqr5TlGKWSk/s400/199061_1318804986609_1725326534_560868_677080_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597930171176388130" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373479342731099867-797904492887523800?l=obeymyrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373479342731099867.post-23623820342410407862011-03-23T21:46:00.000-07:002011-04-20T20:15:45.977-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtpx1N-LQSM/TYrM-brQ7QI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Nm-SspUtogc/s1600/196896_212177195464563_100000168511317_987299_7971040_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtpx1N-LQSM/TYrM-brQ7QI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Nm-SspUtogc/s400/196896_212177195464563_100000168511317_987299_7971040_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587503660659698946" /></a><br /><br /><center>A picture paints a thousand words. But I have only three words for this one.<br /><br /><b> We are awesome. </b></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373479342731099867-2362382034241040786?l=obeymyrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiknoreply@blogger.com0