<?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-7685331</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:30:02.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Pot</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664899648796725332</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685331.post-109763901495800948</id><published>2004-10-12T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:45:51.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mount couch</title><content type='html'>awww.....don't really. want to update my blog jus yet. if it weren't for my sister i probably wouldn't be on this right now. even though i should update it since i haven't updated this in sucha long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.....my sister's climbing mount couch, also known as the ugly blue and white couch in our living room, right now. she's so weird soemtimes.....apparently. she's doign exercise by climb up on the couch and saying how this must be how tall people feel......pretty weird, but that's my sister for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685331-109763901495800948?l=tikitackihut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/feeds/109763901495800948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685331&amp;postID=109763901495800948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109763901495800948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109763901495800948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/2004/10/mount-couch.html' title='mount couch'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664899648796725332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685331.post-109684224356314296</id><published>2004-10-03T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T18:30:34.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my sister looking so clueless....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/1340/640/lilyf.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/1340/320/lilyf.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685331-109684224356314296?l=tikitackihut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/feeds/109684224356314296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685331&amp;postID=109684224356314296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109684224356314296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109684224356314296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-sister-looking-so-clueless.html' title='my sister looking so clueless....'/><author><name>Lily C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfh_XQweAas/S_yYHbeSFkI/AAAAAAAAGXs/6C6A0ANjoqw/S220/1+monkey-fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685331.post-109684172841086986</id><published>2004-10-03T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T18:19:17.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my sister and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/1340/640/leililv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/1340/320/leililv2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/7685331-109684172841086986?l=tikitackihut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/feeds/109684172841086986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685331&amp;postID=109684172841086986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109684172841086986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109684172841086986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-sister-and-me.html' title='my sister and me'/><author><name>Lily C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfh_XQweAas/S_yYHbeSFkI/AAAAAAAAGXs/6C6A0ANjoqw/S220/1+monkey-fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685331.post-109383790461700827</id><published>2004-08-29T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T23:51:44.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aqua</title><content type='html'>never really liked those stupid quizzes you see in magazines and on the internet. they've always seemed like they were for people with nothing to do. but some how one of them caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just like any other quiz. there's was nothign really special about it, and you've probably heard about it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i'm the colour aqua. not too sure if what it says is really true, but it's just for fun. even though i was hoping i was some other colour. i would have to say that i am actually the colour aqua because the answer i had to choose from weren't exactly the best ones to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what colour other people are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="8" width="300" bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#336666"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#339999"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#00cccc"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#00ffff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AQUA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy life, humor, and being exuberant. Wherever you go you usually find yourself stealing the spotlight without even trying. You love to let go and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #339999; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/color/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out your color at Quiz Me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685331-109383790461700827?l=tikitackihut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/feeds/109383790461700827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685331&amp;postID=109383790461700827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109383790461700827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109383790461700827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/2004/08/aqua.html' title='aqua'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664899648796725332</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-7685331.post-109227981273053135</id><published>2004-08-11T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T23:03:32.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of driving at 2 km/h</title><content type='html'>before when i didn't have my license, it was always something i've always dreamed of getting once i turned of age. now  that i have it, it's not as i had imagined it to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, the one with the license, doesn't even get to keep the license for at least one day to myself....not that i really want to, but that's not the point. i am constantly lending it to my sister so she can use it to ride the ttc. i don't really mind that, but it's just a hassle getting it for her everytime she needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, my parents are constantly bitching at me because i'm not going to driving school to learn how to drive. i cannot learn how to drive if they aren't paying for the lessons which they say they will be paying for, so it kind of defies the point of me learning to drive. they tell me that the school i chose is to expensive......after they paid the first deposit and when i've finished my classroom hours. it's a little late now to switch school, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm not going to learn to drive any time soon, i ask my dad if he could just kind of teach me. bad move. my mother starts bitching &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt; about how i need to finish driving school first. she don't even let me touch the car because she has this constant thought of me crashing the car and other accidents that i would cause. my own mother won't even let my dad teach me how to drive because "our car doesn't have the brake on the passenger side like those special cars they use when they teach you how to drive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one not so special day when my mom wasn't home, my dad offered to take me out and teach me how to drive. it didn't turn out so well. i got yelled at because i apparently wasn't wearing the right type of shoes to drive with. is there even a right type of shoes to wear while driving??? so i ended up having to change my shoes. so there i go drive the car around this one block over and over and over again, at about 2 km/h. i was driving so slow that a car in a residential area had to pass me! i don't even know how many times i drove around the block, but this guy mowing the lawn probably thought i was some freak trying to check him out. if it weren't for the fact that my dad felt that i wasn't ready to start turning left yet. the situation with the lawn mowing guy would not have ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i was "ready to turn left." it was jus like every other turn, so i don't really see how it was so different. all of the sudden, my dad goes on about how i drive too close (too close being 50 cm) to the parked car on the side of the road for a beginner. too close?!?!?!? i don't drive too close to them. i think it's just fine! jus fine!!!!&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/7685331-109227981273053135?l=tikitackihut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/feeds/109227981273053135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685331&amp;postID=109227981273053135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109227981273053135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109227981273053135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/2004/08/art-of-driving-at-2-kmh.html' title='the art of driving at 2 km/h'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664899648796725332</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-7685331.post-109175418040672558</id><published>2004-08-05T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T22:03:06.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>scribbles on the paper pad</title><content type='html'>it has been quite a long time since i've written in this blog of mine. so might as well update it by writing in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as my sister would say it: " it's excercising the brain."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way, i guess it is. since you are, after all, working your brain to keep it from going stupid, or should i say to keep you from going stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing haven't always been my strongest points, so i guess that is probably why i don't like to write or write very much, only when i have to. but i do prefer to write on paper as to typing on a keyboard. i never figured out why, but maybe it's because it gives me a sense of inspiration, knowing that i'm actually writing or maybe it's because it seems real and like me, with my own writing written down to be seen. instead of the same old font that everyone uses to type with. it doesn't seem like something i write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing is a chore sometimes, because i don't know what to write or how to write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685331-109175418040672558?l=tikitackihut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/feeds/109175418040672558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685331&amp;postID=109175418040672558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109175418040672558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109175418040672558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/2004/08/scribbles-on-paper-pad.html' title='scribbles on the paper pad'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664899648796725332</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-7685331.post-109071531755038217</id><published>2004-07-24T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T23:58:05.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid lily</title><content type='html'>i would like to thank lily for all her help and inspiration. she is my life and she is dear to me. she has created this lovely and oh-so-perfect date/time cursor for me. furthermore, she has inspired me to create this blog...although i am still working on it. i have yet to write another blog! *stands up triumphantly....* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, sweet audience, for listening to the beauty of my voice. and lily once again!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** i did not write this. stupid lily did because she knows my password and mr moo and mr poo thinks she's gay!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685331-109071531755038217?l=tikitackihut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/feeds/109071531755038217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685331&amp;postID=109071531755038217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109071531755038217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109071531755038217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/2004/07/stupid-lily.html' title='stupid lily'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664899648796725332</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-7685331.post-109055404607561474</id><published>2004-07-22T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T20:06:04.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thinspiration</title><content type='html'>after reading some article on the internet on the topic of being thin. it kind of freaked me out. to know that there's such things that are pro-eating disorders.&amp;nbsp;sites that give out tips on how to stay thin and hiding the fact that you have some eating disorder, is quite sad.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not understand why someone would choose to be anorexic or bulimic, or what may cause him or her to, but i do wish i could understand one day. i, myself,&amp;nbsp;may not have experienced any type of eating disorders, but knowing the fact that someone you really care about has it is really heartbreaking. i mean, you don't know what will happen to the person or if they'll ever get well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have sites on the internet that encourage such a thing is like encouraging the person to commit suicide. instead of cheering them on to see the grim reaper the author should consider some other choice. perhaps steering them away from eating disorders and giving them words of encouragement that would help them on recovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, i'm only someone who's expressing their opinion on sites that are pro-eating disorders. there may be many other opinions that differ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7685331-109055404607561474?l=tikitackihut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/feeds/109055404607561474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7685331&amp;postID=109055404607561474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109055404607561474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7685331/posts/default/109055404607561474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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coffee,&amp;nbsp;not just&amp;nbsp;any cup of coffee you get from a fast food/chain coffee shop, but&amp;nbsp;simply a cup of&amp;nbsp;double double with extra sugar. and of course in candy&amp;nbsp;form.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chewing on hard candy isn't the best thing to do. probably end up chipping some of my teeth. i ought to stop biting hard candy. i suppose it's because you finish the candy faster or maybe it's just some habit i collected along my childhood years, which i know there's many that i have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of that, last night my sister said it'll be a miracle if i change, so i guess i might just never change. but i still insist that i will. i mean there's still lots of time for changing. ok, maybe i'm not the best person alive, but i mean, who is?!?!?!? then again it also depends on many things. maybe miracle do happen. just wait and see........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** by the way, the candy is sort of addictive. so maybe i 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candy'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664899648796725332</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-7685331.post-109029671816382624</id><published>2004-07-20T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T19:43:52.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the moo poo</title><content type='html'>mr moo and mr poo rule the world and the universe and everything else inbetween! :D &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/7685331-109029671816382624?l=tikitackihut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tikitackihut.blogspot.com/feeds/109029671816382624/comments/default' title='Post 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