<?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-11330713</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:25:05.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all about us</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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>761</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11330713.post-114390142348954069</id><published>2006-04-01T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:23:43.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOG CLOSURE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114390142348954069?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114390142348954069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114390142348954069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114390142348954069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114390142348954069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-closure.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114377309993043839</id><published>2006-03-31T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:44:59.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felt so good after the yoga trial, even better when i saw the message&lt;em&gt; " i will pick u up..."&lt;/em&gt;. Buddy didnt come along cause of the rain factor. darn. My first yoga experience; half the time my thighs are trembling while balancing. trust me, it is not as easy as it may seem. Still, it was all worth while. The tight muscle strains did lessen this morning (: boyfriend is checking out other classes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla-back crew selected teams, total screwed up. How unfortunate that they will also be at Adventure Singapore, which we'll be headg down this saturday afternoon. boyfriend dont like "M", plus he doesnt behave like an ass too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAY CHEQUE IS IN!!! (:&lt;/strong&gt;  Gala Dinner!! Gonna wait for him to get his pay check too. We deserve a good dinner, plus celebrate the new month. And next thursday, date with jo* n jia min girl. yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is here, partying, wine and dine, chill and let your hair down. that's what everyone need (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a gr8 weekends people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114377309993043839?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114377309993043839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114377309993043839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114377309993043839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114377309993043839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/felt-so-good-after-yoga-trial-even.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114368638766678778</id><published>2006-03-30T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T10:39:47.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.weblogsinc.com/common/images/8546655019931855.JPG?0.5153247765247984" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster. The way to connect with your friends and loved ones. The place to display your ultimate gorgeous best shots of one self, or 'otherwise'. An escape from boredom, creeping into rival's, gorgeous-s, nerds, hunk and whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways, if you arent confident to keep your uh-huh with you. cont viewing my friendster. i'm definitely better. urgh. nurses. i have already 450 people whom viewed my friendster. what's so interesting in there. it's limited access anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon me, im just too disgusted with freako-s viewing my friendster. i have been getting too much bimbo starings, pervented mud attacks. singapore is just so sigh. i wanna leave here for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE BIMBO, think she have a 'made-in-china' sign on her bum. i dont have a thing for MIC, so stop being so interested in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a bitch, i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114368638766678778?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114368638766678778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114368638766678778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114368638766678778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114368638766678778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114362117048910742</id><published>2006-03-29T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T16:32:50.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i &lt;3 my green nails</title><content type='html'>wednesday: helping nirelle for her event. it's way better than helping my actual supervisor. alright, im biased. i like nirelle more cause she's polite and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knock off work? in matter of an hour or so, will be meeting buddy in town to drop by True Yoga to check out their yoga classes. i'm 99% joining. (: after that, no plan at all to hang out in town man, i will splurge on unnecessary stuffs. the awful reminder that i desperately need to save money. does it mean no more clubbing? ah ha! i doubt so! ;p that boyfriend of mine is gonna skin me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways, i shall be a nice girlfriend to drop by his area to meet him for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ticka clock, you need to move faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114362117048910742?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114362117048910742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114362117048910742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114362117048910742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114362117048910742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-3-my-green-nails.html' title='i &lt;3 my green nails'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114355279009499295</id><published>2006-03-28T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:43:56.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/324680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/400/324680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esplanade, one of our favourite hangouts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that's on monday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;farewell to tuesday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;streaming to wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;went for evening jog with boyfriend. (: i havent been moving for six long months. my jiggling fats, ): Midnight cycling, more evening jogs, kayaking...there's just so much things i wanna do. But midnight cycling is the first in da list. good company, nothing will go wrong..rain or shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gonna go for longgggg shower. stink from the run. ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114355279009499295?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114355279009499295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114355279009499295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114355279009499295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114355279009499295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/esplanade-one-of-our-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114353781246527331</id><published>2006-03-28T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:23:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have one more hour to knock-off. Neways there's so much to read on BBC, managed to read up quite a bit. One big reason behind this, prepare myself for anything discussion during my paris trip. I don't wanna sound stupid or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read this &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/onelife/personal/body_image/shape.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on BBC, i'm a Mesomorph. (: Man, i pray it wouldnt rain later on, cause i'm on for a long jog with boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;already hitting midweek wednesday! (: put on a smile people.&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/11330713-114353781246527331?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114353781246527331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114353781246527331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114353781246527331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114353781246527331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-one-more-hour-to-knock-off.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114342726781826086</id><published>2006-03-27T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T10:41:07.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monotonous Monday. Wendy, my supervisor is absent from work. I dont know to be jumping with joy or to pull a droopy face. Counting down, there's only 25 days more to the end of this horrible dreadful attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The everyone's wish that the weekends will not end, so that they can splurge more hours with their loved ones. It's my wish too, just to make sure i have time for my boyfriend and also my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having made some many pre-plans(salsa classes, gym, da da da), i have yet to actually carry out them.  I hate myself, when it happens..then laterr i will be buried with regrets with things i didnt do. Try not to depend on others, cause something you have to do it by your own. The world just simply work this way, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt one thing over the weekends, cos boyfriend's friend-Cameron happened to have a small fight with the girlfriend. &lt;em&gt;*The thing is dont put your boyfriend as your only source of happiness, he doesnt fufil and filled all your needs. that's some big responsibility, you are the one who is suppposed to be in charge of your emotions and actions. Dont let the poor boyfriend suffer, all cause of your thoughts getting to you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help. im bored. just a temporary phrase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114342726781826086?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114342726781826086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114342726781826086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114342726781826086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114342726781826086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/monotonous-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114338549434100618</id><published>2006-03-26T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:04:54.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th March</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6dd07b3127cce97bbc64cffdd00000005108AbtGjFy2ZOF" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;March's coming to an end&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Inviting the new April&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Days with you and the rest of my darls &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Filled with fun and laughters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you and all my darlings out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;u all know who you are! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*i bought my sport shoes.  And i went to the weighing machine today, finally we made friends. ahha! u people can guess, i didnt shrink. just got thinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine!! we can go for dog-walking! haha hope ricky will make friends with that dumbie of mine! straight after i get its leash. see you soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lastly, it's freaking monday once again. a paycheck will seriously light up my life. haha everyone knows that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114338549434100618?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114338549434100618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114338549434100618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114338549434100618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114338549434100618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/27th-march.html' title='27th March'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114328681508726081</id><published>2006-03-25T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:28:33.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday's good. Had a gr8 dinner at dinner with clique at P.S Pizzahut. The cashier got over-excited keying the numbers, we had to check through thrice the receipt before payment. madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much wait'g and dil'dally, the rest came over to my place for movie maranthon. Supposed to be scary movies but in da end, we watch Taxi 2 and Meet the Fockers. Giselle is soooo damn HOT. The ladies are afraid of my dog, created much commotion in da living room. it's just a dog, (: wouldnt kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till midnight 2am, the rest left. I thought it was the end of the day, but i continued with another movie, The Pool. Wasted my hours watching da dumb movie, the plot is predictable, the crew is way below budget. Yeah, my night went a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy seems to like sweetchild. i wish so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me, barely slept for 8 decent hours. i only slept 3 hours, i was out to meet the girls in town. congrats sweeties! you girls passed advanced on the first attempt (: please get your license and car soon. We'll meet up soon kays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Borders and got my Paris Tour book, costs me 20 bucks. All worth it. I think it will sure occupied me from now till days later. Since the weekends are free, and albert is coming over to paris and look for me! yay! i cant wait man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture%200041.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%200041.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture%200081.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%200081.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture%200091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%200091.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl Day Out&lt;/strong&gt; is so cool!! (: see you girls this coming friday for dinner i guess. miss you girlies so much!!! days without them, urgh. total dread. 5 weeks more till school. Pardon me, i miss school lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;freak'g tired out. woots. tomorrow morn, gonna head to get my tracks. *FINALLY* i know i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;bedtime&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114328681508726081?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114328681508726081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114328681508726081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114328681508726081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114328681508726081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/fridays-good.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114316275783337119</id><published>2006-03-24T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T12:05:06.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://213.239.202.195/new_lwa_img/70026098a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yesterday evening,&lt;br /&gt;I walked away in fears&lt;br /&gt;And ripped off confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell into solitude&lt;br /&gt;Made friends with negativity and pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;Held a emotional bomb in my throat&lt;br /&gt;As if any moment, I will break down&lt;br /&gt;Falling into pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreams occupied dusk&lt;br /&gt;Bringing out all from my sub-conscious fears&lt;br /&gt;All my concerns, I thought wouldn’t meant a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to banish them to the virtual conscious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up&lt;br /&gt;Relieved that every thing is a dream&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that will never happen in reality&lt;br /&gt;Darkness vanishes with the breaking dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crested smile appears on my face&lt;br /&gt;Something I least expected happened&lt;br /&gt;Something I never thought of trying, but I’m glad I did&lt;br /&gt;This thing, I held so close to my heart, with you telling me exactly what I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“when ‘m on the bed, ‘m dead” &amp;amp; “when ‘m awake, ‘m reborn”&lt;/em&gt; (from Tuesday with Morrie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114316275783337119?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114316275783337119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114316275783337119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114316275783337119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114316275783337119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterday-evening-i-walked-away-in.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114302000146830706</id><published>2006-03-22T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:33:21.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellish headache ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a hellish headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*do not try facing 8000 context database daily. it's a total suicide. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt sleep well yesterday, woke up  2.34am, 5.13am and 7am. Came to work early at 8.30, thinking the office will be open. darn. it's close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the squeezy to and fro train, stupid passengers, the chilly downpour, the amount of chinois i saw in da building, i hate attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need some sleep. ): i dont want &lt;strong&gt;OVERTIME.&lt;/strong&gt; i dont want &lt;strong&gt;OVERTIME. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114302000146830706?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114302000146830706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114302000146830706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114302000146830706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114302000146830706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/hellish-headache-i-have-hellish.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114294888688353500</id><published>2006-03-21T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:54:24.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris oh Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="289" src="http://on_the_edge.typepad.com/photos/stolen_moments/kjd_eiffel_1.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of the seven wonders in da world, The Eiffel Tower' , i've seen it once and i will be seeing it again (: I cant fill you people in the excited surge i am feeling though the trip is only at June. I'm planning ahead thousand and one thing to do. The thing is, i will be studying 4 modules in that one month at Negocia &lt;strong&gt;AND! &lt;/strong&gt;I will be bringing all my modules here along with me! haha i will study there too. Seemed impossible but still i will make sure i do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout my ultimate fear, home-sickness. I'm a super HOME-Y person, i have to eat home-cooked food. I just love to stay at home, even alone. What if i miss home so much and i wanna come home. ): that's the worse man. Or maybe i might be enjoying myself so much that i dont wanna come back. HIGH POSSIBILITY. i love that foriegn land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is much settled. Mommy will not be going London in June, cos she wanna look after my brother. If i didnt go for this trip, i will be da one incharge. WHEW. thanks mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked sweetchild, &lt;em&gt;"whats your survival plan for that month?"&lt;/em&gt; He told me he's gonna employ 3 P.Is to trail me! ahahhaha And also act like he's normal, and attached BUT available. The story goes, when school reopens...possibility that he will fetch me from school if the timing fits well. And da... i restrict him not to come. I dont really like it, cos everyone will be glaring at him, an unfamiliar cute hunk hanging around the school compound. Girls nowadays are SCARY, they creeps and grabs in matters of seconds. yup, so i will see how. I will make him dress ugly on da daes he fetches me from school. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some freaking errands to run. ): i need to report at work early, they better dont make me work OT. i already record down my OT hours. PAY ME! OR I WILL GO ON STRIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;i need to get a tour book on paris. now, i wish my name changes to "paris hilton". i need the money. urgh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114294888688353500?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114294888688353500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114294888688353500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114294888688353500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114294888688353500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/paris-oh-paris.html' title='Paris oh Paris'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114292582277526730</id><published>2006-03-21T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:52:58.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY OH MY!!&lt;/strong&gt; The server is down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office network is down! Urgh. This is certainly not a good time for the server to be down man. I need to retrieve forms from my email, fill it up and fax it for Mr. Boo!! ): Mr. Server, please be up soon. Or should I wish for the server to be down all day then I can be off to ‘leg-shaking’ land? Shannon is so crippled without the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet up with Ros for lunch, haven’t seen him for ages. Some catching up to do with my dear old friend in that one-hour lunch break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, the 24th is going to be ‘bring-your-darlings’ clique dinner at Pizza Hut, Plaza Singapura. (: The other time, I was down with high fever and that’s why I couldn’t make it for the farewell dinner for Samantha. But now, I’m strong! I’m all ready for a sumptuous dinner. I will be bringing my sweet child of’ course. He agreed almost immediately to meet my dearies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy thing is I did met up with him and amran after my work at 7.30. Till I reached woodlands, I was literally dragging my empty stomach filled with gastric juice. STARVED.&lt;br /&gt;Amran said I became shorter; the ultimate thing behind this sentence is that he wants to say that he GREW TALLER. *Basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT THE PLACEMENT AT NEGOCIA UNIVERSITY&lt;/strong&gt;. (: CHEERS!!! 2 months more, and I will be in France for one goodness gracious goddess month! I will make sure I enjoy myself there. The thing that is worrying me is how am I going to cope with my books too. Fear not, that I have helpful friends like Val and Christine, Jinghui… da da da. It shouldn’t be a problem to make it. I seriously can’t wait to take that long hours flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, we will be having 2 weeks break in June. So-called break. I will be away for those two weeks, making use of the holidays for the trip. Exempted from International Business, that will be the 2nd semester from my third year right? Oh well, I chose this path; I will strive through it no matter how tough it is, no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I will miss sweet child. Well, it’s just 30 days. Well, it’s just 30 days. YES 30 days, nothing is too tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished ‘Men from Mars, Woman from Venus’, now I’m with my new book ‘The five people you meet in Heaven’ by Mitch Albom. Every ending is also a beginning. Quite a short story, but I will take my time to digest the every small detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I’m so free, I would share something I read from my previous book. The question is how to ask for support and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past perception is “If he loves me, he will know and offer what I need”. But men need to ask and fill in. They don’t give when they are not ask to, for their motto is ‘Don’t fix it unless is broken.’&lt;br /&gt;The last thing on earth that men would wanna hear from women is ‘COULD YOU….”. Don’t ask them something that they can do. For example, “Could you wash the dishes?”. This sounds like a demand, when asking, make it sounds like a request. And guess what, what the men hear is, “Of’ course, I can wash the dishes!” The matter is whether the man wants to do it or not. Next time try “WOULD YOU…” Trust me, it does sounds nicer. It sounds like a request for them to do it. Even if they might reject and say “No”, however in time to come they will most likely to be more than willing to do it for you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the technique. You have to know how to get what you want. If Men are allowed to say ‘No’, without feeling guilty and blamed, they will be more willing to say “YES”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out. It’s freaking 10.43am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114292582277526730?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114292582277526730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114292582277526730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114292582277526730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114292582277526730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-oh-my-server-is-down.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114277969026459186</id><published>2006-03-19T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:48:10.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will not be seeing him for the next three weeks ): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, look at it as three weeks of independance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*mask session before sleep. "do you know?"; the best time for mask is before sleep, it's when your skin regenerate and produce new cells. the time for maximum absorption of nutrients from the mask. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good night. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114277969026459186?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114277969026459186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114277969026459186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114277969026459186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114277969026459186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-will-not-be-seeing-him-for-next.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114275029408903824</id><published>2006-03-19T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T14:38:14.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i love sundays*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the day i can do what ever i favour;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- cooking lunch and dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- cross-stitching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- making new necklaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- laying on my bed with my favourite magazine or book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- manicure and pedicure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- massages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- couch with mtv and nickolodean all day long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- call up some sweethearts to catch up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just anything under the wide smiling sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i never like to go out on sundays. i will have it all to myself. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114275029408903824?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114275029408903824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114275029408903824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114275029408903824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114275029408903824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-sundays-day-i-can-do-what-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114269757456145752</id><published>2006-03-18T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T23:59:34.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th march, friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/untitled.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/untitled.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thrilling weekends chill totally get me going. life's good, especially things are simplified and not keep in da heart bottom. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114269757456145752?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114269757456145752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114269757456145752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114269757456145752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114269757456145752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/17th-march-friday.html' title='17th march, friday'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114258722671016102</id><published>2006-03-17T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:20:26.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trauma Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trauma Drama&lt;/strong&gt;: "Kelvin" added me in friendster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*ONLY MY CLOSE LOVES WILL KNOW WHO THE HELL IS HE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*no common friends between us, how did he do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha, ling..i'm feeling guilty now. YOUKNOWHY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ga ga ga ga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114258722671016102?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114258722671016102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114258722671016102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114258722671016102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114258722671016102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/trauma-drama.html' title='Trauma Drama'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114258051290357547</id><published>2006-03-17T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:30:47.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*hicccups</title><content type='html'>Man, I have been having &lt;a href="http://www.dgotech.com/hiccup"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hiccup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "sessions". i hate hiccups! ): But read the link in pink, there is this poor man who had hiccups for 70 years! *whew. thank god, mine only for minutes, going an hour accumulated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some quizzes, out of the blue. Only did the only i'm interested in, but other any-hows. I doubt i will do any more of them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that the clock is ticking away rather quickly. And i just received my february pay cheque! Though it's late, but I sure wouldnt resist the smell of money! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ka-ching!&lt;/span&gt; I guess dinner's on me tonight (: &lt;strong&gt;GENEROUS&lt;/strong&gt; i know, not to everyone though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;s&gt;Cleo Party&lt;/s&gt; night is called off, have other plan on though *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com/category_index.php?category=Engrish%20from%20Other%20Countries"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check this out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; plus have a good laugh out of it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;should i get a new set of bikini? or two sets??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114258051290357547?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114258051290357547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114258051290357547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114258051290357547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114258051290357547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/hicccups.html' title='*hicccups'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114257614242695752</id><published>2006-03-17T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:01:28.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzies</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#fff8c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffce3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a quirky, unique person to be your lover. You're easy going about who you're with, as long as they love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you are able to walk away and calm down. You are able to weather the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Charmer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/charmer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you've got them exactly where you want them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/happy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see life as simple, and simple is a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're cheerful and upbeat, taking everything as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;And you decide not to worry, even when things look bad.&lt;br /&gt;You figure there's just so many great things to look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 70% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right?&lt;br /&gt;But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are The Hanging Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/hanging-man.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent the seeking of enlightenment and spiritual clarity.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to confuse others, but your oddities seem deeply satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;Self sacrifice is easy for you, especially if it makes you a better person in the end.&lt;br /&gt;You are the type of person who is very in touch with your soul and inner spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now is a good time for reflection and meditation.&lt;br /&gt;You should stop resisting the problems in your life, and let yourself be vulnerable to them.&lt;br /&gt;You may need to sacrifice something important to you to move ahead in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Accept your destiny with courage, and learn to let go of what you think you need.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Tarot Card Are You?&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/11330713-114257614242695752?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114257614242695752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114257614242695752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114257614242695752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114257614242695752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/quizzies.html' title='Quizzies'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114249798569037077</id><published>2006-03-16T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:36:41.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weet*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&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/11330713-114249798569037077?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114249798569037077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114249798569037077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114249798569037077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114249798569037077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/weet.html' title='weet*'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114248283609055552</id><published>2006-03-16T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:20:36.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/031506_thebarkers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/031506_thebarkers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*HEART-YOU &lt;strong&gt;CHEN MIN YI&lt;/strong&gt;! I GOT TRAVIS'S PHOTO FROM TRENT"S BLOG!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i am not getting married, unless my guy is as sweet as travis barker. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114248283609055552?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114248283609055552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114248283609055552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114248283609055552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114248283609055552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/heart-you-chen-min-yi-i-got-traviss.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114248092083645265</id><published>2006-03-16T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:48:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/4808442.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Click Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, This 19 month child with severe spinal muscular atrophy - which leads to almost total paralysis. He was granted to be kept alive, gift or sin? Read it and you will know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Results are out. I'm prepared for the worst, but lucky that it didnt turn out crappy. I did fairly alright i guess. GPA increased! haha *whew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am wasting my time in da office doing absolutely nothing, all thanks to my irresponsible supervisors. Actually i have been doing nothing since tuesday. She just threw me a dumb ACCSQ manuel to read and thats the end of my day, im paid for reading a manuel. Cool huh? Totally bull. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm thinking bout lunch now, thinking bout afterwork shopping for present and dinner. I cant wait for tomorrow, first time to the club with sweetchild. He said he cant dance, i will make him dance. I havent got my hand with the tickets yet, audrey is sick. DAMN DAMN DAMN. Still, if i dont have tixs, i can get in for free cause`by &lt;em&gt;"ah hem ah hem"&lt;/em&gt; way. weet weet! MOS, here i come. i need to get a bartender friend now. haha free entry plus free drinks. *grin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MANN. IM BORED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. IM FREE NEXT WEEKEND! CALL ME OUT PEOPLE!!! *open for booking, &lt;em&gt;first come first serve&lt;/em&gt; basis. oh wait, i&lt;strong&gt; THINK&lt;/strong&gt; im free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;peace out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114248092083645265?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114248092083645265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114248092083645265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114248092083645265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114248092083645265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/click-here-this-19-month-child-with.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114241029791017843</id><published>2006-03-15T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:16:45.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After reading coreen's entry, something hit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why guys doesnt give when they are know what we want? It is because how we give score to our partners. For the Venusians, no matter what we are given; giving a love letters, a movie date, bringing for a romantic dinner. We gave out partners one point for every sweet thing they did. &lt;strong&gt;BUT. &lt;/strong&gt;It doesnt work this way in mars. On &lt;strong&gt;Mars&lt;/strong&gt;, for every thing they do; they grade from 1 to 10 points. And as for the big things like birthday and stuff, they give themselves 30 points or 50 points. That's what they assumed what they score in our score sheet, but infact they score only 3 or 4. On &lt;strong&gt;Venus&lt;/strong&gt;, we dont see how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big or small&lt;/span&gt; is the gift or surprises. Everything is granted to one point only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to this difference, women are always giving and the men thought they have given enough as they have 50 points on our scoresheet(assumed), but the fact they have one point or two. They dont know the resentment we might hold upon them, the wishes and hopes. seriously, so much for that. they just doesnt know what they gave is minimal, it's inborn. we cant blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, we appreciate small things more than big ones. reallly. it's doesnt have to be a big huuu hha but just something small like a sweet message will give you a score of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ladies, dont be upset. Men, just dont get it. But, they will...soon i hope. (: so chill ladies, it's alll bout men's their &lt;em&gt;inborn characters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114241029791017843?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114241029791017843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114241029791017843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114241029791017843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114241029791017843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/after-reading-coreens-entry-something.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114240338504760888</id><published>2006-03-15T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:17:51.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mushroom toasts seduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though my negocia interview was screwed but well, i did my best. Even if i dont get it, i dont give a d-a-m-n. Met Melody for like 30 minutes before i went back for work at MP. I LOVE YOU MELODY, for listening to allll my grumbles. muah muah muah! hahaha The way back to work is almost horrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The official results release is like tomorrow, the &lt;strong&gt;16th of march.&lt;/strong&gt; HUR. i am so dead. had been so pesismistic man, i guess my grades will be okayy, just not that fantastic. i want 3 A's at least. Anyway, i miss my girls; val and christine. I cant wait for ipp to be over, seriously. Then we can see each other every school day for lunch. Maybe we can meet up for shopping kays (: I MISS YOU SWEETHEARTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My workplace is getting way fun. Damien, Kim, Andy and I went out for lunch at Beach Road. Kim and I ordered from the wrong place. Damien insisted to look for those with newspaper cutting and recommendations. *please stop seducing me with the &lt;em&gt;mushroom toasts&lt;/em&gt;!!! u evil gangster! hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nearing to after-work. YAYYYY! (: i'll have a photoblog soon!!! of my new hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*i need to change the songs in my ipod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114240338504760888?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114240338504760888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114240338504760888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114240338504760888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114240338504760888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/mushroom-toasts-seduction.html' title='mushroom toasts seduction'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114232044492643479</id><published>2006-03-14T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:14:04.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H is for Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://213.239.202.195/new_lwa_img/70050421a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one who kisses me on my forehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one who always ask "gimme me a kiss" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one who like to put his hand on my waist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one I never held his hand when we are out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one who doesnt lie but still paint a beautiful picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one who is not rich and can make me, doubly happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one who makes sure he have time for us and himself lone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one who tease me, never fail to make me smile in 2 seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one who allows me to be myself, and know my quirks and perks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one i can rest assured and keep all my assuming thoughts at the bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one who wants the best for me, even though it means leaving for a month &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one who give me surprise messages, which sends warmth treats to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i lose myself, infront of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;idle. my job since i stepped into meeting planners international. i'm paid to slog, how cool is that. chatting to kimberley on msn when we are just sitting beside each other, i feel like shouting over. It wil be so much easier right, babe? *blahh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh anyway, my interview is tomorrow morning! OMGawd. Bad, im so worried bout it. Lionel told me that there's diff batches of students. damn! The battlefield seems so tough, i have to make it man. The ultimate impression. inshort, i want that place to negocia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;gooodness. maybe i can do some online shopping, but no more earrings for me, necklaces too, bags; my new dorothy perkins still has the tag on, oh my. i cant shop. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;traaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa* haircut at 1830, magnitude. &lt;em&gt;(mr.clock, can you move any faster??!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114232044492643479?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114232044492643479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114232044492643479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114232044492643479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114232044492643479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/h-is-for-him.html' title='H is for Him'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114224304516023444</id><published>2006-03-13T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T17:44:05.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two on da list&lt;br /&gt;sent da wrong signals.&lt;br /&gt;*cries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114224304516023444?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114224304516023444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114224304516023444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114224304516023444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114224304516023444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/two-on-da-list-sent-da-wrong-signals.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114224087756814956</id><published>2006-03-13T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T17:07:57.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friggly fringe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;esperately i need a decent haircut!!! There is no frizz, just the FRINGE poking my eyes, causing ultimate irritation. My appointment is only tomorrow evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*cries. I am BORED. I've checked out glamour.com, wickedaura.com, ministryofsound.com.sg for the past minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh blah. i have deleted redundant "link", have to remove that habit of updating for satan's sake. damnit, i wouldnt do it again. never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fat Joe Terror Squad with me, preparing for club friday. sweet. hur hur hur. kinky slink cloth, jewels, perfume, alcohol, hot chic and hunks, good music(i hope).......WEE! i wanna LEAN BACK*4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FOR the "n" time , i need to hit the place they called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GYM.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114224087756814956?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114224087756814956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114224087756814956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114224087756814956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114224087756814956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/friggly-fringe.html' title='friggly fringe'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114217448557539516</id><published>2006-03-12T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:41:25.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://213.239.202.195/new_lwa_img/70018664a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything that goes up, comes down. Likewise, for the mood. i did things i favour from day to night but just seems something missing. or is it that i dont like something i read; oh whatever, it's none of my business already. so be it. harsh, but so be it. let it go already shannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the redundant thoughts are just getting to me. oh anyway, there's a cycle of we females feeling happy or sad. it is almost the same as our monthly cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, this thing will go off cos the first thing in tha morn tomorrow, i will see him. meanwhile,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; gonna call someone and bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*feeling gorgeous means buttering yourself with tonnes of moisturizer after a clean shower and grantin yourself a DIY mask retreat, while reading your favourite magazine or book in your room with bossa nova music. (alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read glamour this afternoon. my conclusion? local magazines have so much to catch up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114217448557539516?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114217448557539516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114217448557539516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114217448557539516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114217448557539516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/everything-that-goes-up-comes-down.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114213373488445992</id><published>2006-03-12T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:11:43.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy-gaism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mosaic on a friday, afterwork. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(12).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2812%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(14).3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2814%29.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;grabbed dinner before the performance at 9pm. we were way early, well we didnt have the luxury to enjoy the quiet sunset by the bay with the bunch of insane muds blabbering into the microphone. infact, they are making noises, not music. MUSIC is pleasant to your ears, not the other way round. yeah, it's partially my fault. i thought the jazz performance is at outdoor theatre but it staged at the concourse. felt like a complete idiot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(27).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2827%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(23).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2823%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(25).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2825%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after the performance*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(28).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2828%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(29).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2829%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we sat by the stone ledge by the river. spent the rest of the night till it's time to catch the last train home. the next time when he get his bike, there will be no more catching of last train. (: my friday is just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/DSC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/DSC00071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jacobs and i, in mommy's car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/DSC00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/DSC00051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/DSC00087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/DSC00087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/DSC00083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/DSC00083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/DSC00077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/DSC00077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sheryl, nicholas tay and audrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/DSC00082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/DSC00082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/DSC00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/DSC00090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/DSC00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/DSC00091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all three of us and audrey went to support &lt;em&gt;Nicholas&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;CLEO Bachelors&lt;/strong&gt; 2006 at Plaza Singapura. there's are a floor full of hot guys accompanied with HOT BODIES. *drools* the hot body is definitely a plus point. However, out of 50; there are only 10 bachelors i eyed on as HUNK, or less than 10. i like paul foster, number 6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sheryl and jacob headed to magnitude for their haircut, i followed and literally rotted there for like 2 hours. somehow, i began to dislike that place. dislike, no i need a stronger word. ew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nonetheless, i was more than happy to leave when they are done. supposed to join mommy at marine parade for seafood dinner! but damn, didnt manage to...so we settled for a simple dinner at kopitiam. i seriously prefer seafood, leave diet at no.2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/DSC00099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/DSC00099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey and sheryl sis, at rocky master. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, there's so much for me to look forward to this week! first, gotta get my new haircut at magnitude. second, my negocia interview on wednesday morn! (pray for me*). third, the result release on thursday. damn this semester i didnt see any A's coming my way. ): fourth, &lt;strong&gt;CLEO Bachelor Party&lt;/strong&gt; at MOS on friday. i've got two free tix for sweetchild and i! weee!! lastly, salsa fiesta on saturday evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(: with that, i blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114213373488445992?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114213373488445992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114213373488445992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114213373488445992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114213373488445992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/joy-gaism.html' title='Joy-gaism'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114197603342109685</id><published>2006-03-10T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T15:33:53.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/thingie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/400/thingie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wendy chin, my supervisor had gone out for errands and will be away for the next one week*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can already forseen those ipsey bitsey websey growing on me.&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/11330713-114197603342109685?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114197603342109685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114197603342109685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114197603342109685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114197603342109685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/wendy-chin-my-supervisor-had-gone-out.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114196503277193280</id><published>2006-03-10T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T12:30:32.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/ag_bb_cst_lindsay_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/ag_bb_cst_lindsay_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Surfin` Seventeen.com, their flipbooks and looking for romantic love rituals. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*nice*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(theres nothing for me to do in tha office)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sometimes, i wondered why none of my past relationship worked out? i came out with an answer after a very long time, trying to figure out what actually went wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wrong support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. women from venus, care is in the picture. men from mars, independance and power is in the picture. For women, we need to care and shower concerns especially over the ones who laid close to our hearts. For man, they go to their caves when they have problem. Their motto is &lt;em&gt;something like "i can do it myself, dont touch me unless i asked for it&lt;/em&gt;" And providing help without them asking is a regard of not trusting them to handle a problem. Through handling the problem, they gain power. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;come to think of the 24/7 girlfriend i had been, &lt;em&gt;overly nice&lt;/em&gt;. i am a whiner, but it is somehow in the blood of woman. after whining we feel better, dont ask why cos we just do. but for man, if we tell them we are upset- they will try to "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;invalidate" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;our reasons of being upset, which in tha case made us more upset. Seriously, dont invalidate us by saying 'it's nothing, dont get upset bout it', 'it's no big deal'. it inevidently made us, lose faith of what you said, though you meant it in another way in your planet. just try hard to listen instead of providing solutions for us, we dont want solutions cos we need a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;listening ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we fall in love through our ears, not our ears. Men fell in love through their eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this happen in almost every relationship which didnt work out. almost every. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*yearning the clock to strike 6pm, on a friday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114196503277193280?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114196503277193280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114196503277193280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114196503277193280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114196503277193280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday-thoughts.html' title='friday thoughts'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114189129817135528</id><published>2006-03-09T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T17:07:54.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT THAT INTERVIEW, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE NEGOCIA ONE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM F*CKING HAPPPPPPPY NOW. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN HAPPY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like i said, things are better than ever! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114189129817135528?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114189129817135528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114189129817135528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114189129817135528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114189129817135528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-got-that-interview-negocia-one.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114188614243782593</id><published>2006-03-09T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:35:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cranky and almost grumpy, my mood today. i didnt get a good night rest, which i needed so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum told me she will be going to london for three weeks during late may. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; she sure know how to enjoy her life, infact she just came back from hongkong and ipoh. `scream. the sad thang is shes not BRINGING ME ME ME along. o wells. the day she came back, is the day i will regain my sanity. i am a ultra duper mummy's girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she offered me a reward; shes bringing me to kuala lumpur on the 24th to the 26th March. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*cheer*&lt;/span&gt; muhahaha. then i willl strive the motto, &lt;em&gt;"shop to i drop, drop and i will still shop!"&lt;/em&gt; guess the coach wallet which i am going to get will have to wait. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*pout*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My career path, somehow it's stuck at tha junction when i tried to pen it down. career dilemma, but i guess i can figure it out real soon. well, at least theres someone to respect the ultimate decision. &lt;em&gt;(does anyone know how much is it to rent a shop house? )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another three hours to seeing sweet child of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/polaroid_MMF06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/polaroid_MMF06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosaic starts today! Tomorrow afterwork, i will head straight down for performance. &lt;em&gt;(msg to jeanie: you know where wicked aura gonna perform again? (: )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly,this weekends, i have it allll to myself. i need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*joana girl, tell me as soon as poosible alright? i'm praying for ur `rents to giv a positive reply. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114188614243782593?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114188614243782593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114188614243782593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114188614243782593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114188614243782593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/cranky-and-almost-grumpy-my-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114180588406468914</id><published>2006-03-08T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T16:23:31.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yours truly, hear me say</title><content type='html'>you see me walking the road with someone else,&lt;br /&gt;It's not because I like his accompany...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because you're not brave enough to walk beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hear me talking about him all the time&lt;br /&gt;Its not because he pleases me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because you're too deaf to hear my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel me falling with someone new&lt;br /&gt;Its not because I love him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because you're not there to catch me fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel lost, I too am nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I too don't know where the road is going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we gonna cross each other's path&lt;br /&gt;Or just completely turn around?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we just let go of what we had&lt;br /&gt;Or go to the place where love is bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me walk with him,&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to walk with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me talk of him,&lt;br /&gt;it's you I want to talk with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall for him,&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to fall in love with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the guy's reply to all these banter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't brave enough to walk beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was behind you every step of the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still filled with awe because of the beauty that&lt;br /&gt;stand before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I was too deaf to hear your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to assume anything&lt;br /&gt;And I was afraid to lose our friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't there to catch you,&lt;br /&gt;It was because you never gave me the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never reached the bottom,&lt;br /&gt;you've already grabbed a branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you are nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;I too am lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too don't know where the road is going&lt;br /&gt;Are we just going to turn around,&lt;br /&gt;Or are we gonna cross each other's path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we just let go of what we had&lt;br /&gt;Or go to the place where love is bound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me talk of something else&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to talk with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall for someone else&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to fall in love with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114180588406468914?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114180588406468914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114180588406468914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114180588406468914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114180588406468914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/yours-truly-hear-me-say.html' title='yours truly, hear me say'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114178062751575838</id><published>2006-03-08T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T09:17:20.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://213.239.202.195/new_lwa_img/70000233a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*that simple genuine happiness he sent, telling me that i'm not alone. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love wednesdayy. and i can smell my paycheck coming onnn da wayyy!! 1st thang on da list, my aasic shoes. 2nd thang, my salsa fee. 3rd, my vintage top. *KA-CHIING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy now, so nothing else actually matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 hours to da weeekends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114178062751575838?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114178062751575838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114178062751575838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114178062751575838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114178062751575838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/that-simple-genuine-happiness-he-sent.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114169985954257969</id><published>2006-03-07T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T10:50:59.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooh. ima like so tired now, facing that stupid thing called "database" and tuning in to company politics. how i hate it. it's seriously darn scary bout people talk bad bout others. o wells, ever since i changed my seat..the noise never stop for one second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this new girl from ngee ann join MP Asia, she's called Kimberly. And shes pretty! Another friend to join the rest of us for lunch. (: Ngee Ann attachment is only 6 to 7 weeks. SHORT huh, we still have like 7 weeks to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sweet child started attachment too. It's near my attachment place, which mean we can go to work together like we did todayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get back to work. oh yea, my salsa class starts on the 18th march. (: loveit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*three days to da weekends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114169985954257969?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114169985954257969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114169985954257969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114169985954257969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114169985954257969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/wooh.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114152994782591085</id><published>2006-03-05T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T12:13:21.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ultimate weekends</title><content type='html'>Before i start to talk bou` my fantastic weekends, ima gonna cont` sharing bout` kristine carlsoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Let it go already&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe out partners have done things like not being a good listener or may have flirted with some other people. We have the highest tendency to see it as a pattern that it will happen again, thus fill our heads with doubts, fears and addtional concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is tough to be with someone who hold us with sky-high mission impossible demands, and who makes no room in their hearts that we are human afterall. If your mind is filled with concerns, reminders of past happenings, problems, the likelihood of your relationship &lt;em&gt;(on your side)&lt;/em&gt; filled with fears, suspicion, and frustration&lt;em&gt;(everything but love).&lt;/em&gt; it happen to everyone, dont even try to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the frustration and resentment build up, then you will eventually blew up and create a scene. this method is not telling us to be a 'chicken' or whatsoever. Just that, the next time he/she makes a mistakes, dont turn it into a gigantic event...instead remain loving and supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holding on of past issues made us uptight, try to forgive and forget though easier said than done. but the pot of gold you will recieve will be a richer, more open and honest, loving and nourishing relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Turn up the heat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my point of view, this method works the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says mend things with warmth and love; becoming kinder, generous and dish out compliments. Choose being kind over being right. Sounds tough huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of da time, people will always say "i cant change anything until certain conditions are met, until he/she begins to change." BUT look the problem here is, the type of change you are looking for is almost close impossible in the absence of HEAT. Make subtle changes and become softer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hope that helps. cont` with da rest in the next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(47).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2847%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(50).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2850%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sweet child who just finished his paper, called and exclaimed how happy he was to finish his exam. (: it's sweet for people to share their joy with you, esp immediately after tha papers. *awww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met up and head to arab street for dinner. i missed that place so much man. however, the thing i MISS most is the MEE REBUS. *yummy* there's just this thing about arab street that attracts me. the next trip to arab street wil be for sheesha. I havent get to try it yet!! There's a lot more nice places to dine at, like Blu Jack ( jazzy place), Blue Oasis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want a short getaway for the busy streets, head to arab street. serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes TGIF. Made dinner plan with gabriel at Chinatown. There's jsut so much good food over there. Dim Sum, Congee, Durian, and all sort of desserts. we head to hawker's street for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(48).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2848%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(57).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2857%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(58).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2858%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;window shopping after dinner. Chinatown is more than what it looks like, it's a earrings heaven. however, i resist alll evil temptions and only bought one. &lt;em&gt;(yea yea i know not again but let me tell you, thats a privillage being a GIRL*)&lt;/em&gt; anyway, its cheap so doesnt cause that much of damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made my trip downnn to woodlands for sundae hot fudge and star-gazing. yup, i meant every words i said, STAR GAZING at the ledge of the pavement, with the breezes running through your hair. of'cos with that sweet child with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught the last train home. the almost imminent plonk on my comfy bed is so not voidable. (: my day was certainly satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my saturday afternoon shopping with my girl, ling at bugis. I made a vow not to shop but i still did. hahaa lucky its not an evil vow, or else oppsy daisy. Adding all those buys to my collections, i guess that will be like 70 to 80 pairs of earrings. &lt;em&gt;hurrr~&lt;/em&gt;more to join da club though. i aint stopping. i bought this green handbag from dorothy perkins, it's a steal for only $16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave early for cousin clara's birthday party. bid good bye, but we wil meet up soon for ecp outing aite? seriously, not at 5 am in da morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(64).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2864%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Roan and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(75).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2875%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Corrine and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(63).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2863%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(66).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2866%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(32).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2832%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kiddy palace, the elder cousins like roan, corrine and i were darn busy planning games for them. it's tougher than i thought. now, ima having second thought for having 2 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(74).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2874%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's rachel ima huggin`, she's half thai and chinese. one pretty doll. it's goes da same for her lil` sister michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(72).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2872%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/DSC00391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/DSC00391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin joash, everyone loves him in da family. the new member in da family, joreen somehow gonna take over his place. but hes still my favourite cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sunday. not so much of a family day for me but i do have a date with wei yong in town at 3pm. gotta catch a quick nap before i get ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the rest of the weekends before monday come falling down on us. dont worrie, the weekends will still arrive in 5 short days. stay optimistic and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, shann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114152994782591085?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114152994782591085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114152994782591085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114152994782591085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114152994782591085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/ultimate-weekends.html' title='ultimate weekends'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114137550902590863</id><published>2006-03-03T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:45:09.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kristine carlson's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/lover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/lover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quarrels, Fights, Power Struggles, Emotion-wars, Thoughts-attacks, blow things out of proportion. We are all tired of it, but did we do something about it. Sad to say, most of us don't and we settled for "okay-relationship". Okay relationship means when people asked you "how you and your boy/girl". You are more than likely to say things like; "fine i guess", "okay i think"...or even "i don't know where are we heading", with fear and uncertainitis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont settle for "okay relationship" anymore cos they stink and sting. the next person who asked me that question, i can say that it's magnificant, with confidence and glory. (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sharing of my changed perspective after reading book by kristine carlson and richard carlson. the book is available at borders by the way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Kristine Carlson's book (Dont't Sweat Over Small Things in &lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Mostly, Be Pal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are best communicators, or can be regarded as “world-class listener”, easy to have fun and laugh with. Between good friends, we treat each other with kindness, appreciation and respect. With that aspect in friends, applies the same to relationship. Sad to say, most of us (including me) didn’t see this perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than often, it is already part of our life to fill our loved ones with jealousy, expectations and demands. A great friendship is somehow the best way to secure a good relationship. Instead of filling jealousy, impossible expectations, demand of changes in your partners’ quirks and habits… treat them like how you treat your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That worthwhile try, when you do it…it’s likely your loved ones will do the same too. Don’t just let the “non-issue” issues affect you just like that when there’s really nothing in the world that is so wrong to ruin your day yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Learn to laugh at yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being together, your loved ones will likely to know your quirks and also the anticipated unhealthy responses (if happen). It also means that he know about your imperfections and flaws. The thing about learning to laugh at yourself is to stay lighthearted, laugh together whenever your loved ones teased you about them (flaws).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At those times, they might be less-than perfect and say less than sugarcoated comments, learn to laugh them off instead of getting upset. Then you may create a more nourishing relationship. Don’t make your loved ones feel like they are walking on eggshells. In the very beginning, you might feel like the ultimate but after when they get worn and too cautious around you…this is where they become distant and build a wedge between you and him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And I don’t need to explain what will happen next yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one thing to remind yourself in every unhappy occasions that you DO have a choice; get upset or let it go and move on. i will continue sharing till i see no more couples fighting around me. make peace and love, not war with your loved ones. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am not telling people to swallow things down and build up resentment, if you get what i mean, you really do. Dont focus on what your partner didnt do, think about what he did. Applies the same the other way, dont think of the things you did for him, think about the things you didnt actually do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`whew, the end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114137550902590863?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114137550902590863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114137550902590863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114137550902590863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114137550902590863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/kristine-carlsons.html' title='kristine carlson&apos;s'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114128103303707834</id><published>2006-03-02T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T14:30:33.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 simple steps to a beautiful life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Throw out nonessential numbers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This includes age, weight and height.&lt;br /&gt;Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Keep only cheerful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The grouches pull you down. (keep this In mind if you are one of those grouches;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Keep learning:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening,&lt;br /&gt;whatever. Never let the brain get idle.&lt;br /&gt;"An idle mind is the devil's workshop."&lt;br /&gt;And the devil's name is Alzheimer's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Enjoy the simple things&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Laugh often, long and loud&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh until you gasp for breath.&lt;br /&gt;And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and Lots of time with HIM/HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. The tears happen:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourself. LIVE while you are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Surround yourself with what you love&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Your home is your refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Cherish your health:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is good, preserve it.&lt;br /&gt;If it is unstable, improve it.&lt;br /&gt;If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Don't take guilt trips.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Tell the people you love that you love them&lt;/strong&gt;, at every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart you people. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114128103303707834?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114128103303707834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114128103303707834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114128103303707834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114128103303707834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/10-simple-steps-to-beautiful-life.html' title='10 simple steps to a beautiful life'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114126506245667522</id><published>2006-03-02T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T10:04:22.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acceptance of the fact that i aint feeling good right now, i am fine. my thoughts are just working in its un-welcomed negative route. had been telling my brain, this thing is not getting the best of me. not going to get to me.i'm a human after all, but man... i have choices; get upset over it and let it step into to ruin my day or dont think about it since it's gonna be  meaningless in the future, i might as well make it meaningless right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need to cool off, i yearn for that trip so as to bounce off this dumb island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most meaningless thing is getting upset over a twat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*when i say i need a hug, i aint lying. dont question my motives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114126506245667522?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114126506245667522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114126506245667522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114126506245667522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114126506245667522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/acceptance-of-fact-that-i-aint-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114120433319819713</id><published>2006-03-01T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:12:13.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 385px" height="424" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062883/K=travis+barker/v=2/SID=w/l=IVS/;_ylt=A0Je5mYxYwVEAxIB.KijzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTA4NDgyNWN0BHNlYwNwcm9m/SIG=12ga2rnnc/EXP=1141290161/*-http%3A//fuseblog.typepad.com/fuseblog/images/travisbarker.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sweetest guy, travis barker. i love him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114120433319819713?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114120433319819713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114120433319819713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114120433319819713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114120433319819713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/sweetest-guy-travis-barker.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114119467237922814</id><published>2006-03-01T13:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T14:45:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our song, the meltdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="220" src="http://213.239.202.195/new_lwa_img/70044950a.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very often (in courtship), we relate our relationship with our partners to those meltdown love songs. I guess, everyones does it, be it radio dedications on anniversaries or just the tune of the song makes you think of that special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to name common "our song" in my life; the newly-added 'one last dance' (&lt;em&gt; it will land me in a horrible state&lt;/em&gt;), 'Here with me' (&lt;em&gt;it's darn sweet),&lt;/em&gt; 'My Boo' ( &lt;em&gt;yea, common but there's lotsa meaning behind it. the gr8 sad love story&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;em&gt;, '&lt;/em&gt;Only Love' by Trademark, 'That's when i love you' by Aslyn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's your current love-dovey love songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midweek wednesday, aint really caught up with work. oh people! it's onyl 2 days to the weekends. all we have ta do is hang in there. :) i wannnn weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*isnt it sweet when someone tell you, he's gonna drive you around when he havent even get his bike license&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. now, i get happy not sweating over small stuff in love but appreciating the small things. it's easier this way..i dont wanna be a high maintanence partner cause` i dont want one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114119467237922814?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114119467237922814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114119467237922814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114119467237922814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114119467237922814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/our-song-meltdown_01.html' title='our song, the meltdown'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114111243130345323</id><published>2006-02-28T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:46:30.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="294" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062883/K=lomo+fisheye/v=2/SID=w/l=IVS/;_ylt=A0Je5xdB.QNEQEkAOQSjzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTA4NDgyNWN0BHNlYwNwcm9m/SIG=127tl6g1e/EXP=1141197505/*-http%3A//static.flickr.com/33/50240424_8419e65b16.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that midweek havent approach but my weekends(start'g on fri) are pretty much booked. yeah, i used the word 'booked' as it is confirmed and complusory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming friday, after work, outreach programme at ttp. (: i'll b heading dere with gabby! yay! i miss church service a gr8 deal. i need to get back to church man. hope gabby can accompany me every weekends, since we lived near each other vicinity. something about choosing another church near by? nah, i like small crowd, not to mention the fantastic worship sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eevel just pop me an invite, beach`g plan on da coming saturday. i miss mr.sunshine, i guess i will head down for a tan before meeting kailing for "her" shopping trip at bugis. ima gonna be a good girl for a while, no more necklaces and all..the fact that i seriously have more than enough. in addition, good girl might also means no clubbing session anytime soon, unless i have gr8 company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here come to mai sunday's plan- movie date with wei yong. i havent watch movies for like AGES! okay, two months is like super-long. we'll b watching either " Rumours Has it" or "Walk the line". He booked me for da whole dayyyy, guess i wouldnt be free for any meet-ups. yet, to confirm the meeting time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the negotia summer prog, i applied for it yesterday once i got the email. i found myself kinda rash, i didnt consider the fact that the trip actually clashes with my third year, first semester. this is so bad. oh well, i guess they have something planned out for the people having school. *i think and hope so* i want it badly, nothing can stop me, other than the school semester thingy. -damn- just pray that i get it, not only the oversea study exchange i am looking forwrd to, it's also a chance for a break overseas. I WANT IT, ima praying so hard for it. &lt;em&gt;hur hur hur &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two hours thirty minutes to end of work. *this weekend, ima getting a fisheye lomo, plus bring my lomo to suntec to develop my photos. (: i love lomography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye readers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114111243130345323?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114111243130345323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114111243130345323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114111243130345323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114111243130345323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/despite-fact-that-midweek-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114100897854567309</id><published>2006-02-27T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T10:56:18.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's you go</title><content type='html'>[Talk]&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I need you back wit' me&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I need you back wit' me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where'd you go)&lt;br /&gt;(So baby please, come back to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse)&lt;br /&gt;It has been five days&lt;br /&gt;You haven't (called me)&lt;br /&gt;Do you still (want me)&lt;br /&gt;Still (need me)&lt;br /&gt;Am I on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinkin' (of me)&lt;br /&gt;Are you missin (me like)&lt;br /&gt;I (miss you)&lt;br /&gt;Crying constantly&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' out of (reasons)&lt;br /&gt;Why I haven't (heard from you)&lt;br /&gt;(I'm worried)&lt;br /&gt;Got me doin' crazy thangs&lt;br /&gt;I can't even sleep&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get you back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I know that I need you in this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;So baby please come back to me&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't live my life without you&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse)&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of everything&lt;br /&gt;That you (told me)&lt;br /&gt;Said you'll never (leave me)&lt;br /&gt;(Deceive me)&lt;br /&gt;Got my mind throwed off&lt;br /&gt;Did you just (use me)&lt;br /&gt;Boy you (confuse me)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna (loose me)&lt;br /&gt;I can't deal with all the pain&lt;br /&gt;And hell you (put me through)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I still (missin' you)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna (be with you)&lt;br /&gt;Without you here I'm breakin' down inside&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Why did you hurt me, hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*a nice song to share, if you feel that heartfelt thing tingles in da heart. you know what it meant. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 days to weekends. Currently, my life is plainly looking forward for weekends, where partying light up. (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quote: he said "as evil as you are, you are still mine" -sweet eh- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114100897854567309?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114100897854567309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114100897854567309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114100897854567309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114100897854567309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/wheres-you-go.html' title='Where&apos;s you go'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114093448052280866</id><published>2006-02-26T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T14:14:40.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>night with da ladies; melanie, kylene, vivian</title><content type='html'>the night at MOS was sucha bother cos melanie left her identity card over at my place so we went back alll the way to my place and get back to the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four girls at the centre of attraction. it felt like being surrounded and targeted by a big bunch pack of howling horny wolves. the worst ones were those sticky wetty boys, the crowd yesterday wasnt fantastic and we werent high due to the lack of alcohol. the ratio of guy to girl was like 10:1. yeah, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at bout 2.30am, we left rnb for a jiffy break. guess what, the mos management said the rnb section is close for 15 minutes. we waited like 20 minutes beforehand at the entrance, we almost left with dancing trance. sorry, but i cant dance TRANCE. it's total bull to me--- but the trance dj is hot. and oh yeah, i told the bouncer outside rnb section, " we didnt pay to wait" and we are back to the dancefloor. the ironic thang is that it WASNT crowded in dere. stupid management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god the music was good. (: the girls were pleased, minus bout the guys. the only eye candy i saw is da bartender. "just looking around" is my sign i held last night. ima sick of men, and i always meet the same species. *EW. in short, i needa break away from all these. the sad thing is that i lost my best dancer, melanie said 'oh well, it's in a wink the next one in da list'. thanks babe. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left bout 4am. we both hooked up with our alright-cuties, mine's dress sense is good and hers rich. haha. o wells, we are being offered for a drink with some ah-mohs whom can be my dad. ah huh, no way. you wouldnt know what under the "kind" invite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night is good enough for me. at least i knew i have recovered, the missing-him current does hit me but i told myself, &lt;em&gt;"babe, it's over. stop brooding. ima no angel. dont be hard on yourself. life goes on."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are still young, 10 years down the road. i swear i wouldnt wanna be tied down anymore. it's not under my 'wanted' list. definitely. soooo, i smelll more clubbing session coming up! (: *yummy. as for now, i will let the low-resolution photos do the talking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(1).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%281%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*way out to da club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(5).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%285%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*kylene and melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(14).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2814%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*shann and melanie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(23).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2823%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tell me it's not monday tomorrow. ahhhhh. damn. 8 week more to end of IPP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114093448052280866?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114093448052280866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114093448052280866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114093448052280866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114093448052280866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/night-with-da-ladies-melanie-kylene.html' title='night with da ladies; melanie, kylene, vivian'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114084607030772717</id><published>2006-02-25T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T13:41:10.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yyye hah! *</title><content type='html'>great plans for this weekends. (: god heard my pleading prayer; i dont wanna get anymore overtime-attachment! Andy called me last night and told me, "Shannon! you are not needed to make the trip down the office". Now, tell me who's the lucky lass. that wonderful piece of news definitely made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, i worked till 6 plus 7 yesterday. I was supposed to sit in my buddy's singing lesson. Sorry babe! Next time alright, that was before i knew that i dont need to work on saturday. The request for me to come to work on actually (beforehand), it did kinda upset me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Helmi for dinner at P.S, i was craving for LJ, Fish Combo. (: i got it yeah. In addition, i got a cheap steal frrom Flash and Splash, my new &lt;em&gt;"voodoo dolly cap"&lt;/em&gt;. *yyyeee ha!* it is &lt;strong&gt;DIRT CHEAP&lt;/strong&gt; and i love it. He said i look good with caps, and that's a compliment. We will be going to city square malaysia real soon, i cant wait. the long queue doesnt scare me, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's three random pictures below; taken some time ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(21).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2821%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, this is taken like yesterday when i was requested i need to work. ima a slog, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%289%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was after my haircut at tony's. i was trying out lingerie pieces, and i bought the pink version of that i was wearing. it's gorgeous and only cost me twenty odd bucks. lastly, i love tangs changing rooms!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/Picture(38).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/Picture%2838%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this! let me think, it's on 14th feb. if adoration is what god gonna gives, that is what you  gonna take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five more hours, melanie teo will be over to create a havoc-ly chaos before we head down to the club. she's a nag, still i love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, life's never better. god bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114084607030772717?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114084607030772717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114084607030772717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114084607030772717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114084607030772717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/yyye-hah.html' title='yyye hah! *'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114076292209779911</id><published>2006-02-24T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T14:35:22.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062883/K=lindsay+lohan+pics/v=2/SID=w/l=IVS/SIG=12cnmb0fs/EXP=1140846990/*-http%3A//www.mtv.com/news/photos/l/lohan_over_050106/c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point of our lives, we concluded them as pure suffering, joy, perfect, whether in love or outta love and others. And, sometimes we just feel like being alone or simply spend time with those whom really understand you, your words and actions, treated you with great appreciation and of 'course love you no matter what become of you and give you endless support. There's only one person who belongs in that catagory in my life, she knows who she is. (: thanks babe for always being there at my every fall and happiness. you are always the first in my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is just a reflective post for myself. Yesterday, I asked gabby; "hey sweet, do you think there's anything wrong with me?" He replied, the best answer i can have i guess, "you are perfect, just that you get upset easily at times." It was totally true, and the truth makes me a hardcore whiner. I know this truth, well do have to do somethng to it eventually. People learn different things at different point of time. At this point of time, i learn to be more forgiving at every aspects of my life; not just forgiving other but also myself. This might sounds dumb, but it isnt if you get what i meant. Forgiving others for their sin against you isnt an easy piece of job, but by doing so you heart, mind will feel better, quiet or peaceful. The more important thing is to forgive yourself, when you makes mistakes. Forget the guilt and learn from what happen, just make sure it doesnt happen anymore. The simplest thing as regarded, seldom done by others. Maybe talking really doesnt cost anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And women sweat too much over small stuff, as emo-animals. We'll just to take things easily, make time for you and your inner-spirit. I have learn to set aside time for my morning ritual, make sure i start my morning right and it goes the same for the rest of my day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that's what i learn, letting go is needed; especially on negative habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*god bless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114076292209779911?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114076292209779911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114076292209779911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114076292209779911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114076292209779911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/at-some-point-of-our-lives-we.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114065806304024287</id><published>2006-02-23T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T09:27:43.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;sweet greetings to my dearest morning!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness is my choice. my island of smiles just bloom so widely, without you. the celebration to my great island of smiles is equate to some thang called 'partying'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the line-up activities for the knocking door weekends are simply rewarding lovely. I will be meeting *joana later to chill and have a girls' night. I can't wait to see you babe. And as for the friday and saturday, baby it's party nights at MOS. Friday, with my poly darlings and Saturday, with Melanie the sheep. -i cant's wait man-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Sunday, the day where i will be nice to look for that someone who is da sweetest to me, for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the one who loves me, the one who paths my way, the one who guides, shelters me, send angels and save me with grace. the amazing lord. for you, i will..stay strong. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114065806304024287?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114065806304024287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114065806304024287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114065806304024287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114065806304024287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/sweet-greetings-to-my-dearest-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114060261310918048</id><published>2006-02-22T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:03:33.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://213.239.202.195/new_lwa_img/70050654a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my strong front. what bout' the one beneath it? it is stronger. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114060261310918048?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114060261310918048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114060261310918048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114060261310918048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114060261310918048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-strong-front.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114057662064888559</id><published>2006-02-22T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T10:55:38.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the figment of mere puff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the figment of a mere puff, a naive perception of perfect love was busted on tuesday night. thoroughly. the incessant heart-warmth i received from my loved ones, i am more than thankful. the kindness do repay from those who really appreciated you and are proud of you for who you are. just for who i am, i am proud to be here standing, by my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my conclusion : there is no need for the most prestige, security, presents and honey-spiked words, for they are made up of nothing. the riches doesnt fancy me, nor your ugliness. in my eyes, yea just nothing more than a self- deciever, self denying living in your so-much perfect world- pretending that everything is okay. and yea, i aint naive. it's just you are too dumb to see the real world. move on? please pick up from your world, the real world then you can farking move it. and do take care. you need more than care from the aliened words you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not da incompetent who brought me to the doctor when i'm down with my fever and other bads. it's not da incompetent who cabbed down. it's not da incompetent who sent me angels and smiles.. it's someone else who is proud of me. very proud of me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114057662064888559?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114057662064888559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114057662064888559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114057662064888559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114057662064888559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/figment-of-mere-puff.html' title='the figment of mere puff'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114041828833815373</id><published>2006-02-20T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T14:51:28.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right now this moment, i am getting dizzy spells (and i'm like sitting down)&lt;br /&gt;this is so not good. i wonder why man. the dizzy spell had been with me since morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rested throughout my precious weekends, ninety-nine percent of the time i was in bed&lt;br /&gt;and that mere one percent, i was filling my tummy with congee. the medication made me numb and worn. i couldnt watch cartoon without falling asleep. yea, THAT BAD. But, i'm already 70% recovered, just giv me a few days more and i will be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i need to get back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114041828833815373?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114041828833815373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114041828833815373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114041828833815373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114041828833815373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/right-now-this-moment-i-am-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114031621276871716</id><published>2006-02-19T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T10:31:01.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAVE YOU EVER WAKE UP ONE MORNING&lt;br /&gt;AND FEEL LIKE THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE EVERYTHING'S OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very first thing i felt when i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*try proving me wrong, and tell me i am at your worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114031621276871716?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114031621276871716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114031621276871716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114031621276871716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114031621276871716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/have-you-ever-wake-up-one-morning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114014018799752304</id><published>2006-02-17T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T09:36:28.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://213.239.202.195/new_lwa_img/70035934a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The illness chain starts from high fever to horrid flu bug and its "not-so-welcome acquaintance"- the throat infection. All of the above turned me into a sick child. :( it must be me, not getting into shape, thus affecting my immune system. I hate nights where i feel so horrible, trying so hard...struggling breath after breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friday consolation had gone to da drain. dearest's not free. the terrible missings just accumulated like those falling snow in winter, equally difficult to get rid of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friday-evening program is that i will be having a fare-well dinner with the clique. *finally* 7:30pm in town. the late-night delight is clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be one healthy baby again :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*though we are not so far-apart, my missings hav been beyond.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114014018799752304?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114014018799752304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114014018799752304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114014018799752304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114014018799752304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/illness-chain-starts-from-high-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-114006443649964051</id><published>2006-02-16T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:55:45.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the adaptation of my industrial attachment posting is getting relatively well.&lt;br /&gt;the people here are okay-nice, i guess it applies all the same for the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i struggled upon the decision whether i should head for work cos i'm sick. oh well, the final decision is head to work since i am feeling slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the consolation is that tomorrow i wil be seeing my boy. i hope i will be seeing him still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-114006443649964051?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114006443649964051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=114006443649964051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114006443649964051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/114006443649964051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/adaptation-of-my-industrial-attachment.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113998445308141906</id><published>2006-02-15T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T15:08:10.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>feeling extremely horrible right now.&lt;br /&gt;suffering from fatigue and lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;my new puppy, a cocker spaniel was moaning none stop&lt;br /&gt;that poor lil thing.&lt;br /&gt;even though i woke up at 3:15 am due to his pitiful moans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW IT. I am flagging a cab home laterrr. :(&lt;br /&gt;*if only baby can fetch me home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113998445308141906?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113998445308141906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113998445308141906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113998445308141906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113998445308141906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113996541643450678</id><published>2006-02-15T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T09:03:36.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* i have to work on saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terribly sleepy, having headache and sorethroat with an incoming flu. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113996541643450678?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113996541643450678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113996541643450678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113996541643450678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113996541643450678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-to-work-on-saturdays.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113996519392903358</id><published>2006-02-14T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T08:59:53.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Second day of work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:50am- Leave Khatib for Lavander&lt;br /&gt;8.25am- Reach Lavender MRT Control&lt;br /&gt;9.00am- Start with Contact list Excel Spreadsheet which contains 6000 contacts&lt;br /&gt;11.30am- yet done with the spreadsheet, at #1583&lt;br /&gt;12.35pm- Went to Lunch with the rest of the attachment people, Chian Yee, Wei Han and Andy&lt;br /&gt;1.35pm- back from lunch&lt;br /&gt;3.33pm (now)- Pretending to be busy with work when I have nothing to do. It’s just counting down for 6.00pm, two hours and twenty-six minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yesterday night, baby came down all the way from NUS just to pass me my bouquet of roses. 9 pink roses (what does it stands for?), even though he hadn’t found out the actual flower I like…it’s all right! The actual one is a sunflower, and I think for valentines’ day- Lilies and Tulips are the best flowers though. (: Anyway, thanks baby for the sweet trip down to my place. LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Valentine’s Day, I need to call my poor brother tonight or else he will fie of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last note: Mosaic Festival will be coming up on March 10, catch the free outdoor performances if you like jazz, salsa, blues yeah! I bet you people will enjoy it. I have already noted down three fabulous events during the weekends., who’s interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:16pm- one hour forty-four minutes to go. H-E-L-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30pm- Terence Chan sent me a message.. As for the details, ask me. He is insane. I am god’s gift, which he in his life, didn’t cherish. His waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:16pm- Muhaha! Just 44 minutes. Toilet Break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.25pm- someone is waiting for me to finish work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113996519392903358?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113996519392903358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113996519392903358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113996519392903358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113996519392903358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/second-day-of-work-750am-leave-khatib.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113980087003761848</id><published>2006-02-13T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T11:21:10.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am at my attachment area right now, i have my own desktop plus a decent desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forty minutes to lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113980087003761848?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113980087003761848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113980087003761848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113980087003761848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113980087003761848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-at-my-attachment-area-right-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113975325590184938</id><published>2006-02-12T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:07:35.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you think you might end up eating alone during lunch time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure you have a full batt mobile or entertaining magazine, or a story book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113975325590184938?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113975325590184938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113975325590184938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113975325590184938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113975325590184938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-you-think-you-might-end-up-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113971495593654152</id><published>2006-02-12T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T11:29:15.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the love festival is in another forty eight hours or less. did i sense any thrills? put your hopes at 20 % , so you seriously wouldnt be that disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change of plan how am i going to spend my day...gonna get changed, make up and get glam. i'm going out with sheryl sis , shes getting her hair cut at magnitude and ur lady will be having her pedicure. facial shall be next weekend or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to post some pictures to this mundane blog. farewell people. do look forward for the next entry. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113971495593654152?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113971495593654152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113971495593654152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113971495593654152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113971495593654152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-festival-is-in-another-forty.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113966522262002717</id><published>2006-02-11T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T21:44:05.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went roaming orchard streets again. well, where else can we go anyway. met jinghui at cineleisure!! stop givin` me that smirk lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we missed our movie at 4pm cos there's only scattered seats left. my poor schweetheart has a strained-ankle so i didnt want him to walk much. i was asking him over frequently whether he's okay because he seems to be in pain. please recover soon my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed went home early cos he had dinner at home and had to send his dad off at the airport. no sending-me-home cos he is not suppose to walk far. yeah, i wouldnt be seeing him on valentine's day. no scream, shock, heart attack...da da da. it's okay, i will see him on the coming friday. that's understanding with a bigggg U. but theres still fragment of my brain thinkin " what will i get for valentine's day..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got off the phone with val not long ago...bangkok trip, ipp...im like somehow excited but not that woooh la-la over it. oh sigh, i have to work halfday on saturdays. damn yeuch lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crush-ed. mine oh mine. this is totally hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;program for tomorrow? it starts with an S too. it says sun-tanning, bathing, baking... da da da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to read cosmo, lust tips (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113966522262002717?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113966522262002717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113966522262002717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113966522262002717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113966522262002717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-roaming-orchard-streets-again.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113962551342646419</id><published>2006-02-11T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:38:33.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and S stands for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062883/K=shut+up/v=2/SID=w/l=IVS/SIG=12902enoe/EXP=1139711512/*-http%3A//www.toothpastefordinner.com/090201/shut-up.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*note: you are being reproduce for a one sacred egg and sperm. check out the primary three science text for that if you really didnt know how we people come about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so long scientists and pastors. suck my toes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113962551342646419?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113962551342646419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113962551342646419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113962551342646419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113962551342646419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-s-stands-for-note-you-are-being.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113959179648656250</id><published>2006-02-11T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T01:16:36.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S stands for</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Positive Items:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex&lt;br /&gt;Social Life&lt;br /&gt;Sale&lt;br /&gt;Shopping&lt;br /&gt;Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Negative Items:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;Sufferings&lt;br /&gt;Saint&lt;br /&gt;Sadness&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;Suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look like the diseconomies outweigh the economies, but seriously who ever does care. LIFE'S BITCH, what's so bad about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what did i do to celebrate my end of examinations?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my whole day with my friends, alex for lunch and helmi who accompanied me till midnight. tonight, i am so talkative. they are the people i can talk to, at least they listen plus understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since afternoon, helmi and i flipped orchard town upside down, inside out for a present. Shawn wasnt free so that trio cant gather, it's just the the duet then. Ice cream stop, Curry puff stop, Bistro Stop.... we had lunch just bull shitting the whole day through lar. finally, came up with a wonderful present, was real satisfied and decided to buy it, afterall it's the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the previous decision of going clubbing with the clique...was brought totally down by something, i dont wish to talk about it at all. i almost tore down wisma. the end. sorry people, all the missed calls...i didnt know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a quiet night at esplanade with helmi...watching people playing music and stuff. oh yeah, the mosaic festival is coming up in march. (: gonna catch it man, it's good stuff. the quiet hours are just the time i wanted to enjoy. the slowness just soothe my brain and everything else, comfortable cant fit it all. in the end, the duet ran after for the last train from esplanade. thank god, we caught it ! phewwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night is really beautiful kays, clear sky with the almost full moon and stars. accompany wise? almost perfect. almost. i said almosttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE'S A BITCH, face it. from cosmopolitan, &lt;em&gt;dont become complacent&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have photos, but just to lazy to post them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113959179648656250?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113959179648656250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113959179648656250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113959179648656250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113959179648656250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/s-stands-for_11.html' title='S stands for'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113949216663088829</id><published>2006-02-09T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:37:44.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the endless information inserts. the incessant list of lectures to finish. the big blister i've got on my middle finger. christine and i are so freaking out for tomorrow paper. oh sigh. i need a hug . if i screw this paper up, that puar is so gonna get curses from moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least heaven is not so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to the god damn notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*meeting with helmi tomorrow afternoon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am one excited over-hyper active girl..that's only when i am with the people i am comfortable with cos they understand me better. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113949216663088829?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113949216663088829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113949216663088829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113949216663088829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113949216663088829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/endless-information-inserts.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113946355099107274</id><published>2006-02-09T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T13:39:11.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala!</title><content type='html'>even though the past four days of exams havent been exactly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN or INTERESTING&lt;/span&gt;, but guess what it is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time to party, the reason to create havoc is almost imminent. (: w'll just have to hang in dere and actually start thinking about all the thrills we can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last paper, introduction to service management. it's my major, i wish i can just throw a dumbell at my lecturer. know why? the tips he gave is almost the whole handout?! he's dumb, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boy wouldnt be free on friday night, aww i know that's BAD. but oh well, i guess i would just have to find other form of entertainment and such. we will seeing each other on saturday that is. i can't wait. it's gonna be here in a twink of a cat's eye man. i just look forward to the quality time we are gonna spend together, not the quality time. i miss you boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, off to chill with my teevee before i fill my brain with new set of details. oh mine oh mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, shann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113946355099107274?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113946355099107274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113946355099107274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113946355099107274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113946355099107274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/wala.html' title='wala!'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113940577156670071</id><published>2006-02-08T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:36:11.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;business law. stab me now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113940577156670071?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113940577156670071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113940577156670071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113940577156670071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113940577156670071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/business-law.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113937655551461538</id><published>2006-02-08T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:29:15.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just another 2!!</title><content type='html'>this is the thing: everyone thinks today's efma paper is tough but i find it relatively easy! is this a good or bad thing man. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, friday will be here in less than 48 hours! this is the definite list of things im gonna do on friday, saturday and sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get my haircut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedicure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lunch with mel hendricks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shopping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Body Massage if i can get an appointment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIND MY BOY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (: *that's a highlight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Club with friends? or just stay at his hall. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this coming saturday will be down for a good nice tan! WEE!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;sunday? family day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh my.. can't friday just come in like 4.8 seconds. i can't possibly wait mannn! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my bangkok trip is just 3 months away!!! tralala. i wanna shop, shop till i drop! -scream- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;muchlove, shann. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113937655551461538?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113937655551461538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113937655551461538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113937655551461538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113937655551461538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-just-another-2.html' title='it&apos;s just another 2!!'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113929142389004751</id><published>2006-02-07T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:50:23.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two down, three to goo...!</title><content type='html'>the words " &lt;em&gt;stop writing&lt;/em&gt;" from the invigilator's microphone sounded almost heaven-like!!  it marked the end of the marketing management paper. *weeee* remark on today's paper? &lt;strong&gt;EASY&lt;/strong&gt;. (: sucha a breeze. &lt;strong&gt;immma happppyyy!!!&lt;/strong&gt; i'll pray that it will apply the same thang for the rest of my papers. thanks for all the good lucks my friends! we will make it through this week in a light breeze. hang in dere yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i guess most of the people would hav gotten their log book. i hadnt got mine yet, it's tomorrow 11.30am at cindy soh office. i just wanna see my working hours, days plus my pay checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plan for bangkok trip after ipp seems working purrfectly well. (: seriously hope it will work out welll, we girls will rock bangkok upside down and living&lt;em&gt; queen-like&lt;/em&gt; life, in addition the madness craze shopping trip. &lt;em&gt;*working out on the itinerary* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love, shann...( i have &lt;strong&gt;efma&lt;/strong&gt; to conquer now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i seriously can't wait to see my boy after da exammmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113929142389004751?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113929142389004751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113929142389004751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113929142389004751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113929142389004751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/two-down-three-to-goo.html' title='two down, three to goo...!'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113920448173964623</id><published>2006-02-06T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:41:21.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one down, four to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;business finance semestral paper, whoever set that paper is definitely out to kill and squeeze all my precious brain juices, also demoralise people in the battlefield.  *thumb down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;midst of doing the paper. i was doing my prayers lar! cos i was too freaked out about the alien-looking questions infront of me, looking alll foriegn. *two thumb down* the paper is seriously kinda bad. i bet i have like 20 marks flew off my fingertips. !@&amp;amp;% if this can get any worse mannn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;alright, there's no more complaining to do. i have a bigger responsibility- finishing marketing mgt. i can't screw that paper upp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-godblessme- and all my friends. (: *get over with finance and start over again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113920448173964623?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113920448173964623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113920448173964623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113920448173964623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113920448173964623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-down-four-to-go.html' title='one down, four to go'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113912559548394544</id><published>2006-02-05T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T15:50:45.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*sorry if i scare all my dear friend yesterday evening. special thanks to jinghui, danny, gabby, jeanie and ngxueqi for being there before the world almost crashed on me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, let bygones be bygones. i have thought it through and im perfectly fine righttt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rested soo well after saying my prayers and talking to zefeng. (: my prayers really helped me and gav me the rest and peace i needed so much , after sucha a long day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morn, the study mojo bug hit me so hard that i almost finish with my marketing module. just 1 chapter left for tomorrow!! that's something to celebrate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and daa..the first paper starts tomorrow- business finance. needa finish off with all the theory included in it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN DO IT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im doing with my norm grumbles which helps me to destressss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will get through all these in a twink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113912559548394544?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113912559548394544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113912559548394544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113912559548394544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113912559548394544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorry-if-i-scare-all-my-dear-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113906656532502717</id><published>2006-02-04T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:22:45.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;loving someone is not no easy doing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loving someone is more than looking through the flaws&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loving someone is more than making things perfect outta imperfections&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loving someone is not of comparing the sweetness and care, it's more than that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know loving someone is not a easy task.&lt;br /&gt;but i know i will try my best to be with you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess that's the part of my growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you dearest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113906656532502717?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113906656532502717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113906656532502717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113906656532502717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113906656532502717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/loving-someone-is-not-no-easy-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113903912395273288</id><published>2006-02-04T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T15:45:23.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thee nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i dreamt from shape-changing clouds. it changed from one small bubble to some foriegn faces. the analysis behind this dream? my uncle told me that clouds symbolises the brain, the subconsicence. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it says the fickle-minded soul and the disturbed thoughts. that's totally bingo man. adding to it, i am bothered about what people thinks about me and on the other side i wouldnt wanna care. total shagged with all these thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;danny said before, for all who sin against you are jealous of your everything. the will power is important to fight away all these evil doings. for i did not sin against those who did, what did i do to deserve this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my open prayer, for those who sin against me, unintentionally or had reasons behind. may they gain the wisdom and forgiveness from lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am tired of all these. can i just lead a simple life? leave me alone. no matter how messed up my life is? it's my life afterall, i made my own decisions; i aint born to smile like a clown at every living beings and please everyone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave me alone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;amen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113903912395273288?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113903912395273288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113903912395273288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113903912395273288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113903912395273288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/thee-nightmare.html' title='thee nightmare'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113902923436976744</id><published>2006-02-04T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T13:00:34.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Sexy Hottie Adeptly Needing Naughty Orgasms and Necking" src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/champagne-f-SHANNON.png" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i'm loving it (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113902923436976744?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113902923436976744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113902923436976744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113902923436976744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113902923436976744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-loving-it.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113897775017603018</id><published>2006-02-03T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T22:42:30.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://213.239.202.195/new_lwa_img/70045237a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking things slow and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's different kind of sayings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys want girl to be independent, it's logical because they cant spare every single second to be at her attention. but have they even spare a thought at HOW to let a girl be independent. somehow, i see more and more girls have become convienence products, easily sought for and of cos' easy disposal. Men have to LET girls GAIN independent. They themselves know what the world isnt gonna change with their plain words right? we humans just set unrealistic expectations of one another, thus we can never be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing, when we girls have to say something to guys. we want to have a heart to heart talk. for me, its drastic-ly TOUGH, near impossible. i supposed i cant get a heart to heart talk cos i wouldnt know what answer will i get. get what i meant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr bear isnt reading my blog. i guess i can say what i want hereeee. sometimes, i dont know when is the time to call him? is he free enough to talk to me? does he wants to talk to me? why isnt he calling me? &lt;em&gt;all the whys, does, not, yada yada seriously cracks my brain to a weenie meatball.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, if i wish i have the guts to say the things i want to say to him and hope he doesnt mind. seriously, people takes things differently and i'm not gg to know how he's gonna take it? negative or positive or he doesnt even care? i guess he does, just not that much and assumed i can already be on my own, now that i am a BIG 19 GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it is every plain jane dream to be pampered by their boyfriends, even if by words they dont meant. we always think it's too much to ask for from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men wouldnt change for you for christ's sake. they are just the way they are. at fights, you always come to think that you cannot blame him cos he JUST LIKE THAT? but why he can change or accomodate to people he mixes with. we are all different people and have different needs, cant simply apply the same logic and way you treat people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, im seriously not in the right state of mind. this is not the time to get upset. i am off to chill with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss my boyfriend and wish you keep me sane.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113897775017603018?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113897775017603018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113897775017603018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113897775017603018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113897775017603018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/taking-things-slow-and-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113893837020588287</id><published>2006-02-03T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T11:50:40.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make the best outta it</title><content type='html'>i guess other than the horrid location of my industrial placement, it's a good company afterall. it's incharge of &lt;em&gt;singapore fashion week.&lt;/em&gt; *oh man, what can say about that? i bet it's recognised. i will just make the best outta my industrial attachment, plus i wanna outshine. that's in da blood of a LEO afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing. i have covered three out of five modules. (: persevere is all i need. the week will be over real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so gonna get my &lt;em&gt;fish-eye lomo&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; 4 prints lomo &lt;/em&gt;on the LAST DAY of EXAM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss b. i miss b. i miss b &lt;em&gt;*chants ( tell me how to stop missing you) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;off, shann.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i want to be back in london, in oxford town centre roaming the streets. sitting at preks, munching the fabulous sandwiches watching the busy people at the busy walkway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113893837020588287?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113893837020588287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113893837020588287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113893837020588287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113893837020588287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/make-best-outta-it.html' title='make the best outta it'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113888229155300481</id><published>2006-02-02T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:19:41.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Placement: Meeting planner international private limited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Location: Kallang avenue 2, pico creative building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Liaison Officer: Cindy Soh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With:3 unknowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113888229155300481?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113888229155300481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113888229155300481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113888229155300481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113888229155300481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/placement-meeting-planner.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113887873289150654</id><published>2006-02-02T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:12:13.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the not so welcome dusk</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://213.239.202.195/new_lwa_img/70051222a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the dusk came just too soon and seemed like i got nothing much done on hand. perhaps it is due to me waking up only around noon! &lt;em&gt;( i slept like 3 am last night) &lt;/em&gt;the already 7pm skies just told me, i am one day nearer to the sacred battlefield. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think i lost my &lt;strong&gt;study mojo&lt;/strong&gt;. come back, your owner needs ya real badly. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;another 8 days to ultimate freeeeeeeedom, to seeing my schweetheart. (: it's only eight days. aint too tough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN DO IT!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*i miss my boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113887873289150654?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113887873289150654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113887873289150654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113887873289150654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113887873289150654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-so-welcome-dusk.html' title='the not so welcome dusk'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113876311260454735</id><published>2006-02-01T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T13:44:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loopholes City</title><content type='html'>follow the steps below if you wanna &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRY&lt;/span&gt; to scare me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. when calling me, dont ask me whether &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am &lt;strong&gt;shannon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (hello motherfucker, where are your brain? if you got the number to dial, do you need to ask?) just TRY saying "hello shannon". (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;speak english&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. more than half the city speaks english. dont even try messing with me with chinese, plus yours seriously is EWW. practice by reading more story books and oral practice. FOR your information, i do give english tuitions for kids like you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont act mysterious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. hello, there's no filming director over here. like i said, i dont bother finding who's who even if i got contacts doing it. i mixed with the smarts and not the stupids. *if you think of TRYING again, you better study more and at least make your BITCH knows that "OH MY SON STILL HAVE BRAINS" (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;MY NUMBER&lt;/strong&gt;. i wonder HOW?! did you get my number. no matter how, you are still D-U-M-B, need missy shannon to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;explain&lt;/span&gt;? IT MEANS STUPID. are you kinda suffering from depression or dementia, that sort of thing? seriously not in the right state of mind. only my friends have my numbers. FOES, (: fark you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;PULL STRINGS&lt;/strong&gt;. use you brains? i know almost half the cohort of my schweetheart's friends, buddies, even their girlfriends. try pulling strings with them and put your self in the pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY, IT'S ONLY FOR THE SMART ONES. DUMB BRAINLESS USELESSS WORTHLESS KUKUFIED arent allow here, unless you have a leash on. so now, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GET LEASHED &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* sorry sucker rooneys (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; even a dog have brains and put it to use to save people. YOU? go dig your grave on this chinese new year outside your doorsteps. (: *need my help, gimme a call since you already got my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. better pray that karma doesnt comes to you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always in my prayers, forgive those who sin against you. i pray for their sins and may they learn their mistakes. that's my policy. i had prayed for you last night, so u better &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cry and beg for forgiveness&lt;/span&gt; from the queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY, find out who you are messing with?! you cant possibly mess with one's IQ AND EQ of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;160 &lt;/span&gt;and one with like say&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 5&lt;/span&gt;? that will need like twenty to thirty of you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*note: i am the president of ELDDS. we wrote scripts and act them out, back with awards. wanna mess with me? (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRY HARDER&lt;/span&gt;, that's all i can give you as weenie advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed offf, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss analytical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*stop messing with my friends. dont make me curse you. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113876311260454735?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113876311260454735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113876311260454735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113876311260454735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113876311260454735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/loopholes-city.html' title='Loopholes City'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113872653609735715</id><published>2006-02-01T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:55:36.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRY HARDER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LET'S SEE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;SOMEONE PUNK`D ME WITH A CALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*YAY*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lets fuck it alright? it's is SOOOO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DUMB&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tryyyy harder&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MY &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUTS &lt;/span&gt;IS BIGGER THAN YOUR &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BRAIN &lt;/span&gt;ANYWAY (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where are your balls? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so long suckers. i seriously love that prank call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113872653609735715?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113872653609735715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113872653609735715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113872653609735715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113872653609735715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/try-harder.html' title='TRY HARDER!'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113871442358437409</id><published>2006-01-31T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:33:43.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/untitled.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i.have.been.studyin.straight.10.hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dread-ass-tired.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*back to books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113871442358437409?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113871442358437409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113871442358437409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113871442358437409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113871442358437409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113868079209089370</id><published>2006-01-31T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:13:12.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>party pooper kit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my night-out to chill with my friends, let every strand of my hair down. The rnb party at &lt;strong&gt;MOS &lt;/strong&gt;was good stuff, didnt made a wasteful trip. Alright, i will let the photos do the work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="534" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a94/91113663/2ba171f8.jpg" width="751" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 243px" height="487" alt="Image  hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a94/91113663/c864a74a.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a94/91113663/ShannonMaxSherwin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;something i learnt, it's a wishful thinking that you will forget everything you want to when you are partying. that's what happen to me. and perhaps he outta my mind for lesser than a spilt second, faster than a cat can wink its eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*misses wouldnt much help. teach me how to stop the missing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i should get back to my books now. afterall, the world doesnt evolve for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113868079209089370?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113868079209089370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113868079209089370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113868079209089370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113868079209089370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/party-pooper-kit.html' title='party pooper kit'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113862761820292959</id><published>2006-01-30T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T21:26:58.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://213.239.202.195/new_lwa_img/70051084a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i said i dont deserve that word 'whatever', &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i meant i don't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113862761820292959?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113862761820292959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113862761820292959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113862761820292959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113862761820292959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-i-said-i-dont-deserve-that-word.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113855260216981879</id><published>2006-01-30T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:36:42.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls talk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here alive. girls talk kept my heart beating still till this every second. we ladies, behaves all d`same way, &lt;em&gt;psychological warfare&lt;/em&gt; with the poor missy brain plus &lt;em&gt;faith and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;strikin a balance, easy said than done. part of growing up though. one sweet day, we will all get what we deserve. (: i yearn for that day coming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113855260216981879?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113855260216981879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113855260216981879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113855260216981879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113855260216981879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/girls-talk.html' title='girls talk.'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113853452288349018</id><published>2006-01-29T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:35:22.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese new year, day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i visited ghost town, orchard. totally invaded by immigrants. okay, we were all immigrants &lt;em&gt;'n' &lt;/em&gt;years ago. but we dont have the &lt;em&gt;"immigrant immi-face." &lt;/em&gt;the only shopping centre alive and kicking is lucky plaza, other than that there's nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the crowd at gram's place is getting lesser and lesser. i supposed this is what happen for not being family-oriented. but well, the simple gathering was enough for me, though lesser hongbaos. my young cousins had alll grown up, which gav me a reminder of me hitting BIG nineteen this august. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uncles and aunts asked &lt;em&gt;"girl, where's your boyfriend?".&lt;/em&gt; they bring up a very good question. The answer is "he's not free, and not ready." it's difficult for girls to swallow this simple reality fact down, but i'll just do it because i believe he will be ready in time to come. till that day, it will be an accomplishment for me. so much for that, i have been upset for the whole day of first day of chinese new year. i have called ling, gab, gp, zefeng, jinghui...that whole lot of people who knock the same senses into me and making me feel so much better. thanks, a word is so not enough. you guys deserve a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG HUG&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now that, i am at home alone. i have to settle my dinner myself. shannon the big girl now, you have to take care of yourself. :) --&gt; this smile is so not easy to attain. it's so difficult to be me. i need to revamp myself. if i am going to be sucha gan-cheong spider, one day i will leave earth via &lt;em&gt;depression&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;till thenn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113853452288349018?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113853452288349018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113853452288349018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113853452288349018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113853452288349018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year-day-1.html' title='chinese new year, day 1'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113846065636900733</id><published>2006-01-28T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:04:16.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/1600/DEXTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/914/320/DEXTER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do.i.need.to.explain.more.?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113846065636900733?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113846065636900733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113846065636900733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113846065636900733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113846065636900733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/do.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113843751763650156</id><published>2006-01-28T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T16:38:37.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my whole family is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;, except for me. the mug worm. i have no mood for any outings or any kind of outdoor activities. just feel like rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, today's supposed to be new year's eve and there should be reunion dinner. the entire family is busy so we need to push back everything. gr8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy chinese new year everyone. and of cos, happy collecting hongbao from your relatives. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113843751763650156?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113843751763650156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113843751763650156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113843751763650156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113843751763650156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-whole-family-is-out-except-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113836249074370546</id><published>2006-01-27T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T19:48:10.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="391" src="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/010702/i-can-see-your-bellybutton.gif" width="349" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if there's a need to strive harder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;studying 24/7? i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;study hard and smart people. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 february&lt;/em&gt; isn't too far away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113836249074370546?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113836249074370546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113836249074370546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113836249074370546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113836249074370546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-theres-need-to-strive-harder.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113833517909775986</id><published>2006-01-27T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T12:12:59.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strike hard*</title><content type='html'>it is time to mug like there's no tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113833517909775986?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113833517909775986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113833517909775986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113833517909775986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113833517909775986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/strike-hard.html' title='strike hard*'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113828739808905365</id><published>2006-01-26T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:56:38.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recharged*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a wonderful time with baby in town tonight. i seriously needed that so much, now that i feel so so&lt;em&gt; recharged and safe&lt;/em&gt;. well, you know what i mean. I dont know is it me or just my dearest had been really nice to me this evening; whether be it, teasing, accompanying, holding hands, escalator hugs..anything. it just feel great to see him again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby and i tried very extremely thoroughly hard to find a nice top for my C.new year. have the money, dont have the mood to spend it. oh welll... that's good in some way. there's cny every year, who bothers. i know i dont bother anymore. i will be in t shirt, jeans and slippers. the end. no glamor, i want comfy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that i am recharged emotionally and mentally, i need to serve my physical factor- sleep. I need to sleep to fight that different modules demons at the break of dawn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh yea, i think my group got shortlisted for LKY challenge.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113828739808905365?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113828739808905365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113828739808905365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113828739808905365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113828739808905365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/recharged.html' title='recharged*'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113826798826144172</id><published>2006-01-26T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T17:33:08.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am out for dinner with my boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*grin* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113826798826144172?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113826798826144172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113826798826144172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113826798826144172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113826798826144172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-out-for-dinner-with-my-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113824706476160597</id><published>2006-01-26T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:44:24.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="344" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062883/K=duckling/v=2/SID=w/l=IVS/SIG=12bok0ufg/EXP=1138333370/*-http%3A//members.optusnet.com.au/sharoniland/duckling.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everyone's busy in da lab, doing constructive work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;except me. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's the last thursday of this semester, also the last day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nothing to be happy about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one bad thing, i will miss all my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after the exams, it will be industry attachment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gr8 man. we wouldn't see each other for like three months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's gonna be hell havoc-ly depressing for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we are a bunch of selective animals, we do not socialise simply and easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh yeah, my room is in a dreadful state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;revision notes, handouts, sweet wraps, water bottle, coffee mug, everything you name it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's what happen during the exam period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;boooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it will be another day of books today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113824706476160597?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113824706476160597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113824706476160597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113824706476160597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113824706476160597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/everyones-busy-in-da-lab-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113816983706516017</id><published>2006-01-25T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:17:17.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;creation.of.a.happy.entry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113816983706516017?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113816983706516017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113816983706516017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113816983706516017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113816983706516017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/creation.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113815569047521465</id><published>2006-01-25T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:21:30.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCREWED UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; business finance paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*sting* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the only paper i screwed up for this semester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;upsetttttt. this is not happening. i am going through the first stage called denial, second will be anger, third will be hopelessness and last stage will be acceptance. *sigh. i need to get over this in 5 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my phone is not ringing. nothing is helping. waiting for the ticking clock to strike 11am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;gonna study my ass off today afternoon. i wanna watch geisha, in her shoes...strings of movies. i just wanna hang out somewhere, to keep me alive hanging on. scream man. I HAVE TO SCORE! :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUSINESS FINANCE. YOU ARE SO DEAD. I AM GOING TO CONQUER YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU AND YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113815569047521465?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113815569047521465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113815569047521465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113815569047521465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113815569047521465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-screwed-up-business-finance.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113808995189265412</id><published>2006-01-24T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:05:51.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MEGA ULTRA DUPER WOOPER TIRED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it feels so early right now, but it's almost hitting evening. ironic. the studying work seems like never ever gonna end. *strug* no matter how much i tried to be optimistic, it just got worse. sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i have a list of work to do, plus practice for my french roleplay which is on this thursday. dont worry people, i wil not die, cry and faint just because of a backfired incident. i am stronger than u think i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh anyway, i am kinda glad that my friends didnt throw me with evil comments about my coloured lenses. i guess i got the right colour or something. :) still, even if i got "constructive comments" , i will only accept it if that person is &lt;em&gt;fashionable reliable,&lt;/em&gt; get what i meant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;this thurday, can be regarded as the last day of this semester. nothing to be happy about with the approaching cornering nerve-choking examinations. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i am so tired after talking so much, but it feels good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;just wondering when is the very next time that i will see my darl? after the exams? i need to my recharger soon. i hate busy periods, in some way it keeps you busy and also makes you miss that specific one more than ever. that's life for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113808995189265412?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113808995189265412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113808995189265412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113808995189265412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113808995189265412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/mega-ultra-duper-wooper-tired-it-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113799030992907085</id><published>2006-01-23T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:49:59.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WALA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 422px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="361" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062883/K=victoria+secret+fashion+show/v=2/SID=w/l=IVS/SIG=12r2fs44h/EXP=1138175186/*-http%3A//www.jewsweek.com/Static/Binaries/Article/victoria1120_main_1.jpg" width="406" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;boys and girls, remember to stay tuned tonight for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;victoria secret runway&lt;/span&gt; show!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you are gonna miss out a gr8 mega deal if you are to miss it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i love my new hair look and my contact lenses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*praying hard for my ict equiz. *grind teeths*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113799030992907085?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113799030992907085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113799030992907085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113799030992907085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113799030992907085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/walaboys-and-girls-remember-to-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113789679358417179</id><published>2006-01-22T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T10:26:33.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Backfired?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i got more than enough solutions to help you people with backfired incidents. there's several dickheads in my life, namely one just added to the moron society. things that we dont understand, maybe we shouldnt. you wouldnt want to end up like IQ of 0.1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i was backfired. the whole story? i will annouce it to the world if that thing tries to do something funny. in short, i was lack of a partner for my french roleplay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what to do when you are backfired?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step back and take 5 deep breaths&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THINK. it's important!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRY, if you are a girl. bottling up is not healthy for our hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CALL. your most important person in your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEEK your sensible friends or loved ones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;COOL, because it's PAYBACK TIME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i have to say i'm lucky, not just plain lucky. i am HELL lucky (: i am gonna to treat whoever i called and helped me to lunch. anything. tt's when i say, when you treat me nice..you will be ultimately repaid. otherwise, just dig your farking grave la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ling&lt;/span&gt;, you are so right. i wanna get rid of it from my roleplay too. i wouldnt want a junk to ruin my french score afterall. I LOVE YOU! only you understand ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jinghui&lt;/span&gt;!! thanks so much kays. that skank skull is out of my msn, friendster, anything that made up a FRIEND. eeks. pukes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;last but not the least, my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dearest&lt;/span&gt;. thanks a million for being so calm handling the crybaby last night. also, making sure i'm alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;i ask for nothing more, because i had it all. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113789679358417179?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113789679358417179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113789679358417179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113789679358417179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113789679358417179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/backfiredi-got-more-than-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113781129508550631</id><published>2006-01-21T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:41:35.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mugging season&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;couching friday is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i need to gear up for studies now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's the only obligation now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everything other than that, will be over exam period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only time can stop ticking away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113781129508550631?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113781129508550631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113781129508550631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113781129508550631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113781129508550631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/mugging-season-couching-friday-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113773910688062569</id><published>2006-01-20T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T14:38:26.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;just two minutes ago i received a message via my mobile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first word which came out of my mouth is "you are so useless."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;believe me, even if you drop dead. i wouldnt help you. it's over my dead body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you have any brains, you have so many people who loved you with all they can, your family and friends. all you can do is break their hearts till there's nothing to break. sensible is something you lack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people made mistakes and learn from them, but you never never seems to learn. people lied and felt sorry about it, but you never felt a bit of that thing called guilt. other times, when i thought i understood you more than anyone do- i guess it's just an plain assumption. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you told me to grow up. who's now need growing up? and plant some brain. get out of my world. fark it kays. go away man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are worthless, even god will tear at your sins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113773910688062569?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113773910688062569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113773910688062569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113773910688062569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113773910688062569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-two-minutes-ago-i-received.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113772592854511024</id><published>2006-01-20T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T10:58:48.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when there's no need to bother about what time to wake up for school or work is definitely the best thing for me now (: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simply awesome&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113772592854511024?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113772592854511024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113772592854511024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113772592854511024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113772592854511024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-theres-no-need-to-bother-about.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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-11330713.post-113764218358100486</id><published>2006-01-19T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T19:08:42.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="260" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062883/K=kids+lomo/v=2/SID=w/l=IVS/SIG=12qorehrt/EXP=1137728601/*-http%3A//www.skivvies.com/photos/albums/LomoRoll0003/05_kids_on_wall.jpg" width="280" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when fun strikes.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my sugary level is at its peak. (: i got extremely good grades for my efma and business finance project!!!&lt;strong&gt; YAY!&lt;/strong&gt; I just had my business finance paper this morning. it wasnt that bad! well, the usual discussing after the test about the answer happened. it's no use getting worried since it's over. i can't be bothered anymore. i will get my results during next week tutorial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stuck at efma lab right now! just now during efma's tutorial is damn hilarious man. tickles everyone in my class, the more active one. the egg-seller, ms pang is making a fool of herself man. alright, she's a nice tcher- better the csh i guess. we have this "&lt;em&gt;bestfriend"&lt;/em&gt; in our class who is soooo irritating, those who talked great deal and do minimal near zero. lionel , shes ur BEST FRIEND too. hahahaha. o wells, at least you have something to laugh at everyday in school. Adib came up with &lt;em&gt;"indonesian werewolf",&lt;/em&gt; damn baddddd lar. hahhahha really tickles me bad. i didnt pay any attention during efma tutorial though. and now i'm blogging in efma lab, what do you expect?! i suppose my class is not so bad after all, maybe sometimes you just have to adapt better. shannon is getting adaptive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one thing about my efma tutor. she made sure she instil the information into your brain by &lt;em&gt;REPEATING and repeating and REPEATING&lt;/em&gt;. she just have the thing to make you remember whether you like it or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the craze fear is glad to be over. now all i have to face is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;reminder: stay away from mac canteen. there will be nutty crowd since it's the first day of open house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11330713-113764218358100486?l=candybar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113764218358100486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11330713&amp;postID=113764218358100486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113764218358100486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11330713/posts/default/113764218358100486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-fun-strikes.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823368754419129407</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>
