<?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-7303256</id><updated>2011-05-02T19:34:10.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sylvia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>649</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115384543821600049</id><published>2006-07-26T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:37:18.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Somewhere else and wherever you think that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115384543821600049?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115384543821600049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115384543821600049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115384543821600049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115384543821600049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/moved.html' title='moved'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115364853097322916</id><published>2006-07-23T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T01:22:09.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LASTPOST</title><content type='html'>Don't worry. I will learn to be strong. I'm fine. I thank all you people for being there for me. I moving on, moving on. But maybe a part of me will still be stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank May for always telling me to prepare for a breakup. I thank Pam for always being so insensitive to read all my smses to make sure she wakes me up even if i were to cry. I thank you Nafisah, Su and Ais for listening to the sadness and disappointment buried in my heart everyday. I'm sorry Naz, I hate to burden you, I'm sorry for not telling you all these things which has been happening because I know I have hurt and burdened more than enough people. Lastly, I wanna thank Sin Lek. We may disagree on this issue all the time and although sometimes you end up standing on the guy's side, I really thank you so much, for telling me to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you guys. Especially you, Abdul Nawawi Hadri Bin Essni. For once, I thank you for being the best boyfriend and godsent gift. From now on, promise me you will study hard and not only pass one subject anymore. Move on, forget about love. If you need me, just holler me. The colour will still shine for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I hope this love will still be preserved. You know, if you chose a timeout over a breakup, you should know you still need to commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stay at Ais's house tonight and try to recover or what you call cry your heart out until you don't have a heart anymore. Bring more tissue tomorrow. My sis stole away my shoebag and there's no more space in my bag to put tissues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From today on, this blog will die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted it, so you better move on without regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREATEST LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 9th 2004, you know I love you so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115364853097322916?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115364853097322916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115364853097322916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115364853097322916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115364853097322916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/lastpost.html' title='LASTPOST'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115363953211692501</id><published>2006-07-23T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:25:32.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asking for too much</title><content type='html'>Let's just say.. I'm asking for too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I don't really think it's so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should find more happiness in giving more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to find myself an excuse to runaway, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, I should learn to be more easily contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Amaths is sucking the shit out of me, moron. I miss Javachips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisya, Suhaila, Nafisah, Nazurah, I need you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115363953211692501?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115363953211692501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115363953211692501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115363953211692501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115363953211692501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/asking-for-too-much.html' title='asking for too much'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115358430746594894</id><published>2006-07-23T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:05:07.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair rollers</title><content type='html'>Mad TV is freaking cool. I love the Nicole Richie paraody. I'm laughing my ass off for no apparent reason now, not even convincing enough to sinlek. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want big curls, I want hair rollers, I want brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair rollers, the new hot thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115358430746594894?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115358430746594894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115358430746594894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115358430746594894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115358430746594894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/hair-rollers.html' title='hair rollers'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115357099776727289</id><published>2006-07-22T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T20:42:03.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is like a curve</title><content type='html'>Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Nawawi today. We went BK parkway to study and despite my unbearable flu, it turned out to be rather productive cos I manage to catch some Binomial balls now. However, the remedial turned out to be shit for me thanks to this nose of mine, with the fact that there are a thousand Xs and Ys on this earth that I don't really know whether I should sub which X and which Y to which dydx and y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think life is like a curve. We have our ups, and our downs on the graph which has distinctly 4 parts (x, y, -x, -y respectively) which actually shows where our life has begun. The tangent to the curve is just like opportunities going closer and closer to the peak of our life, reaches it, and drift away from it. A curve can change its position, just like how poor can end up to the rich. We just need a little transformation (but obviously it's very very difficult as you can see I had gotten a 9/20 for me bloody quiz). However, some people can manage to savour the best by combining there ups and downs and curves of changes of this life. This process to savour and reminicise is to be obtained by a method called integration (area between/under curves/graph). Yes, complicated it may be. But if we take the effort to memorise the simple formula, smart people will benefit from it. Sometimes, when people just want to forget about troubles and drift away from what they should do, they differentiate their life to find the small change. Unable to take a twist, but definitely able to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitchen smells like durian now. Oh, what heaven. I haven't been eating durians for more than 2 years, since my grandma has passed away. Why? This is because if I were to ever bring durian into the house, my sis and my mom would probably throw me down the building. You know, they detest durian. However, my mom suddenly became an angel and accepted her friend's durian offer. That friend of hers gave her 2kg worth of durian flesh and tadah, it's in the fridge now. And guess what now? I feel the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've gotten the chance to listen to all the songs from Liberation Transmission. Changed. Kind of disappointed but I'll still be behind them, all the way. Ian you hot-ass :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get an A for my chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115357099776727289?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115357099776727289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115357099776727289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115357099776727289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115357099776727289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-is-like-curve.html' title='life is like a curve'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115339853343369836</id><published>2006-07-20T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:31:32.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chem test rocks</title><content type='html'>Su spent $1.50 on Cadbury boost just to invest on me to make sure that I'll be happier today. But naughty Aiman just had to snatch it away and eat it all by himself. Tsk. Aiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won Jiejing for the Electrolysis Common Test. So funky ;) 26/30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Amaths is killing me softly. To tell the truth, ever since I entered the scholars populated maths class, I feel so inferior. But thanks to Su, life has been so much better though I'm probably the only sucker there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that tomorrow's maths test will be conducted at 0407. Now I can finally charge my ipod peacefully without having to hide this shit and that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115339853343369836?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115339853343369836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115339853343369836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115339853343369836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115339853343369836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/chem-test-rocks.html' title='chem test rocks'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115339783725443163</id><published>2006-07-20T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:17:18.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you smell desperation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Can you smell desperation?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want this blog to turn into some emoshit but I'm sorry guys, I really can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all I can do now is to be the best girlfriend I can ever be and watch for things to happen. I want to give my best shot, so that at the very end, I won't regret anything. Even if the scars are showing that the mistakes are still marked, I know it's inevitable. As long as I do everything out of the most genuine sincerity to you, I know I've played a part in your life. Till then, if you still feel like being free, then.. Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, that's of course not what I want because this "we're in it together" thing has been showing to me this is  nothing but a misfit. All I can feel is that I've thought through and I already know what I'm gonna do. The decision ain't in my hands anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy whom I've changed from an ultra anti social personality to someone who'd turn gay whenever he's with me. I wonder if it's still him now. Kinda miss the boy, where I got cared for like nobody's business. It really felt good to know someone is always always there for you right but it seriously feels like shit to know someone WAS always there for you; That boy who doesn't care about tireness, even if it was just to catch a glimpse of me being around his sight. Nevermind, it's no longer there. Not like that boy'll come back once again or anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know my heart still pumps extra hard whenever you're near me? Do you know how it really feels to walk along the void deck of block 124 knowing that you're sitting on the railing at the bus stop, waiting for me? Maybe you don't feel it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself crying all the time. It's really sad to see myself doing that because I know I could have stop falling. But can I? Just only at times, you'll treat me so super duper nice that I could just forget about all the scoldings and shoutings. And there I go, I fall again. I know you love me. But trust me, your angst is affecting me, affecting you more and it's causing me to get paranoid. Please don't deny it. Your girlfriend knows it. For all you know I'm the most sensitive one as long as it's something which has got to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel that my heart skips an extra beat in your presence, I want to escape. (Let's just say what if I love you like maddddddddd and one day I'll just be gone in your heart?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you see this post, please don't give me another round of megashots please. All I want is just some love, and some concern. Maybe an extra hug would even make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a conditional love, I've been living by the unconditionals, it's striking me. Maybe you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115339783725443163?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115339783725443163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115339783725443163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115339783725443163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115339783725443163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/can-you-smell-desperation.html' title='can you smell desperation?'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115332134368876271</id><published>2006-07-19T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:02:23.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the colour doesn't shine for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The colour doesn't shine for me, at all. (Or I just can't see it. Or maybe you're the one who hasn't been looking out for it).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the excess ammonia leaves Copper(II) Ammonium forget-about-whaever-anion-it-is, you know things will start changing too. Time is the heat, negativity is the ranaway, and what's left will just be the remains which would either stay the same, or fade to black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's the losing end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fights are the stain, words are the water. Clean it off, it'll still be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or worst still, a part of it will leave my heart to be free. And it's irreversible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115332134368876271?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115332134368876271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115332134368876271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115332134368876271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115332134368876271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/colour-doesnt-shine-for-me.html' title='the colour doesn&apos;t shine for me'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115323275736157186</id><published>2006-07-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:25:57.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>Maybe you should just leave me alone. You could have been so much better. Yes, the same you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of ups and downs. Meanders, tributries, distributries, rapids, waterfalls, take a turn around the ox's bow, or maybe just another dam to stop everything from moving and then everything might just fade to nothingness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115323275736157186?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115323275736157186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115323275736157186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115323275736157186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115323275736157186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/you.html' title='you'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115304545948837123</id><published>2006-07-16T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:26:51.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so afraid that he will leave me. When that day comes, this blog will die.&lt;/3&gt;&lt;/3 div &lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115304545948837123?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115304545948837123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115304545948837123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115304545948837123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115304545948837123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-so-afraid-that-he-will-leave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115297508858337630</id><published>2006-07-15T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:02:20.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagpost</title><content type='html'>15 Jul 06, 18:56farahhh: s h i t is the ****. LOL&lt;br /&gt;15 Jul 06, 18:55farahhh: HAHA everytime im gonna take a test or i get nervous den i need to ****. or fart. LOL&lt;br /&gt;15 Jul 06, 15:02&lt;a href="http://9march-.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;jun ting&lt;/a&gt;: hi rmb me from np sec one squad?&lt;br /&gt;15 Jul 06, 13:15hid: I AM NUR HIDAYAH BTE JAIS. now you know, the h i d. heh ;D&lt;br /&gt;13 Jul 06, 21:07Steffi: Thanks for the funky present heh so cute thank you&lt;br /&gt;11 Jul 06, 22:43Sin Lek: hey syl, see ya in school there's something i wanna tell,&lt;br /&gt;10 Jul 06, 19:13angela: thanks darling for your cute lollipoop.i LOVE THE SEXAY you and LOLLIPOP&lt;br /&gt;9 Jul 06, 15:34zai: i sylvia! thanks, yea. for uh, that. it's better now that i know what's going on&lt;br /&gt;9 Jul 06, 11:19*huiwen: i suddenly have the fear of receiving the present u have for me... it sounds scary&lt;br /&gt;9 Jul 06, 02:54sab: hey girl. the stealin thing happens every yr without fail. lol, sad tht it happened to u. =(&lt;br /&gt;8 Jul 06, 21:41Madel: babe,you look blooming&amp;amazing!!..oh well,all the best for O's ya..tc..tata&lt;br /&gt;8 Jul 06, 14:23WELSONN: sorry syl for not going sch . take care ya&lt;br /&gt;7 Jul 06, 20:19yuan: oh gosh. my suppose-to-look-extremely-stupid-and-spastic face turned out so AH LIAN. lalalalala&lt;br /&gt;7 Jul 06, 19:41# NeeNa #: i support u!! N.Korea is selfish! n u noe wad..just nw english lesson eddie tan was talking about it too =)&lt;br /&gt;7 Jul 06, 00:33Ice Man: Haha. Disturb Mr Tan.&lt;br /&gt;6 Jul 06, 23:11junji: i need a sponsor for my romantic story which is to be made into a movie&lt;br /&gt;6 Jul 06, 20:42maria: Bill has finally revealed his secret obsession with them! hahaha! yesss I saw that smile! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys, I've been so so so so so lazy nowadays. As you can see, I haven't been enthu at the tagboard for the past few days and it's totally bothering too because I can't stand the laziness. Syl used to be really in love in tagboard that I kept on tagging like nobody's business. But as some people might know, I didn't have a tagboard for a period of 6 months last year because I wanted a totally plain blog skin with nothing but words and one picture. At that time, not even a single border was seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, I actually come home like around 10pm everyday due to night study. You don't see me online as often as the past three years. You can also see my blog posts are no longer that long such that you might need to scroll even after maximizing the window. What's more, my sis and I share the computer in a way such that we take turns and use on alternate days unless I steal her time or something. However, I feel uneasy when I don't blog the moment I come online. When I'm online, I love to blog sincerely, surf gossip website like &lt;a href="http://trent.blogspot.com"&gt;pinkisthenewblog.com&lt;/a&gt;, surf around the web and see pictures of celebrities like the Olsen Twins, Rachel Bilson or my all time favourite One Tree Hill casts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm bored, I'll talk to people like Sinlek because my conversation with him can sustain for at least many hours and I hate talking to the oknvm people because they look like they go online to talk to the people they have a crush on. That is absolutely irritating because I feel like a fool trying to talk to people to kill boredom and all they do is to reply a sentence after you've taken the initiative to shoot five lines at a go. I rather they don't reply. It's not like there's never a time where I don't feel like talking to people. But I think acting busy is better than replying one pathetic okok after 5 shots of enthusiasim. But that is ok, because the last time I asked for it was like many many years ago. Anyway it's not like I don't talk to ANYONE but then.. 99% of the time I don't actually go around say hi to everyone whenever I'm bored. The above only applies to a pathetic reply after 5-infinity funky messages. So at times when people are nice, I'll just shut off all the windows and concentrate on chatting. Thussss, I will just go off by reading all the tag posts and that's it. Hahaha, I READ THEM OK! That is the point. I read themmmm :D &amp;amp; some posts make me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OMG. I AM TOTALLY DRIFTING OFF. Hahahaha. Ok fine, so my point is that.. Since posts are pilling up, I'll like to take this very good opportunity to reply the posts above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Bill is a psycho. Bill created a stupid joke to hold everyone's hand. MMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junji: All the way man, invite me to the gala premier ok. I wanna step on the red carpet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neena: HAHA YES NEENA N.KOREA IS SO SELFISH RIGHT!! Now I feel like puking even if I'm eating South Korea food. I think they're disgusting me out totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuan: You want me to post a picture? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiwen: Please don't throw the bottle away. It's a funky love potion ok. Red color somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zai: Hey Zai please convince Zuhdi to not skip his prayers. Andand.. He's really sad about it even if you guys are already talking to each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Heyhey :D It'll take you days to finish the lollipop you know. I've tried it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lek: Roger that, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: Keep the bottle too ok. Check the bottom. So funky right the stefple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hid: OK NOW I KNOW. WORSE COME TO WORSE, USE JAIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Ting: Of course I remember! (: The one who refused to pay attention to me because trying to attach the buttons to the uniform seems to be so much more interesting LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah: EH YAYA! Is that normal? I think I have a disease or something because I still don't get why stomachache comes even if I'm not really nervous you know. And I've been passing out much lately -_- and I supposed its the packed schedule and tests overloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Off! :D Btw, I've caught Pirates. Also, I dreamt that I was dump yesterday and the saying goes, "Dream turns into reality". That sucks totally, I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115297508858337630?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115297508858337630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115297508858337630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115297508858337630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115297508858337630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/tagpost.html' title='tagpost'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115289757049266623</id><published>2006-07-15T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:33:17.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unbearable shit</title><content type='html'>I've been studying like some mad shit nowadays (which is not enough as mediocrity is always the....) and thus have developed an unbearable syndrome. Nowadays, I break into cold sweat whenever I imagine myself taking a test. Not only that, I get stomachaches whenever a test is near (even if its 20hours before) and the strike-backs and retreat of pain altogether last probably for about one whole day. I've been having tests for two days, so that's 2 days that I have suffered. Due to the stomachache, I seriouslu don't know whether is it that I eat too much, or I eat too little. It's very scary because I don't feel like myself at all and every moment, I'm just preparing myself against the stomachache. It wasn't a really good experience as till now.. I'm still experiencing it at this moment right now as I've just came out from the toilet for the 3943274815th time of the day (Right, when the next test is actually 6 days later and it's already showing that that is what I should call NEAR). It's really really really VERY BAD AND I REALLY DON'T KNOW HOW TO STOP IT! In fact I was having it all along in the classroom while waiting for my turn for English Prelims Oral and I had no choice but to sleep and forget about the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, maybe it's the diet. Ever since I've attended night study, my diet gets so fucking screwed and it's killing my stomach right now. Plus the stress, anything and everything, the undesirable came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuhdi Sharif I am so cvnodsfhoshrwethoivnzs disappointed and I seriously feel like killing you for that. Not because you lied. Since you don't see THE point (not my point) and you think it's great that you can just happily skip 3 times in a row. Fine. Go ahead. I will only care about people who know that I care for them and want me to care for them. Just take it or leave it. Or in the first place this wouldn't be something I'll kick a big fuss out of. Yes, not my problem, not my problem. What is the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, we went to the playground once again, after soooo many months. I'm so happy but wasn't cos I was somehow and somewhat pissed. Yet not as bad as Miss Tang because she refused to teach me how to do map reading yesterday when I have always been a good student. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for &lt;strong&gt;Mr Tan Koon Hian&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(a.k.a KFC because he looks like the KFC man.)&lt;/em&gt; for existing in this world of loneliness and helplessness and IGNORANCE when it comes to the physical features of the Rusape River &amp; Co or countless water tanks and coconut trees and their friends in parts of Zimbabwe and her friends too. He is also the one who would wave at me like a crazy fan of mine whenver I wave and say hi to him. Not only that, he too thinks that Jiaxin and I both are real friendly and ecstatic whenever we try to irritate him during lessons by asking him "Cher, have you visited whatevercountry?!?!" whenever he's teaching&lt;em&gt; (since we sit right in front of his table).&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, he seems to have visited all the major cities and countries in the world except for Turkey. For instance: After you've named him a hundred countries, there''ll somehow be only less than 3 which he've yet to visit and most probably he'll get some inspiration and ideas from us and complete his adventure trips &lt;em&gt;(fyi, he goes snorkelling ok and he even showed us pictures)&lt;/em&gt; by the end of this year. Ohhhh Mr Tan, he is so &lt;strong&gt;cute and nice&lt;/strong&gt;. I love him. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115289757049266623?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115289757049266623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115289757049266623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115289757049266623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115289757049266623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/unbearable-shit.html' title='unbearable shit'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115272002876836314</id><published>2006-07-12T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:00:28.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>steffi bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRST AND FOR MOST,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEFFI :D:D:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I've been banned from the computer -_- for the first time in my life. Ok it actually happened because I've been suffering from the can't-wake-up syndrome (or to be precise I wake up at 6.30 every day instead of 5.30) and my mom has been blaming it on the computer. I guess she's right because I'm always on the computer till late night. SO, there is possibility this blog would just rot and die someday until O's are over (Provided if my interest still lies here) and maybe I'll strike back with the most happening and funky Syl ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel seriously guilty because I've done something which was supposed to be helpful but it turned out to backfire so many people because I didn't know what happened at the other side then. In other words, I was somewhat misled to think another way. I'm.. really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross training was great, PE was great, lessons were great, time spent with them were great. Oh one piece's missing. I miss Nawawi and he thinks I don't know that he threw away my big gulp. Also.. He ate the chocolates without sharing with me, grrr. ABDUL NAWAWI WHEN ARE YOU GONNA REPAY ME BACK? I WANT THE MEIJI CHOCOLATE WITH STRWBERRY JELLYBEAN INSIDE. YES, THAT ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Marcus and I are somewhat worrying about our health. Nowadays we keep peeing like nobody's business and it's seriously irritating cos teachers think I'm faking a bladder issue whenever I inform them about toilet trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU KNOW WHAT? ADAM KHOO (MOTIVATIONAL CAMP) IS ON CHANNEL U NOW TELLING HIS LIFE STORY. HAHAHA. HE WAS EXPELLED AND ALL THAT SHIT BEFORE OK AND HE IS WORTH 20MILLION NOW. COOL RIGHT. ALALALALALALALAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d/dx. Nothing happened. says (PM 11:38):&lt;br /&gt;ADAM KHOO ON TV NOW&lt;br /&gt;d/dx. Nothing happened. says (PM 11:39):&lt;br /&gt;talking abt his life story sey&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:39):&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:39):&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;d/dx. Nothing happened. says (PM 11:39):&lt;br /&gt;u know&lt;br /&gt;d/dx. Nothing happened. says (PM 11:39):&lt;br /&gt;motivational camp&lt;br /&gt;d/dx. Nothing happened. says (PM 11:40):&lt;br /&gt;adam khoo technology.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:40):&lt;br /&gt;cheh&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:40):&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:40):&lt;br /&gt;sorry not interested.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:40):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;d/dx. Nothing happened. says (PM 11:40):&lt;br /&gt;he earns 20million a year -_-&lt;br /&gt;d/dx. Nothing happened. says (PM 11:40):&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:40):&lt;br /&gt;not*&lt;br /&gt;d/dx. Nothing happened. says (PM 11:40):&lt;br /&gt;last time he kena expell and blablabla one like wtf&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:40):&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:40):&lt;br /&gt;nobody really cares abt him&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:41):&lt;br /&gt;even if he's rich&lt;br /&gt;d/dx. Nothing happened. says (PM 11:41):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;d/dx. Nothing happened. says (PM 11:41):&lt;br /&gt;but he's the inspiration u see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:41):&lt;br /&gt;wads the point of making so much money when ur gona die anyway&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:41):&lt;br /&gt;leaving ur money behind to ur family&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:41):&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:42):&lt;br /&gt;no need so rich lah&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:42):&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny. says (PM 11:42):&lt;br /&gt;ppl in africa are fucking starving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually at times my boyfriend can be really inspiring too. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115272002876836314?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115272002876836314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115272002876836314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115272002876836314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115272002876836314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/steffi-bday_12.html' title='steffi bday'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115254246704567523</id><published>2006-07-10T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:41:07.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>night study rocks</title><content type='html'>Night study rocks :D:D:D Done with one Emaths paper. (Ohhh I so miss Faiz! Finally got to spend some time with him. Right, doing Maths and Chemistry -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I want to vent about my unhappiness about something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get frustrated especially when people ask for assistance about school work (&lt;em&gt;Esp something like maths where you need to explain like fuck and at times you don't even know what you're actually talking about&lt;/em&gt;) and they play and talk and talk and play and talk and play and talk and play and play and play (&lt;em&gt;Like might well just wait for you to be alone and really keen to learn and not just fill up every single shit space on the paper&lt;/em&gt;) when all you want to do is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; to get done and over with it but sincerely explain to the person so the person will get it and he/she will know how to deal with that kind of question whenever he/she sees it in the tys or anywhere else. If you think it's a whatever, &lt;strong&gt;put yourself in my shoes&lt;/strong&gt;. If my sincerity is arrogance to you just because I want you to do it yourself after you've claimed that you understand, I don't know what to say anymore. I want to help, but I won't feed. Unless you give me a dy/dx question where no cars, petrol, boxes and more boxes, handbags, jackclimbingthefuckingbeanstalkat1m/s can ever be used to explain then I'll need to do it for your in-the-future reference. OR maybe, I could have done it just like how I willingly helped Yuan to do all the calculations for the circle and trigo question because she really wanted to know what's going on in the question and at the same time, my hands were itching for sums to do. I'm not being unreasonable you know. I didn't even not explain and just dump everything for you to do. I know maybe I sounded like I was in a rush because I wanted to join Vans at the parade Square butttttttt how can you ever ask me to go on when you're doing something else? I know it gives me a little comfort when you tell me you're listening (when I pause) when you look like you're not listening at all. Sometimes, I believe you're listening. But you're just hearing, not listening you know. I want to help, and I get that "whatever". Then what the hell am I supposed to do? Put on a show and get done and over with it till your question gets filled up and the explanation is finally over to give you a sense of accompalishment? NO! I want to help efficiently alright and you're not appreciating it at all. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115254246704567523?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115254246704567523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115254246704567523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115254246704567523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115254246704567523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/night-study-rocks.html' title='night study rocks'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115245645043634310</id><published>2006-07-09T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:28:33.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for all you know</title><content type='html'>My hair's snipped, beautiful. Ambivalence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one spells evil and hatred but only you&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry&lt;br /&gt;For all you know&lt;br /&gt;No one's snatching anyone.&lt;br /&gt;For all you know&lt;br /&gt;I'm not intimidated&lt;br /&gt;For all you know&lt;br /&gt;Look away and elude for all you want&lt;br /&gt;For all you know&lt;br /&gt;I can still see it&lt;br /&gt;For all you know&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to escape for once for twice but not forever&lt;br /&gt;For all you know&lt;br /&gt;That getaway is fear&lt;br /&gt;For all you know&lt;br /&gt;It's not just about me and her and you can't stop us.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;I see that fear in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're afraid&lt;br /&gt;For all you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid its title should not be For-All-You-Know. For all you know, it just happens to be Get-A-Life. For all you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; the psycho-fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you'll see this and it'll haunt you every night till an apple tree grows out of your forehead. KASHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgiving you destructive piece of shit. That won't get anywhere. You could have been so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had this so deep and at the same time, you can't win for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115245645043634310?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115245645043634310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115245645043634310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115245645043634310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115245645043634310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-all-you-know.html' title='for all you know'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115242379808251878</id><published>2006-07-09T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T13:45:24.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate beehoon</title><content type='html'>When I woke up this morning, I realised that I somewhat sprained my neck and I can't really turn my head to the sides now. This sucks, and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm gonna watch Mr and Mrs Smith tonight, again. I'm so looking forward to watching Troy and Pride&amp;amp;Prejudice because I don't think I'll have the time to watch them during weekdays. Ahhh, I still want One Tree Hill, anyone? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andand, Indie and Alternative music fest at Esplanade next week! Anyone? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, do you know Pam was being such a.. Bimbohead? She screamed like nobody's business in the Lido Theatre yesterday night just because she was soooo afraid that that bullet might get into Superman's eye. Omgggg. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Huiwen: Don't worry la, this present is not gonna kill you. It's gonna make you laugh the head out of yourself. It's not material, not brand, just &lt;strong&gt;funky&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh, let's be funky. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? Pam and I quarrelled with May yesterday night and it was so freaking scary cos I seriously didn't know how to explain myself and I've never quarrelled with her in my entire life. So you know, thankkkkk god, it's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys know that I can't eat Beehoon? My mom once told me that whenever I eat beehoon when I was young, I would either get stomachache or spit it out because it's so difficult to chew and I kept having nightmares about Beehoon. Now, I have this psychological barrier for Beehoon. WheneverI eat it, I feel that my head is spinning and my stomach gets cold. Oh man, and she just cooked one whole pot of Beehoon and was convincing me to eat it because she claimed that it's soft enough for my saliva to dissolve it within seconds such that I don't actually have to chew it at all. However, I am still afraid and I can tell you I would rather finish that whole bunch of Bananas on the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know, I can't eat Beehoon. I don't like Beehoon. I don't eat Beehoon. I won't eat Beehoon and I will never ever want to eat Beehoon. It's kind of freaking me out and I can see that I'm getting goosebumps all over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Lek, where're you? I need to talk to you. I'm worrrrrrieeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115242379808251878?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115242379808251878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115242379808251878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115242379808251878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115242379808251878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-beehoon.html' title='i hate beehoon'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115238510605046327</id><published>2006-07-09T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:58:26.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chatchat</title><content type='html'>Went out with Pamonkey. Caught Superman Returns too. I reached home about twelve plus cos the movie ended really late. Pam and I bought this cheesetofu outside centrepoint and I think it rocks like hell man. Ok, figure of speech :D Anyways, we walked around, shopped around and even bought Huiwen the most happening present EVEREVEREVER. I bet she will remember it for life as long as she's still living under the roof of her huge bungalow. Woohoooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more CID, no more funky dramas, no more 715, no more celeb crush. Night study, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhh, I am so super hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sooo late, and I'm still chatting with Marcus. Yay yay :D:D:D My all-time entertainment since sec1. Hahahahhaa. Since the time when he had that armani &amp; supereyebags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wawa's Kitkats are STILL in my fridge. I feel so tempted by it ALL THE TIME, ahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very interesting conversation which you may find boring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:02):&lt;br /&gt;indians are nice people&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:02):&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;Just because things don't go the way you want it to be, people don't react the way you think they should. says (AM 2:02):&lt;br /&gt;example?&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:02):&lt;br /&gt;cos that time&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:02):&lt;br /&gt;i go help 1 uncle work.&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:02):&lt;br /&gt;basketball one&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:02):&lt;br /&gt;cos nobody free&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:02):&lt;br /&gt;i go help him&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:03):&lt;br /&gt;then right&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:03):&lt;br /&gt;we send this piece of glass to 1 indian family's house&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:03):&lt;br /&gt;the indian man , aka the father&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:03):&lt;br /&gt;treat us very nice&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:03):&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:03):&lt;br /&gt;lyke..&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:03):&lt;br /&gt;ask whether wan drink anot&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:03):&lt;br /&gt;then very helpful lar.&lt;br /&gt;quee says (AM 2:03):&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Just because things don't go the way you want it to be, people don't react the way you think they should. says (AM 2:03):&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Just because things don't go the way you want it to be, people don't react the way you think they should. says (AM 2:04):&lt;br /&gt;but then&lt;br /&gt;Just because things don't go the way you want it to be, people don't react the way you think they should. says (AM 2:04):&lt;br /&gt;that is only a family&lt;br /&gt;Just because things don't go the way you want it to be, people don't react the way you think they should. says (AM 2:04):&lt;br /&gt;actually to me&lt;br /&gt;Just because things don't go the way you want it to be, people don't react the way you think they should. says (AM 2:04):&lt;br /&gt;indians can be nice&lt;br /&gt;Just because things don't go the way you want it to be, people don't react the way you think they should. says (AM 2:04):&lt;br /&gt;chinese can be nice&lt;br /&gt;Just because things don't go the way you want it to be, people don't react the way you think they should. says (AM 2:04):&lt;br /&gt;malays can be nice&lt;br /&gt;Just because things don't go the way you want it to be, people don't react the way you think they should. says (AM 2:04):&lt;br /&gt;everyone can be nice&lt;br /&gt;Just because things don't go the way you want it to be, people don't react the way you think they should. says (AM 2:04):&lt;br /&gt;just that&lt;br /&gt;Just because things don't go the way you want it to be, people don't react the way you think they should. says (AM 2:04):&lt;br /&gt;not ALL of each are nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, basically everybody's equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, just because things don't go the way you want it to be and people don't react the way you think they should. The first part is what EVERYONE on earth does and the second part is just nothing but disdainful. I hate it, I know I definitely won't ever fall under the second part but I seriously hate it when I commit it myself. Sinful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115238510605046327?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115238510605046327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115238510605046327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115238510605046327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115238510605046327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/chatchat.html' title='chatchat'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115233143645159737</id><published>2006-07-08T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T12:03:56.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo!</title><content type='html'>Going out with Pammie after this to get Wenwen's present and Angela's present and shop for myself too. I need to go to the Guess sale to grab whatever I can or I'll have to wait for one more year to shop for all the funky and affordable clothes. Well, I shall show off my Bens&amp;Jerrys at night ok. Watch out! Hahahahha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, I'm so down with flu and I need to sleep first. Pamthebestttttttttttt(: &amp; SHE IS SENDING MESSAGES TO ME EVERY NOW AND THEN JUST BECAUSE SHE HAS FREEE MSGES TO M1 CUSTOMERS. Yay, at least I'm one of them! Yeahhhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMAN. I BROKE RECORD. My bill is finally up to satisfactory :) $50.13 My father is so going to be happy and proud of me. Actually sometimes I really can't help it but to just accept emergency calls after 7pm or send outgoing calls especially when I'm like on duty or something. But I'm seriously not the kind who would go around sending people, "hi :)" messages! Maybe I'll only do that to Nawawi, Pam or Yuan since we're like the bored people. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDYESINEEDTOSLEEPNOW&lt;br /&gt;ORELSEPAMWILLKILLMELATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardgay is so funky, but thrusting of hips is so super obscene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115233143645159737?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115233143645159737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115233143645159737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115233143645159737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115233143645159737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/woohoo.html' title='woohoo!'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115228323918516078</id><published>2006-07-07T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:40:39.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I think Su is so walking in the sunshine &amp; my arms looked like it had overwalked the sunshine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I look so Reese Witherspoon-ish in this picture.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_0034.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_0034.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another smile worth more than words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_0024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_0024.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ow Jim, Bad-hair day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok thanks Ashley for the picture. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This doesn't look very nice but Hoyin looks much worse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/CIMG4722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/CIMG4722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLI :D My beautiful legs. Hahahahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/Camera%20pix%201709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/Camera%20pix%201709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to act like you're so sane, Aiman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_7145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_7145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anti-shock not in our favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_7125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_7125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLC. Private party.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSCN4577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSCN4577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so not enough, yet maybe moreee than enough :D What a temptation to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Aisya totally lied to me about what happened on that Monday morning. Zxcvbnmlkjhgfd how could she! Cheat my feelings only. But that contagious smile? What the hell. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, the channel 8 show's ending already. My celeb crush's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME MONSTER STOLE MY SS FILE. DO YOU KNOW MY SS FILE COST MORE THAN A MILLION BUCKS AND IT HAS SOOO MANY PRECIOUS STUFF INCLUDING MY BOYFRIEND'S PICTURE? AND DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I TOOK TO FUCKING FINISH PASTING ALL THE PICTURES ON IT? AND DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PAPER CUTS I'VE GOTTEN WHILE TRYING TO WRAP THAT PIECE OF THING UP? AND DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY ESSAYS ARE INSIDE? AND DO YOU KNOW THAT IS MY FAVOURITE FILE EVER SINCE I WAS BORNED? AND DO YOU KNOW YOU JUST HAD TO STEAL SOMETHING OF MY FAVOURITE COLOUR? DO YOU KNOW HOW SUCKY IT FEELS TO SEE THAT MY FILE IS NOT IN THE CUPBOARD WITH OTHER FILES? DO YOU KNOW MY 19/25 SEQ FOR MID YEARS IS INSIDE AND DO YOU KNOW THAT IS THE EVER FIRST TIME I PASSED SS WITH FLYING COLOURS THANKS TO THAT FILE? AND DO YOU KNOW YOU ARE REALLY SELFISH? DO YOU KNOW IF YOU WANT THE NOTES YOU CAN JUST COME TO ME AND IF YOU ARE SERIOUSLY DESPERATE I WILL TRY MY BEST AND SEE WHAT I CAN DO ABOUT IT? DO YOU KNOW YOU DON'T HAVE TO STEAL IT? DO YOU KNOW HOW HEARTBROKEN I FELT? DO YOU KNOW BECAUSE OF THIS I SULKED AND IGNORED MISS NEO FOR THE ENTIRE SS LESSON? DO YOU KNOW YOU COULD HAVE JUST LEAVE MY FILE THERE? DO YOU KNOW YOU COULD HAVE JUST DUMP IT INTO ANY CUPBOARD BECAUSE AT LEAST I WOULD TRY TO SEARCH THE ENTIRE ROOM? DO YOU KNOW YOU COULD HAVE TOUCHED YOUR HEART FOR A SENSE OF INTEGRITY AND GIVE MY FILE TO THE TEACHER IN CHARGE? DO YOU KNOW THERE ARE MORE THAN ONE HUNDRED PAGES OF NOTES? DO YOU KNOW HOW FREAKING THICK THE FILE IS? DO YOU KNOW I AM GOING TO DIE WITHOUT THE FILE? DO YOU KNOW YOU JUST CRASHED MY HOPES FOR AIMING AN A1 FOR COMBINED HUMANITIES? DO YOU KNOW YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A HEART? DO YOU KNOW THAT IS THE ONLY HUGE PICTURE OF OASIS I CAN FIND IN MAGAZINES? DO YOU KNOW THAT YOUR TACTLESSNESS WILL GET YOU NO WHERE? DO YOU KNOW YOU WON'T EVER WANT THAT TO HAPPEN TO YOU? DO YOU KNOW SS IS SUCH A CONTENT BASED SUBJECT THAT NO FILE IS EQUIVALENT TO JUMPING OFF THE BUILDING? DO YOU KNOW SS IS SUCH A SKILLED BASED SUBJECT SUCH THAT NO FILE IS EQUIVALENT TO KILLING WHOEVER WHO STOLE IT AWAY? DO YOU KNOW HOW UPSET I AM NOW? DO YOU KNOW THIS IS NOT FUNNY AT ALL? GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS WORLD FREAK. YOU SHOULD THANK GOD THAT I AM BEING AMAZINGLY GENEROUS AND OPEN MINDED ENOUGH TO DIG OUT ALL MY SAVINGS JUST TO PHOTOCOPY THAT ENTIRE STACK OF NOTES. NEVERTHELESS, SINCE MY FILE AND NOTES ARE WITH YOU RIGHT NOW, YOU BETTER GET AN A1 FOR YOUR SOCIAL STUDIES OR YOU MIGHT WELL JUST WALK STRAIGHT TO A WALL, HIT IT AND GET A LIFE FOR YOURSELF SINCE MY PRECIOUS GIVEN-UP POSSESSION CAN'T EVEN HELP YOU, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUCKER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115228323918516078?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115228323918516078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115228323918516078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115228323918516078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115228323918516078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/sucker.html' title='SUCKER'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115220501666611531</id><published>2006-07-07T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:56:56.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhh</title><content type='html'>I realised the previous post was 3247029374027983745 times more boring than I had expected but ok nevermind fine. Forget about it. It's gonna be more fun when you TALK about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm losing my passion for Chemistry, I feel like sleeping every lesson. Butane, propane, methyl and friends and MORE friends with the same name but different looks so called isomers have been driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill didn't make things any easier for me. His long stories hypnothises (Thanks to that green ping-pong ball and now I'm like this) instead of producing hormones which can cause ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was what happened to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAH! YOU CAN EVEN FIND ME HIDING UNDER A STUPID SOONER-OR-LATER BOGEH COMB! OMG THE COMB'S TEETH ACTUALLY LOOK LIKE BONDS, AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_7141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_7141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANDOM PICTURE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANGEL'S PARTY. I've yet to thank you babe ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_0492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115220501666611531?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115220501666611531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115220501666611531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115220501666611531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115220501666611531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahhhh.html' title='ahhhh'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115220318648051669</id><published>2006-07-06T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:26:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>north korea missile issue</title><content type='html'>After reading a thousand articles and many videos about N.Korea's act of test-fire - launching 7 missiles which fell harmlessly into the Sea of Japan, I feel that I have some things to say. &lt;em&gt;(so now you know, this is MY point of view)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I guess North Korea has probably done that because since they have been isolationist and communism extremist for such a long time, especially still on, bearing the unfailing faith of their very first leader, Kim II Sung, in the world of their political scene, they feel that there is no point believing in other sovereign states and their methods to run a government more efficiently than ever. &lt;em&gt;(Oh well, the irony of all is the cruelty of taken-away basic rights from the citizens and the all-time counterfeit scandals that has been around for such a long time)&lt;/em&gt; Thus, to fulfil their judgement, it is just so obvious that they aren't being called as Isolationist for no reason right? I mean, all they want is to just live in their own world since no one actually agrees and the power of Non-Communist Justified Democracy is just too difficult for them to overcome &lt;em&gt;(In other words it's just like Asians don't get why Westerners hate spicy stuff and they just can't come to an agreement to convince the other party that curry can be the best food ever)&lt;/em&gt;, thus, they've developed into a Republic with catastrophically complicated mindset which to them is just the reason why they are living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what they're thinking about but most probably they just want to be heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an interesting fact: &lt;a title="Kim Il-sung" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kim_Il-sung"&gt;Kim Il-sung&lt;/a&gt; officially holds the title of "Eternal President of the Republic". This means that there is no president and his son Kim Jung-il is currently held as the most powerful figure in North Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the point. It's not like I'm siding them. So, please read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. As you know, the 7 failed missiles have alerted many countries such as States and Japan to shout "HALT". That thing landed on the sea of Japan, and was even quite close to States as reported from the incident of the launching of Taepodong during 1998. I think this is so dangerous, more dangerous than just landing on the right place after its rounds. Now this nation refuses to cooperate with UN, as it claimed that it wasn't bound by any international law and the test-fire was just as simple as regular military drills to strengthen their defense, where will the justification and judgement ever end because no one is gonna say that they're wrong. Anyway, why do they have to keep on pushing on with the Nuclear plan when they don't even have the need to do so? Just because it's Isolationaist, it doesn't mean life has to be against the world right. Well, is it just to get back at S.Korea, or truely just for the sake of defense? 7 missiles at one go ain't a joke, so what's more about a going-to-be Nuclear Weapons State? Why, why go to the extent? The thought of it might hurt so much more people through the lack of understanding for different politics (Since it's on such a large scale; concerning billions of people; it's only right if it allows nothing but comments and more comments just like you may say "talk so much why never do anything about it". If your mindset is towards there, you are wrong, this is just a review. No pushing of responsibilities, no accusations, no nothing). The forceful and defiant force may even lead to World War 3. I mean like, who knows right, nuclear can destroy the world just less than a glance you know? Overall, I personally think N. Korea is really selfish and that's what I've been feeling disappointed about this harsh world of no-giving-in. And to them, it might just be another normal thing for Isolationist to do. Oh well, sometimes even if people do give in we won't appreciate too, yes, MORE PROBLEMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. the conclusion is that I personally think N. Korea should just stop that thing, do what they have to do, and after that they can do all these stuff openly for all they want. I don't want a war, I won't want a war, I'll never want to experience war.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's kind of sad. I hope they can solve this problem quick, it's tired to chase after the net to read the same things of the same cycle over and over again despite having different titles. I need that breakthrough, inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm seriously sorry if you're so not politics because I love Political Science and since none of my friends, boyfriend or family members love it, I'll just have to ask questions over here. It isn't really nice to mumble to myself in the bus while I have my eyes glued on tvmobile news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the main point is.. This thing got me going and I've forgotten about Maths revision and precious sleep, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, tomorrow is &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if noone wants to talk about politics with me if say there's another BIG issue and let's just say if I can't stop yakking about it, both of them shall be the next targets who will both be dragged into the Syl's Ultra Forum of Politics LOL. Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaha. Oh by the way, it's taken at Plaza Sing at around 2am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuan, Pam &amp; I reading the OK! magazine which has probably a hundred sexayyyyy pictures. ;)     (SLEEPY SHIT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_7447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_7447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115220318648051669?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115220318648051669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115220318648051669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115220318648051669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115220318648051669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/north-korea-missile-issue.html' title='north korea missile issue'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115211209022164838</id><published>2006-07-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:08:10.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how abo you?</title><content type='html'>I misplaced my black pilot G-2 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so much for friends you evil Jimmy, who failed the attempt for trying to tell me that liposuction arouses fat people through some sort of nonsensical self-professed method. Hahaha yeahyeah Sylow - Shaik's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hey, I may have many eyecandies like people whom you won't give a damn about. But I have just one lover you know.. It ain't easy for me to quote this overrated and romantic word if you get what I mean.. apart from whatever cliched messages you'll see everynight even if they had melt your heart. And.. that's probably the best thing I can say - Love and Loved.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How about&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115211209022164838?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115211209022164838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115211209022164838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115211209022164838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115211209022164838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-abo-you.html' title='how abo you?'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115210338448238130</id><published>2006-07-05T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:43:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IN CHEMISTRY WE DON'T TRUST -__-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSCN05990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSCN05990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEICHOY &amp; YUXIANG'S SPEECH IS THE MOST HILARIOUS EVER. HAHA. Now Pam can go and have "Weichoy" for all she want LOL. Omgggggggg. The short pants ain't laughing cos they don't get the first point. Ok! Nevermind. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh sorry ah everyone, I'm really really sorry if I don't reply your sms nowadays because my sms exceed 1000 already you know. If you don't mind, I will reply on the 8th. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I accidentally ignored that smile. WASTED. SOOOOOOOOOOOOO CNOSJHUIHCBIUSGDYGW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115210338448238130?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115210338448238130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115210338448238130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115210338448238130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115210338448238130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/wasted-smile.html' title='wasted smile'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115203062977539327</id><published>2006-07-05T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T00:30:29.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it started with a dino</title><content type='html'>Dino lost his mp3 memory card. Aiman's mp3 fell and was injured. I wonder whether my mp3's doing fine in Hisyam's hand? In other words.. It's in Malaysia private-partying with Hisyam now. Cool stuff, I have never walked out of the house without my ipod for this year, so far. And I don't wanna hear Zud sing, I don't like Avenged Sevenfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think pain can be pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life and I'm still feeling good. This is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever, lyrics are just lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115203062977539327?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115203062977539327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115203062977539327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115203062977539327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115203062977539327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-it-started-with-dino.html' title='and it started with a dino'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115202166528458437</id><published>2006-07-04T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:01:06.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good day too</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose bled in the morning and I reached school during recess. But lucky Saravannan knows I have always been a good kid and have never been late for more than once, so you know.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was discipline talk, AGAIN. Do you know I would actually choose English over assembly if I'm given a chance, and if this thing goes on. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after school, I went to Siglap for lunch with Tina, Cadence, Gallop and Bill. Oh please, don't get confused. They're actually JJ, Yuan and John. Just that they were given new names thanks to Cadence, the girl indulging in extreme boredom. And oh yes, I'm Suzanna! LOL, it's so Suzy-ish right? Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the moments at Gelare were soooo happening. Yay, life is so fun with all of them :D:D &amp; Bill is so obsessed with KC girls! Oh man Billllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had fun talking about eyecandies with Vans, Tina and Welsonn. I jacked Mr Spectacles like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's your eyecandy!"&lt;br /&gt;"I KNOW, XXXXX!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya right. That was only for a day and a couple of hours on 20th December 2004 on the sports capt camp."&lt;br /&gt;"He very good looking what.."&lt;br /&gt;"Really meh? MUAHAHA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that was so - What-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! My scalp is sooooo itchy and it's killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115202166528458437?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115202166528458437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115202166528458437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115202166528458437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115202166528458437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-day-too.html' title='good day too'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115193959125835566</id><published>2006-07-03T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:13:11.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say hello to good imes</title><content type='html'>Hey now, the past is told by those who win&lt;br /&gt;My darling, what matters is what hasn't been&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, we're wide awake and we're thinking&lt;br /&gt;My darling, believe your voice can mean something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;Say hello to good times.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made a new friend today. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115193959125835566?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115193959125835566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115193959125835566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115193959125835566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115193959125835566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/say-hello-to-good-imes.html' title='say hello to good imes'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115192541410416617</id><published>2006-07-03T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:16:54.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Montage day!</title><content type='html'>I swear the Montage Makers totally rocked Plaza Singapura man. Woohoohoo! :D Anyway, Mr Eyecandy was there early in the morning and Aisya just had to spoil my mood by telling me that she asdfgqwert. Grrrrr. Sad! Mmmm, number 2 rocks actually. Hah, I bet you didn't know. So Pam, you better shut your mouth up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I felt really eager to get home, because I missed home. What an unexpected urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sooooooo wanna travel around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I'm getting meaner at times. You know, sometimes I really can't help it. When I go somewhat speechless (Because I know it's no point argueing with people whose statements are seriously irrelevant and irritating), I tend to roll my eyes. I mean.. Usually my immediate response would be to just swear about it like nobody's business and get done and over with it. But well, who knows I've already picked up the habit of rolling eyes? (Fyi, I never liked people who rolled eyes, that's the irony of all, or maybe not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. At least I tried to have a good time (Arcade &amp; all those dancing/drama stuff) after the vicious cycle of having to irritate people, getting irritated by people and yadadadadada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I felt super energetic after that whole thing. Man, it was tiring but.. I didn't know what happened. Maybe I've already had my sleep in the bus on the way back home. Also, it was cool shit just now - I actually woke up like around 10metres before reaching my bus stop. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iceman, where are you? I know England lost and you felt very sad for S.G &amp; England (And maybe Ash Cole) but you don't have to go missing right? I was expecting to see you for the entire day you know? Where are you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, will post the pics when I get hold of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, and have a good time! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115192541410416617?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115192541410416617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115192541410416617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115192541410416617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115192541410416617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/montage-day.html' title='Montage day!'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115184691162352876</id><published>2006-07-02T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:28:31.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Day</title><content type='html'>Cocoa Day wasn't as funky as I had expected. There were so many leftovers &amp; for the first time I actually took another step forward to stay calm with Singaporeans who are so rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Adriano was actually being really hardworking. Not like he sold the entire bag to his ultra fan club but.. He actually swallowed some pride to try his best in selling everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At May's now. May is singing like nobody's business, Yuan's dancing like some mad cow, and.. We just finished watching High School Musical. Haha, their voice is cool shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I wonder how am I gonna survive with 24 hours of contact lenses. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawawi, I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115184691162352876?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115184691162352876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115184691162352876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115184691162352876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115184691162352876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/chocolate-day.html' title='Chocolate Day'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115176866996745261</id><published>2006-07-01T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:06:26.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go on, I don't need it.</title><content type='html'>Speaking about not wanting an indeed &lt;strong&gt;special&lt;/strong&gt; someone who spoils your mood whenever he or she is around even if he or she is just around but probably somewhere else nowhere near to you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I stalk you all the time/ Snatch away all your buddies/ Irritate you logically (Just because in your eyes, I'm just another sucker just because I don't have nice looks and I often don't react according to the way you think that I should). Don't worry, I'll ask you in your face, very soon. Hello, it's not like I hate you, or I've done anything to you all right. You've changed, but so what? Since you're actually happy with it, I have nothing to say. I don't need you already. I loved you, maybe I still love you, but I guess don't have to be another person for you to judge or for you to let me make a fool out of myself right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I felt rather sensitive about this issue. I once felt hurt. I couldn't accept that change. But now, who cares? Do you actually care more than me? Come on, you won't know because you've never tried being the real-self. To tell the truth, I don't even know who's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am, you can't change me for nut's sake or think about driving me nuts. If you want, I can go by the you-don't-know-that-I-know-but-actually-I-know shit method. Then you can choose for me to be superficial for all you want, or I'll do it for all I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself being a fool to you whenever you feel like it's time you should chuck me. By the old way, I was always there whenever you needed me. But when you're full, there goes, I'm chucked. But do you think I even feel like showing that something for you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point is, you actually feel happy when you're somewhat amused by the overwhelming love I had for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very patient. But maybe I'll get out. Only you know the reason. Suit yourself. Whatever you think is important but it won't get you anywhere anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I could have done soooo much better. So could you. But again, I don't need it, you do actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No la, you don't know. You should know at times I'm extremely silent because I'm somewhat highly destructive and I'll probably end up destroying myself instead. Don't worry, I know, the vicious cycle of evilness won't go on as long as I'm around. Follow the book, move on with that ignorance-is-bliss idea." - another last minute wake-up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot man, you're mean kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Eat World rocks. Shaik rocks too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.. I went out with Nawawi today. We fought like nobody's business in the heart of City Hall and fortunately none of us died of heart attack due to anger and confusion. So everything was resolved after we went off with the topic of Argentina and Germany, Arsenal as a hunks-united club, Chelsea getting the richfit, Ashley Cole, and his favourite team ahemIdontlikeahem Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, The day ended with a cup of Slurpee from 7-11 and his broken glass bottle on the ground of the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokays, I gotta run. Study, study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115176866996745261?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115176866996745261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115176866996745261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115176866996745261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115176866996745261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/go-on-i-dont-need-it.html' title='Go on, I don&apos;t need it.'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115174077033516418</id><published>2006-07-01T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:13:24.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sad World.</title><content type='html'>Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that xxxxx fell in love with me. I can't disclose who's the person, it's too.. Sensitive. Oh. Talk about imagination and the most exciting dreams, I have it. Just imagine yourself dreaming of punching Fann Wong on the rooftop, I had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really sad week reading Newsweek, National Geographic &amp; watching CNA. Although I can't deny they're such great eyeopeners. Well, wars, wars, and more wars; Poverty and starvation; Danger, anxiety and tears; Killings, bloodshed, lost of lives. Is that what people really want? Innocent lives, selfish-minded, and yet it's proclaimed inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willing to die? So what? It doesn't really make any sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is the atrocious creation of taken-away human rights. Talk about heartless leader. Even a kid will make much more difference. Yes, you made it different. You made the world red, red, agonizing red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know much, neither I can do something about it. But, won't your heart ache for these people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, is the world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domination of the extremists. Dominate flownaway souls for all they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good it will be if they can see things through God's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know they won't win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115174077033516418?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115174077033516418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115174077033516418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115174077033516418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115174077033516418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/sad-world.html' title='The Sad World.'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115169780628466090</id><published>2006-07-01T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T04:03:26.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argentina Lost</title><content type='html'>It's already four and I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear Aqeel and Hyder drove me crazy with that riddle about the whitecastle and the pair of twins. Being the untypical Danial, I can't really believe he gave up and asked for the answer. However, I'm still here thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So called, "Genius at work". Zud, you better don't disturb me when I'm deep in thoughts or you won't actually get to know where you'll end up if I were to kick you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok whatever, blogger's down with their problem &amp; most probably all of you guys won't get to see my new and simple blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARGENTINA LOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. HOW CAN &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:(&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/7303256-115169780628466090?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115169780628466090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115169780628466090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115169780628466090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115169780628466090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/07/argentina-lost.html' title='Argentina Lost'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115167431337014282</id><published>2006-06-30T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:31:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done and over with I</title><content type='html'>Oh kids, sorry for being extra busy and depressed nowadays. Man, it's sad. By the way, Chinese O's Oral Examination is finally over. It was great! :D I have the confidence that I can do it! However, I freaking screwed my Compo (Worth 50marks) up. SOOOOOOO, I hope the Oral &amp; Listening can help me get that A1. Anyway, I'm not really sure whether I'll get A. But whatever it is, as long as I fall in any other grade except A1, I am surely going to retake the written papers as I am only taking subjects. To me, Chinese is VERY crucial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Before I go off to complete my Chemistry and watch that Channel 8 drama (QI YUWU IS DAMNNNNNNN HOT!), let me present you with some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting to you the things we've eaten at the restaurant at Lagoona on Ying's Birthday. Nice huh? Fyi, Vans ate the most. :D The food were superrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr nice! But the price is super not really nice. Anyway, it was on Ying. Sooooo, thank you girlfriend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC03751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC03751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting to you the beauties!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ying, me, Vans and Joan. (Weichong the idiot as photographer. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC03742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC03742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The handsome-ish/smelly-ish :D (Raya 2005!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/f16df835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/f16df835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camp 05. Not fun, but they are really fun :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cad, Hiangling, Naz, me, Steff at Jurong Complex after all the happening stuff!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you think Mat is really funkyyyyyy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camwhore &amp; the Chemwhore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I thought Nawawi was about to abandon me. Thanks so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115167431337014282?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115167431337014282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115167431337014282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115167431337014282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115167431337014282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/done-and-over-with-i.html' title='done and over with I'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115151536106903079</id><published>2006-06-29T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T01:22:41.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>different people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot &amp; Delicious. (Forget about that Ah-Beng hairdo actually..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesyes! That's the windbreaker I've been talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I just wanna tell you guys that I know I am thinking too much. I know. But it is seriously difficult to stop. You might not have experienced, so now you know it's much more than what you think it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; in that subconscious state during Mr EKK's lesson, I swear man. &lt;em&gt;Omg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was just trying to imagine how will life be like if I were to kill redcandyeye one day after going bonkers due to this excessive stress &amp; unbelievable all time PMS a.k.a the Pre Menstrual Syndrome, Present Menstrual Syndrome, and Post Menstrual Syndrome? I hate it man, it gives me the Nobody-cares feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was also wondering how fill-in-the-blank people can get(&lt;em&gt;Including myself of course&lt;/em&gt;). If one day you had encountered with some problems (&lt;em&gt;where you actually dont even know what&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;is the problem&lt;/em&gt;) &amp; you're feeling sad for nothing (&lt;em&gt;aka the PMSes&lt;/em&gt;), and a friend (&lt;em&gt;out of maybe 10&lt;/em&gt;) approaches you and asks you what is wrong, what are you supposed to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's seriously a question. I'm not trying to do anything arguementative or whatever actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's so complicated (&lt;em&gt;and irony, contradicting&lt;/em&gt;). Because when you bottle thingsup , friends''ll tell you all the goody we're-always-here stuff. I know it's really sincere, like that's what I always say and I mean it. But when we tell them the problems (&lt;em&gt;problems with no definite source like those originating from PMSes&lt;/em&gt;) and expect them to try to open our hearts (&lt;em&gt;I mean, I really need help!&lt;/em&gt;), we're guilty of being over-sensitive and that thinking-too-much thing &amp; the response will cause more impact to the minds of that kind of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, I can justify that some issues indeed have their ends pointing at me, but things are definitely actually more than what people think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when noone can help, I think even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when Nawawi is so totally M-I-A nowadays &amp; whenever he's gone inconsistently like this, I feel EXTREMELY &lt;strong&gt;qwertasdfg&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, to those who have tried: Thanks alot. But I'd like to clarify that for the origin and purpose of the sadness a.k.a emoness a.k.a moodswing, I definitely don't mean it, can't mean it, didn't mean it, and I won't mean it. I wouldn't even plan for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's been a reallllllyyyyy long time I've felt this way, do you know how irritating this barrier is? If you don't know, I can tell you that it's worse than choking on Cl&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;, SO&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; and NH&lt;sub&gt;3&lt;/sub&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point is, I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG AND YET I CAN'T HELP IT. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so many &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115151536106903079?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115151536106903079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115151536106903079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115151536106903079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115151536106903079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/different-people.html' title='different people'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115149553143993887</id><published>2006-06-28T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:52:11.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>presenting nobody's anybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Presenting Nobody's Anybody.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting to you the glamorous (We have changed okay! No more Kfc, sleeping in bus or farting in the room!) KL trip young &amp; pretty playmates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_1729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_1729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting to you the most kissable lips (Ya right my ass, it's just a title anyways, who cares!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting my Bestfriend and Mr Cool G.H (Classic)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. I am so sick of all these shit, it's tiring. If given a choice, I'd rather run ten rounds around the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you know, I actually don't want to know, I care, but I pretend like as if I don't care, I'm down, I'm acting like nothing's wrong, I feel left out, because I left out myself, maybe I want to know too, but I played and pretended. So now life's finally a bitch huh? Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;The Nobody's Anybody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Lek, I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115149553143993887?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115149553143993887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115149553143993887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115149553143993887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115149553143993887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/presenting-nobodys-anybody.html' title='presenting nobody&apos;s anybody'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115123773650017748</id><published>2006-06-25T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T20:15:36.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people tell lies</title><content type='html'>People tell lies. People tell lies to exaggerate. Cool. Lies are alright, but what if lies turn to destructive deception?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think lies are actually necessary but if it destroy peoples' lives, good luck then. You know it cos you've done it. Tactless people gets nowhere. They'll very soon find out how does it feel to hate the things they've been doing to other people - Backfired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I didn't go anywhere today. I'm tired of going out, for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH, I THOUGHT PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN IS ON ON CHANNEL 5 TODAY YOU KNOW. BUT APPARENTLY IT'S NOT! So when will that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, school tomorrow. Cool shit, I'll get to meet that evilboy again. Ironically.. I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alright, this is another irony anway, figure it out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal &amp; Holland! Exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kfc straight for 2 days. Isn't that sick? Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel no excitement for tomorrow. Sheeshhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I miss my very hot boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115123773650017748?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115123773650017748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115123773650017748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115123773650017748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115123773650017748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/people-tell-lies.html' title='people tell lies'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115117051430428984</id><published>2006-06-25T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:35:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut it up</title><content type='html'>To think about it now, I think I should just learn to fucking laugh my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, it's not that I don't know I've been ignorant &amp; so shut-up. But I have to shut it all up in case I get to hurt someone. No, I won't want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth,  I am still extremely moodless and feelin' something-else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm still talking fine with Zud. I don't know why. But whenever I talk to him, the conversation gets soooooo out of point and irritatingly fun that I won't actually feel whatever-whatever. So yeah, he's Luke &amp; I'm Hales now! The best buds, following One Tree Hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? I actually had fun doing all sorts of circular measure questions and sleeping during remedial. Even hanging out at the ugly many-many-celebrities-pictures toilet with Alia for 3minutes felt sooooooo great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, don't ask me to chill man. I'm just not cool with it, but I'm not gonna repeat all these things again anymore. I rather dump away all these supposed memorable stuffs because for once I actually thought it's so not worth it afterall and I seriously can't even find an excuse to hop onto some denial and self-consolation ride. That's all I gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get 35/40 for chinese O's oral and full marks for my listening and score an A1 for chinese in overall or I don't think I'll be able to forgive myself. THAT paper one, was screwed enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, enough is enough. But it doesn't even seem like it was enough, period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115117051430428984?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115117051430428984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115117051430428984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115117051430428984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115117051430428984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/shut-it-up.html' title='shut it up'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115114056296828194</id><published>2006-06-24T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T17:16:03.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funky</title><content type='html'>"Why is Jsoh so long winded?"&lt;br /&gt;"He's funky what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is this float so unstable?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Man, it's funky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WOW, instant noodles $2?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hah, funky right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The rice got uncountable prawns!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, the rice is damn funky lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why doesn't the barley taste like what it's supposed to be?"&lt;br /&gt;"I bet it's funky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, his cd shelter fan alot of dust you know."&lt;br /&gt;"That's why, the teacher in charge is funky what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you know what?"&lt;br /&gt;"I've been overusing the word funky ever since Cad &amp; Hiangling appeared in my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cool shit, turn off the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wish to sing/scream your heart out on a rooftop (Like seriously high rooftop)? The fulfilled one is enough to be another break-through in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, disappointment will soon fade in to coldness and especially fade out to ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH!! WAH!! WAHHHHHHH!! ABDUL NAWAWI IS OHMANSOOOOOOHOT!&lt;br /&gt;-swoons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115114056296828194?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115114056296828194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115114056296828194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115114056296828194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115114056296828194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/funky.html' title='funky'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115099786351286013</id><published>2006-06-23T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T01:37:44.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shortcut</title><content type='html'>I think Sophia's too good for Chad. Well what-ever just indulging in some onetreehill scandal rumours. But, both of them are hot! I think Sophia's one of the hottest candy-like actress I've ever seen. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a really long time, Zud&amp;I msged again. Yes, those messages solely to irritate each other &amp;amp; to play hero. What the hell. And Zud actually told me one of his deepest secrets (Something explicit + emotional + related to One Tree Hill). Mysterious right. Some sort.. Haha ok I'll shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm actually going off to a camp tomorrow. May the flow be small. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Zud, I still think you should have taken Nates &amp;amp; Hales man. The other pair is hot but they gonjeng too much HAHAHAHA. (And thanks to them it's M-18)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115099786351286013?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115099786351286013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115099786351286013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115099786351286013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115099786351286013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/shortcut.html' title='shortcut'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115098303696432827</id><published>2006-06-22T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:30:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short stuff</title><content type='html'>Timmy psycho alert. He appeared at block 123 once again, with a cigarette in his hand. Lets hope he chokes on it or something to teach him not to harass girls out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eating this pretzel and suddenly.. I really miss One Tree Hill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115098303696432827?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115098303696432827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115098303696432827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115098303696432827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115098303696432827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/short-stuff.html' title='short stuff'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115095714503354088</id><published>2006-06-22T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:19:05.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINE</title><content type='html'>Fine for making Nawawi feel fed-up and outcasted because I asked him out for me to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for letting my junior think I love to jump to conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for not being able to stuff that shit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for not having Jaz and Sab for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for the bill blast, and my pops exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for not knowing what to wear for the farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for the heavy flow at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for telling you how much you suck yet knowing I'm not 100% brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for withdrawing my cca awards money just because I want to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for spending too much time at a girly shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for trying to tell you how concerned I am yet I'm just another back-in-the-scene queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for the extreme One Tree Hill urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for missing my buddies and girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for having to lose myself and blog to bitch about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for wanting to tell you a two-faced bitch is worse than me as a backstabber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for not being to express myself to let you know that you don't have to be sad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for me telling people to live their life to the fullest and in fact I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for trying to help yet knowing I'll probably screw it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for wanting to help yet knowing I won't be able to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for screwing the television and dvd players for 25hours in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for living in some kind of denial shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for you not being to sms me because world cup just happens to be the bra that fits all but to be apparent not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for missing you like hell and think of what had happened a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for still having the chocolates in my fridge even though the expiry date is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for not doing half of my homework for this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for me skipping the first lesson in my entire life this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for being late and made my best friend wait for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for not being capable enough to fine out what is the problem, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for not being able to find out what do all these mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F I N E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for the first time my msn nick seriously meant something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm cool with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No! Not this time. Who's there?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115095714503354088?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115095714503354088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115095714503354088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115095714503354088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115095714503354088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/fine.html' title='FINE'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115089877766115221</id><published>2006-06-21T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:06:17.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quite a nice day</title><content type='html'>I thought life was a bitch. Ok, maybe life is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you heard me saying that, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I went shopping today. This top from Mango and one striking pink sweater from Zara (honestly I don't know whether wawa's trying to get me out of that shop by convincing me to buy that shade to save time or perhaps it's really nice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawawi is just like Mish. They are afraid of losing a friend/girlfriend through yeast infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They claim.."LATER STRING BREAK STUCK INSIDE FOREVER HOW? NO SYL NOOOOOOO!! DON'T!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got TOBLERONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for it at watsons now. As in the medium sized one. It's seriously cheapo, something like a dollar less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Mango sale started already. I saw this Polka-Dotted dress which is extremely hot! But all the clothes suck I guess. Not really captivating or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me, but I have someone in mind whom I actually think is ???. HAHA. Ok. Might not be, the word hypothesis exists you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a headband wouldn't be appropriate for me, my head is toooooo big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuan, you wouldnt wanna know the question. But I'll sms you the question by TONIGHT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This so sucks, One Tree Hill season 2 is like.. M-18? Obviously I can't rent it cos no matter how olddddd I look, they need my I/C for the renting process. Whoever who has the dvd, please? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to watch Walk The Line, good bye and good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115089877766115221?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115089877766115221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115089877766115221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115089877766115221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115089877766115221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/quite-nice-day.html' title='quite a nice day'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115082055586100112</id><published>2006-06-21T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:22:35.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever(2)</title><content type='html'>Now I'm giving everyone a chance to judge this ground, just once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way I blog last time? Or have I always been the bitchy, happening, tell-long-stories, drama-mama or just WHATEVER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to dig up my archives to dig it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is if.. You know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the better, have always been the same or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I changed? How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different person, or becoming that &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115082055586100112?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115082055586100112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115082055586100112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115082055586100112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115082055586100112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/whatever2.html' title='whatever(2)'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115082003100528215</id><published>2006-06-21T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:13:53.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>And If I stop speaking halfway, you won't even know whether I'm gone, or still right there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe this system is just denial and hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not just tell yourself and myself Syl has always been like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so I screwed my mentality up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be cool with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics wake people up, this screwed-up system wakes me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible for a song to make you emo when you actually realise that the lyrics doesn't make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because the issue's really out there, or I'm creating issues for myself after watching some soap-opera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because it's either I feel nothing, or I feel way too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or back to the point, why am I creating all these for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not for the period which I'm still awaiting for. Attempting to take a step towards learning how to use a tampon seriously sucks. I guess my Aunt's gonna be up for me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished season one of One Tree Hill by the way, within 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or once again, it's probably for a show that I've brought it upon myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What-ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115082003100528215?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115082003100528215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115082003100528215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115082003100528215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115082003100528215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/whatever_21.html' title='whatever'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115081772157599671</id><published>2006-06-20T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:35:22.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new feature and I'm lovin it</title><content type='html'>In case you don't know. The new version of messenger is totally cool. Have you ever been hoping for that appearing-offline thing to be a status officially? I mean like.. talking to people while you're appearing offline. It's total cool shit. I've been dreaming of creating it since I was Primary Six ya'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually.. Let me just show you somethin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill so rocks. says (PM 11:25):&lt;br /&gt;im that sort&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill so rocks. says (PM 11:25):&lt;br /&gt;because I was wondering..&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill so rocks. says (PM 11:25):&lt;br /&gt;if you don't wanna talk to some people, you can block that some people.&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill so rocks. says (PM 11:25):&lt;br /&gt;but what if you only feel like talking to some people?&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill so rocks. says (PM 11:25):&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna block the world?&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill so rocks. says (PM 11:25):&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;Lek  noname  non-existant says (PM 11:25):&lt;br /&gt;like now i only wanna talk to two, but another just popped out&lt;br /&gt;Lek  noname  non-existant says (PM 11:25):&lt;br /&gt;jeez&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill so rocks. says (PM 11:26):&lt;br /&gt;And you can choose to appear offline, and let them talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill so rocks. says (PM 11:27):&lt;br /&gt;IF they know you love to appear offline, like how people know me.&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill so rocks. says (PM 11:27):&lt;br /&gt;do you know you can leave a msg for people who're offline now? they no longer bring you to the email site you know dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the time when I'm on the comp, I'm actually appearing offline. If you ask me what's the point of doing that if I wanna sign in, an excuse would be to wait for my boyfriend or some other significant others out there. If you're not happy in that case.. Ask Msn what's the appearing-offline thing for. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know. Since I've got this feature here with me. Most probably I'll be appearing offline forever. If you know me, talk to me, you might just be lucky to find out that I'm there. Sometimes it doesn't really mean that those whom I took the initiative to talk to (and probably shock them with me appearing offline status) are those I really wanna talk to. It's a different case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're asking me why I love to do this, I don't know too. It's just me, even if this feature didn't exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115081772157599671?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115081772157599671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115081772157599671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115081772157599671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115081772157599671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-feature-and-im-lovin-it.html' title='new feature and I&apos;m lovin it'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115065511987897581</id><published>2006-06-19T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T02:25:19.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID BASTARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WATCH OUT. (READ CAREFULLY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this -&gt;http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=206663 -&gt; If you ever been to your friend's profile and see something like "I'm now playing with Loqo! His link is vviudsgfuigsui. He is awesome, you so need to be his friend!" under the Now Playing section, please do not click. If you had clicked, please go edit profile &gt; customisation to edit the url because he has hideously altered your profile &amp; smartly covered his profile. Report him to the friendster authorities now. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PLS. If you use mozilla, you can't see. But use IE, check that out. If you're curious, it's ok you'll know what will happen. But at least there's a cure. Just go edit profile customisation to delete that shit cos he will add the same thing to your Now Playing part, seduce other people to click &amp; it will kena more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many people read my blog. So see it for yourself now, do what you gotta do &amp; complain until his web gets shut down. Ok you'll understand when you see his profile ok? It will say "Don't delete my acc".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody fuck. This, is considered official spamming by net term &amp; yet he's asking people not to delete his acc. &amp;amp; fyi he's some psycho from indo or phillipines I DON'T KNOW. But all I know is he is soooo fucking irritating and all he wants is to have his url in everyone's acc. HOW CAN HE HIDEOUSLY ALTER PEOPLE'S ACCOUNT! Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a fucked up bastard, suckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115065511987897581?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115065511987897581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115065511987897581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115065511987897581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115065511987897581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/stupid-bastard.html' title='STUPID BASTARD'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115063966044661063</id><published>2006-06-18T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:07:40.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delayed shit</title><content type='html'>I don't mean to be obscene but there's just something which has been bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know sports capt camp is on the 23th (Friday) &amp; my period has yet to arrive yet?! Well alright alright, it's been delayed by 5 days. Wth. &amp;amp; we're going Jurong Swimming Complex to play &amp; do I look like I know how does a tampon works?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is qwertasdfging me out &amp; I seriously have no idea what to do. All I'm doing now is waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I see you standing there, wanting more from me and all I can do is try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff rejected me because I wasn't allowed to rent the M18 OC season one. Sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I took One Tree Hill instead. Less coarse language, less sexual scenes, nothing else, not even adult theme. &amp; channel 5 is so sucky because these dramas are always cut halfway. I guess the only survivors now is Desperate Housewives &amp;amp; Lost (and regulars like CSI, Las Vegas and Law&amp;amp;Order). And I.. don't watch Lost. Hahahahahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115063966044661063?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115063966044661063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115063966044661063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115063966044661063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115063966044661063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/delayed-shit.html' title='delayed shit'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115055246015311967</id><published>2006-06-17T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T22:17:36.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saddening past</title><content type='html'>She always uses my time &amp; I often just let it go without saying a word. And what a greedy pig she is. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the most boring day ever lah. In my entire holiday I doubt I've ever stay at home for the entire day except for today. Except that I've went to remedial from 9-12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cgdufigisdfuiewrguigsufigbjxbvhjbdhjfbdsf &amp;amp; May haven't even return my RockSchool &amp; I can't watch it lah cos I have to return tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to watch Harold and Kumar and.. (links back to the first paragraph). Grr. Sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for chocolate. I've beeen thinking whether I should go 711 and grab something but until NOW, I've yet to make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster is so soooooo boring nowadays. Are you getting sick of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That freaking pimple refuses to go away lah, after ONE year &amp;amp; it's still there. And the pimple below my lower lip is soooooooooo fucking itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I NEED TO GET MY PERIOD NOW OR ELSE I WON'T GET TO PLAY DURING SC CAMP AND I DON'T THINK I AM ABLE TO WEAR A TAMPON. Wtf right? Chvihdofhiodsfhrhewofhrowhorhoqhohqhe. Can't I just be luckier or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nawawi has officially dumped me for world cup. The saying goes, world cup is the bra that fits everyone. Ok firstly, my house doesn't have cable so I'm unable to watch world cup. Secondly, the whole situation now is as if I had sent a goodnight msg at 10pm and he will send his goodnight message at 6am. Asdfghqwert. Ok I'm not being unreasonable ok. I'm just getting a little bitch fit &amp; I'm having my pre-menstrual syndrome as you can see the big day will fall on either 15th, 16th, 17th or most probably 18th. This is so sickening. I haven't got pms for the past months because whenever I'm supposed to get pms, I'm always in school having fun with my school work and my friends so I'm not affected at all. But this is like, omg, a lonely Saturday. Now I know how Mr I feels. Qwertasdfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYAH FUCK LAH I HAVING PMS NOW LAH BYE AND I SERIOUSLY NEED TO GO 711 TO REFILL MY PMS KIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time passes SO FAST, 11/7 is the day when my Grandma passed away 2 years ago. Oh my gosh. SO FAST. SO FAST. And I wonder how did I manage to get away with this not-really-loved life at home. &amp; you know, I stayed with my grandma and grandpa since my parents seperated. So yes, I stayed in a different house with my sister until pri 4 or something I guess? Wonderful right, and she just left me alone in this world. Wow, confessions of the broken heart. And I still remember I had some unreasonable scolding from mom shortly after my grandma passed away and I cried to sleep and my mom just came out and shouted "YOU CRY CRY CRY HOPING GRANDMA WILL COME BACK TO LIFE ISIT, CRY TO TELL HER THAT I BULLIED YOU ISIT?". Omg.. That was SOOO heartbreaking. But I guess my mama had pressures too lah. Ok that is SO THE PAST. Forget it. Now I'm a happy girl at home now, at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the point, I miss my grandma alot and I remembered the last thing I told her was that a malay boy is in love with me and I told her I liked him alot too &amp; we promised to keep it from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah the past is so saddening. :'(&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/7303256-115055246015311967?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115055246015311967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115055246015311967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115055246015311967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115055246015311967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/saddening-past.html' title='saddening past'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115046574784702782</id><published>2006-06-16T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:49:08.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie quotes</title><content type='html'>"Hi. You must be Charlie."&lt;br /&gt;"No? This is Peter!"&lt;br /&gt;*EVIL WOMAN SMASHES PHONE ON GROUND&lt;br /&gt;"Hey do you know I like that guy alot? Grrrrrr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oops" *Munching on the chips&lt;br /&gt;"THANK YOU AND DON'T COME AGAIN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam. How have you been doing nowadays? Ever since the day your mom passed away.."&lt;br /&gt;*Frowns&lt;br /&gt;"Sam, would you care to tell me what had happened?"&lt;br /&gt;"Papa, are you sure you would want to know even if you can't do anything about it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. I want to know"&lt;br /&gt;"Actually... I'm in love"&lt;br /&gt;"What?! You're in love?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. I'm in love"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you think you're too young to be in love??"&lt;br /&gt;"Errr, NO?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. Omg. I'm laughing at all these stupid quotes. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE DVDS PLSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Btw, M1 came out with this "cell info display" service which freaked the hell out of me lah. If you have nokia phones. Your profile names will become your addresses &amp;amp; it's so bloody freaky because it didn't even display my address right. So most people like me would prbobably think it's our siblings who had done that. Like how I stirred a big commotion to Shenna &amp; how Raihan's sister got somewhat mad at him :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok whatever. Famous Amous' Butterscotch rocks! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. I just had a great day with Su, Naf and Nawawi. THEY, are just super amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm off to watch White Chicks. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115046574784702782?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115046574784702782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115046574784702782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115046574784702782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115046574784702782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/movie-quotes.html' title='movie quotes'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115038809978040765</id><published>2006-06-16T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:14:59.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world cup fever</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend just received his cable tv &amp; there he disappears in my life as long as world cup is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soccer or girlfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya. Worldcup once in four years leh. BYE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Nawawi ever says that.. I'm gonna go scandal and tell him it's once in four years. Although I know that will never happen. Haha. But as much as I know.. He feels kinda guilty for neglecting me from all his had-never-been-that-sweet messages. Ulterior motive? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention Darlene from Hillsong went to New Creation Church on Sunday. WONDERRRFULLLL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Ais &amp; all to watch Cars just now. It is a SUPERB movie. WATCH! Hahahahaha. High rating from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes.. Love is all around me.."&lt;br /&gt;Ok if you'd watched l&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;actually, you will know that this song gets stuck in people's head easily. Just like my situation now.. I keep singing it for some hell knows reason. Haha. &amp; stay away, because I suck at singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I gotta go since my sis wants to dominate the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. I'm still very in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;actually mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115038809978040765?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115038809978040765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115038809978040765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115038809978040765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115038809978040765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-fever.html' title='world cup fever'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115029876942550143</id><published>2006-06-14T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:29:20.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk cock make no sense</title><content type='html'>Am I supposed to stay sanguine, true or otherwise take a step closer to play&amp;pretend since its the most efficient way to forget issues, so as I would be able relate you to nonentity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, in-between had sundered a long long time ago. I've lost that faith anyway. I wouldn't want to hold on &amp;amp; I am very unwilling to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of D E C E P T I O N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM THINGS THAT YOU THINK YOU KNOW BUT ACTUALLY YOU DON'T REALLY KNOW:&lt;br /&gt;I love balls. Cheese balls, meatballs, potato balls, sweet potato balls, japanese octopus balls, yam balls, chocolate rum balls, banana balls, glutinous rice balls, fried ice-cream balls, old chang kee sotong balls, bubble tea's pearls &amp; onde-onde.&lt;br /&gt;"An onde-onde a day keeps you drooling away."&lt;br /&gt;I won't feel like buying anything when I have the money. Whereas when I am broke, I feel like buying every single shit which looks desirable to me.&lt;br /&gt;When I am sad, I flip through some bitchy magazines which has a million pictures of celebrities in it.&lt;br /&gt;I love dresses from Blum. They're exactly just like those which Rosemary wore in the film Rosemary's Baby, an artsy fartsy homour-thriller during the 1950s.&lt;br /&gt;I have watched New York Minute for countless times, &amp;amp; I think the Olsen Twins are good.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think.. I like Nicole Richie.&lt;br /&gt;I love French Art Films such as 8 Femmes. Even if I catch no balls of the dialouges, I still think it's pretty pleasurable watching them.&lt;br /&gt;I have realised that the fats from the food I eat mostly travels to my breasts or my face. I am not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;MPH &amp; HMV are the best places for me to kill time if I ever have the need to because their stores are soooo huge &amp;amp; WAHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the lousy friendster totally rejected me, I might well just paste it here since the page ain't even loading fine enough for me to see it moving to the next page. Like whatever, I still could scroll it up and down, copy all the text, right click, and copy it. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Flixster kinda rocks. Hahaha. Lets hope i won't get to watch the wrong movie (LIKE THE NUN) ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Where are you, my supernova?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115029876942550143?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115029876942550143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115029876942550143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115029876942550143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115029876942550143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/talk-cock-make-no-sense.html' title='talk cock make no sense'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115029243784789396</id><published>2006-06-14T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:40:42.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 I chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4I Chalet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning Nine O'clock, Su &amp; I went Ntuc to buy wings &amp;amp; all. Soon, we departed to Vans house to marinate the chickens. A while later, we went to meet our class outside our chalet. Initially, I thought it was gonna be something like Wee Kwang's chalet last year. But it was so wrong. It didn't have a pool, it was kind of small for so many people, it was very secluded &amp; what's more, it was right beside the renowned Old Changi Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream, "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun for the entire day &amp; night playing board games (thank you very much Eden for bringing different varieties of boardgames), watching dvds &amp;amp; eating those great and delicious food sincerely bbq-ed by my food team which consisted of Mish, Eden, Jian Wen, Vanessa, Yew Fong, Raymond &amp; not forgetting me myself LOL. The food was... GREATTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some spent the night watching dvds, some spent the night at Old Changi Hospital, some spent the night sleeping in the air conditioned rooms, some spent the night watching soccer (btw France was an ultimate disappointment), some spent the night eating, some spent the night scandalling, some spent the night dancing, some spent the night reading, some spent the night socialising, some spent the night reading magazines &amp; some spent the night playing boardgames. Everyone bonded so much. Woah. The chalet was totally fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4I is a class which people don't often think is united because some of them are quiet and some of them are noisy and not all speak up at one go like other classes do. People don't think we're united, because they think results is ALL about being united and influence without considering the side factors. So when our results drop, the unity of the class gets implicated by the teacher even though people like me often think unity may not be a factor afterall (Just like for example a smartass class may not be united but if they are very smart &amp; produce great results, I doubt noone like a teacher would ever comment about the issue of being united). We've been condemned about our united-ness because it's not that we don't have it, but its because we don't know how to show it and what's most important is that deep down in our hearts, we know how amazing all of us can be. But this does not mean we are not united. Being an outsider, you won't know how united we can be because we know ourselves best. And yes, it doesn't really matter if people can see that we are bond heart-to-heart. I am a very practical person. The outcome of our results &amp; friendships depend on what we really know, and not just all about showing to the world that we have this, or we have that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care whether it's extremely cliched or whatever. But, to me, 4I is the greatest class ever &amp;amp; guys and girls, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you.&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/7303256-115029243784789396?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115029243784789396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115029243784789396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115029243784789396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115029243784789396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/4-i-chalet.html' title='4 I chalet'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115013932163137194</id><published>2006-06-13T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T03:08:41.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rubbish</title><content type='html'>Just read Dolly. Kind of conscious about Anti-Bullying organizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Amanda said, when bullies don't have an exact reason about why they bully, they propably have this box full of papers with name on it where the bullies will just pick them up &amp; decide who they should bully randomly when they are bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people who bully should read Dolly Magazine because it's emphasizing on Aussie going against bullying-related crimes. &amp; I hope all those articles can wake them up instead of letting them repeating their habit again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what pleasure it gives to do unusual stuffs like these, but I just know it's obviously not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weigh pros &amp; cons, you can tell the truth, express your unhappiness, but what matters is that ain't it a better way to solve it? Because afterall, it's still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, &lt;em&gt;physical, mental abuse&lt;/em&gt;. Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Before I leave for the chalet, I'd like to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ROCKS. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda obscene, but it's a must-watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn, I still need to wake up at 10 tomorrow to buy chicken wings for class chalet. Goodbye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. Miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And support me in anti-spam &amp; anti-bullying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it was never the right thing to do in the first place. If you are one, go and feel guilty about it because you were never right &amp; you don't even respect people's rights. What makes you think you have the right to bully people? It doesn't matter whether you're richer, bigger in size, older, better-looking or whatever. Bullying is just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; spammers, it doesn't matter whether you had the intention to argue, didn't had the intention to argue, give excuses, distrupt peace, didn't plan to or whatever. Spamming is just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people like this live in self denial to think it's right &amp; don't even live in a single bit of shame, guilt &amp;amp; intention to change. Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115013932163137194?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115013932163137194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115013932163137194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115013932163137194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115013932163137194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/rubbish.html' title='rubbish'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115012289423793425</id><published>2006-06-12T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:25:44.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut the fuck up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS POST IS RATED &lt;strong&gt;PG&lt;/strong&gt;. FOR THE THIRTEEN AND ABOVES. DUE TO COARSE LANGUAGE BUT NO NUDITY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I feel like puking. I think it's because of the Nasi Padang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched Love Actually &amp; Wedding Singer. They are sooo romantic. AWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that lil' boy from Love Actually? Omg, he's soo super handsome lah. I think he looks better than any guy from the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; his name is, THOMAS SANGSTER. Go &amp; find his pic man! Oh mannnnnn. Everytime I see him I'll start kicking my legs in the air. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Adam Sandler is so cool. Now I rather be a Wedding Singer than some Geisha shit. LOL. You know, it's just some kind of mentality after you've watched a movie starring a rare profession which you've never seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok readers, you know what? I know what attracts you to my blog is because I blog about the stupidest/you-would-have-never-thought-of stuff. However, out of 10 things I bitch about, I'm only seriously concerned about just ONE issue out of that ten. Not because it concerns me or what. But those thoughts &amp; experience are really those which may just affect my life anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For eg. Bitching about the never-say-sorry ah lian won't change my life in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, blogging about something sad which happened to my friend can change my life, because it is only through blogging that I sometimes realise the seriousness and I draw lessons from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am going to introduce you this person call the Mr Freak.&lt;br /&gt;This Mr Freak, loves to backstab 3 people at one time and whenever Mr Freak knows that the backstabbees found out that their being backstabbed, he'll be there within a minute to salvage the situation because the reason is as simple: He wants to create stories about people YET he's afraid that people might hate him after finding out that they have been backstabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the word backstab is too light for this kind of situation because he's totally creating stories. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't want to reveal the details, but as you can see, his overall character is just like that lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you bitch about people nevermind la. It's NORMAL for people to do that. But you are like creating stories. &amp;amp; when people find out, you don't even care to deny or plead guilty &amp; just go ahead with your extreme ways to salvage the situation by putting on that superficial smile all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to me, Mr Freak is just nothing but a sore loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deny that he was nice. But So what? It's a WAS. I don't care who the hell he was even if I had benefitted from the way he treated me in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now? He's just another faker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe him: &lt;strong&gt;SUCKER. (But I named him the freak because it just came to me naturally)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you should know how harsh I am? Being the typical Sylvia Ho Jia En who can't stand people who like to&lt;strong&gt; hurt people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet his heart won't even pound twice normal if he ever sees an old lady slip in the middle of the streets. YES, I think you are that &lt;strong&gt;tactless &amp;amp; insensitive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet he won't even feel guilty if he realised he had damaged a friend &amp; ruin his/her life due to his lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet if he goes on this way, he will end up being a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I have something to tell him. And this something usually sounds stupid &amp; loserish if someone else brainless had said it but I have no choice &amp;amp; too bad it's just the best thing to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"YOU THINK YOU VERY BIG IS IT?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GRRRRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever create stories about me (if you have yet to), or if you cause any damage to my xxxxxxx, I WILL SCREAM THAT AT YOU IN THE FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Before I do, please fucking shut up la. I know I very bitchy but at least I know I am nice &amp;amp; I don't exceed the normal standard of human-hypocrisy. Like I said, everyone bitch about people, and there is an extent where you'll just over do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like for eg. There are many reasons why we bitch.&lt;br /&gt;1) When we can't take it &amp; we confide and it gradually becomes 'bitch'.&lt;br /&gt;2) When we just feel like doing it due to our naturally-bitchy character.&lt;br /&gt;3) When we want more attention from more people.&lt;br /&gt;4) When we just feel like doing for the fun of it without knowing you're not that good afterall.&lt;br /&gt;5) We want to make A hate B and vice versa for wtf reason(s).&lt;br /&gt;6) We want all the friends to fight for us as their bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;7) We want to be famous for having all the first-minute news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Freak's doings are apparently a combination of all of them. Well, please don't pity choice no.1. The rest are overpowering it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bitchy, but I've never overdone it. But all these while, you have became from bad to worse because when you had done it for the first time, you knew you had to continue it because you know there will be a point of time you'll start losing all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. I don't think you have many friends either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want it, I shall be the first real friend to disown you because all these while I've loved you since I came into this school &amp;amp; trust me, before you want to disown me, I won't even want to have anything got to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to take it on a lighter note, I still thank you for being such a nice friend when we were still young and when you still didn't know to to bitch until so happening about your own goodfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOUR BOYFRIEND IS BUSY WITH SOMETHING ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wedding Singer. says:&lt;br /&gt;SYG&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Singer. says:&lt;br /&gt;THOUGHT U OFFLINE?!!&lt;br /&gt;Peter Crouch sucked. says:&lt;br /&gt;my msn spoil one&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Singer. says:&lt;br /&gt;eh?&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Singer. says:&lt;br /&gt;so bad&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Singer. says:&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Singer. says:&lt;br /&gt;beat him.&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Singer. says:&lt;br /&gt;the most anti climax thing u can ever reply is&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Singer. says:&lt;br /&gt;"how are u sure my msn is not a her?"&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Singer. says:&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK BACK TO THE POINT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to repeat this for ONCE MORE:&lt;br /&gt;Just fucking shut the hell up man. I'm not gonna appreciate you if you think things can be better off by lying it off each time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BITCH/ SUCKER/ FREAK/ MORON/ BACKSTABBER/ MORETHANALLOFTHAT because YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO HURT PEOPLE WITH STORIES THAT ARE NOT EVEN BASED ON FACTS. IF YOU LIKE TO TELL STORIES, GO AND WRITE A BOOK, MAKE INTO A FILM, HIT IT INTO THE BOX OFFICE &amp; CREATE HISTORY THEN. I SERIOUSLY HOPE YOU'LL EITHER REALISE YOUR FUCKED-UP ATTITUDE NOW OR JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISDAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, someone called wireless just came to tag on my board.&lt;br /&gt;Saying that: Suzy/sally/kitty.. whatever whatever.. wtf. retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I didnt hesitate to ban you and delete your post because spammers are losers. So what if i'm retarded? it's YOUR point of view. Retarded then retarded lor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My title of the blog actually relates to retardness? &amp; I'm not any better? Haha. That's your point of view. I won't stick my nose into what you think. If you don't know what the hell is free speech and own person's point of view, you can forget about expressing your point of view because you don't even know how to respect someone's point of view. &amp;amp; You do things without realising what you're doing was what i did, yet saying I'm retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just like if you blog abt your neighbour next door &amp; someone criticises you and say you're not any better. Like won't you just say your blog is for viewing pleasure &amp; why are you letting people restricting what you actually blog about? &amp;amp; When people think you aren't any better than that stupid neighbour of yours, you'd obviously think the spammer is a sucker because he/she doesn't even know you more than you do. Right? &amp; the thing about spammers is, when you explain, they don't listen. Isn't that dumb? It's just when when you've never done anything wrong &amp;amp; when you deny of an accusation, the other party just refuses to believe. So? Denial is absolutely nothing in your dictionary? Then you can just live in a world of your own, and drown yourself in a puddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Let's be retarded then. Think before you speak. I know myself more than you know actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, even ??? is more polite to tell me something logical. If you think syl/suzy/sally/kitty/pearl is retarded because you don't know the logic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR YOUR INFORMATION,&lt;br /&gt;Syl is what PEOPLE call me.&lt;br /&gt;Suzy is what my boyfriend called me.&lt;br /&gt;Sally is what Danial/Hisyam calls me.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty is what Su calls me.&lt;br /&gt;Pearl is what Nafisah calls me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; If you still don't care just because I AM the one who's retarded, stop bringing my blog in the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so much, I am actually confident enough to say if YOU don't like me, it's because you don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; If you choose not to like me without knowing who I'm actually like, I seriously don't get you because you rather get a foe than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats the problem now? Because all these names sound retarded? Then alright then, I have no comments about that. It's your point of view anyway. I didn't disagree or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; well, I've obviously banned you &amp;amp; deleted your post because if you don't get why I've done so, the reason is simple because the features of a tagboard exist when such things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, am only a coward when I've done somethign ridiculous and when people expose it in my blog &amp; if I had deleted them, I am a coward. But currently, the situation is such that I blogged/had a title called syl/suzy/sally/kitty/pearl &amp;amp; I'm being spammed. So yes? Do you think it's really fair to the adminstrator of this blog &amp; tagboard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one last advice for you: (If you don't get it, just remember its my point of view since I doubt you listen to people.)&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm not any better, because you don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why spammers are called spammers. You guys just express criticisms without logic. If you want so, don't vent it in a way such that it's my blog's fault. Do I not have the right to blog about things? Do I need to blog about things pleasant to your eyes? Why should I do something which looks good to you, and not sincerely express myself as a blogger of redcandyeye.blogspot.com?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think my blog is an eyesore, then don't ever come back. If you think I'm not any better, then alright, I know &amp; you don't have to repeat it but it's of no sense anyway because I don't know you &amp;amp; you don't really know me as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to be honest, just try to imagine if you were me. You won't like anyone to spam your blog right &amp;amp; somemore its of no reason and whatsoever? A tagboard is a happy place for people like nice friends who know me to chat &amp; express logical comments relating to smile &amp;amp; laughter and for my viewing pleasure since I blog on the ground of redcandyeye. So please do the right thing &amp; stop being like another selfish freak who harms the rest &amp;amp; distrups the peace over here solely for your own pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tag on my board for a reason. When they say hi, I know they've been here. When they say I'm more than words, I know they know me. When they comment neutrally about my content, I know it's time I should speak up for myelf. When they criticise me logically, I know I will change. When my boyfriend says I love you, I know he took the effort to read about my thoughts. But when I read your tag, I totally have no idea what you were trying to say. You won't change my life anyway. It's not like you've said something totally true which I can just reflect on myself and change for the better. If it's that case, I'd thank you. But in this case, I think you're the one who should reflect on your actions as a spammer who's so selfish &amp; doesn't even argue properly &amp;amp; politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can argue with ??? then Fann Wong wasn't an Ah Lian in the past. But by saying the blog title retarded &amp; telling me I'm not any better when you don't even know me, where can a true arguement get? The whole thing would just be a waste of time for both you and me you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want me to tell the truth, I'll tell you something. In this world, definitely more than who you think will think I'm obviously better than an ah lian who wastes her life off. And that includes myself. So I doubt you'd have any chance to demoralise me because once again, I'm more than you think you know who I am. :) &amp; I am very proud &amp;amp; confident of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I'm fat, I'm not really smart &amp; whatsmore?&lt;br /&gt;At least I know where I stand because I know what I experience and how I've grew to who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; If you think I'm not any better. It's fine with me anyway. It's not like I'm gonna flaunt all my qualities &amp;amp; argue with you about that. The above was solely my point of view. If you think the above was trying to disagree with you. Wrong. It's an exclusive post of how I think about myself rather than trying to prove to you that I'm better. No. If you still don't get that, blame yourself for the low intellectual level because I'm not gonna argue about this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where I kinda love most because this is the ground I can talk about anything I want to. &amp; If I did offend you, I'm sorry then (Although I kinda doubt so). Overall, spammers are not good people anyway. So the final word would be me, sincerely telling you to leave this place if all you want is to make a fool of yourself instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done my part to let peace unfold, have you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115012289423793425?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115012289423793425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115012289423793425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115012289423793425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115012289423793425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/shut-fuck-up.html' title='shut the fuck up.'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115011430672998436</id><published>2006-06-12T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:20:18.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagboard issue</title><content type='html'>Hey ???. It's difficult to answer YOUR questions there. So I'll answer it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1: So you're implying that Ah Lians should not wear make-up when they go sporting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: What makes you think so? THAT few, should not. When I blog about certain people, it doesn't mean that I'm referring to the whole population. So to make it simple, I am not implying so even I sound like implying so because I know my point of view which you don't exactly know thus I'm answering you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2: &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; ah lians as eyesore?&lt;br /&gt;No. Even if I strongly don't believe that most Ah Lians rock the world, I still would say that some might not be eyesores. So the answer is: Some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3: Am I attacking them?&lt;br /&gt;If you're referring those few, yes like obviously I am. I bitch about about them so it's rather obvious I'm attacking them.&lt;br /&gt;If you're referring to the ENTIRE population of that kind, no I'm not because I've see all for myself.  So the answer is: Yes if it's that few. No if it's the entire population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my conclusion is:&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lians are of one kind on the outside, but the fact is that there are so many kinds. So the kind I was criticising about are those who actually put up make-up for sports without/actually knowing that they don't really look nice in it. There are also kinds which are actually nice people. You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have more questions regarding this issue or if you want to know more about my point of view towards this issue. You can always post your questions at my &lt;strong&gt;comment box&lt;/strong&gt;, because the tagboard makes it difficult to answer all the long questions. &amp; you know. A tagboard should not look tensed up. It'll scare taggers away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, you can sms me at 94742205.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you can try my email - &lt;a href="mailto:st8rfish_freaks@hotmail.com"&gt;st8rfish_freaks@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are afriad that I'd know who you are, don't worry lah. I am a nice person unless if you're not one of my kind. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank you so much for saying that that sentence related to them rocks. Just like my neighbour, boast boast go boys home don't know how many times but I don't even see a single change in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to let you know. At the point of time where it's 7.55 pm, I tagged to reply your messages but after blogging properly about it, I will not hesitate to delete the screwed-up answers of mine of no proper planning because an arguement should not occur there, just in case you think I'm those who would not want people to see that my tagboard is full of just one arguementative/discursive issue. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; PS: I'll be going for my class chalet for two days. So, I might not answer any questions this few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: COMMENT BOX. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115011430672998436?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115011430672998436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115011430672998436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115011430672998436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115011430672998436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagboard-issue.html' title='tagboard issue'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-115003477114911896</id><published>2006-06-11T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:06:11.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>action.</title><content type='html'>This post is solely dedicated to Miss/Mr ??? who just commented on my tag that Fann Wong was an ah lian too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't regard that as a spam because maybe he/she was just trying to correct me. But in my point of view. This is what I think (Since the tagboard would be too small to contain about my thoughts) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you read, I'd like to take this opportunity to tell you that this post if of no offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, that whole long list of influence would probably show you many things which I talk about. &amp; For the things I talk about, I always double check them before I post or edit them again if I find that there's something wrong. However..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, context says, "I know Fann Wong looks good in makeup while doing sports blahblahblahblahblah" right? In this context, it wasn't mention whether I said whether she have been an Ah Lian or not. Well, does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a commenting showing that there are many kinds of people. One kind may look good in something, the other might not look the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for example:&lt;br /&gt;Jean Grey, the lawyer, looks extremely unhot in Red lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;I know Rouge looks good in red lipstick, but not everyone is like Rouge you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if someone comments: Fyi (the very-knowledgable tone), Rough was a lawyer in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMM. Now you get it?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter whether Rouge was a lawyer, because the point is that she just looks oh-so-hot in red lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; It doesn't matter whether Rouge, being an ex-lawyer is compared to Jean Grey, because Jean Grey the lawyer seriously looks sucky with red lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you get the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; well, FYI (because I'm sure this is something you DON'T know), I like Jean Grey, &amp;amp; I've never liked Fann Wong ever since the day I was born. Just like she's really pretty, but it has always been this way since I was young - Me being the one supporting Zoe Tay, &amp; my sis being the one who adores Fann Wong. HAH. Those who know me will know about this. So if you want to detect any biasness, I'm sad there isn't any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for telling me she was an Ah Lian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to tell the truth I kinda doubt it (that's really sorry) she was one because Mr Lim Keng Boon said she was a goodygirly student whom many teachers adored. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDAND, XMEN ROCKS! BWAHAHAH :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-115003477114911896?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/115003477114911896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=115003477114911896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115003477114911896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/115003477114911896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/action.html' title='action.'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114996108392995324</id><published>2006-06-11T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T01:38:05.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid ah lian</title><content type='html'>I was walking along under my block to the coffee shop to buy my dinner just now when this ah lian riding bicycle knocked onto me. I looked up. To my surprise I saw another 5 more poser ah lians just outside giggling on their bike as if those ilurbeeuu guys were just in front of them. (cos I was like at the sheltered place). I bet it was some ah lian biking outing. Absolutely no common sense man. AND THEN. The Ah Lian doesn't seem to know how to cycle because she was ah ah-ing down there. &amp; her face was like. Wtf. Eyeliner, mascara, the Vanessa-like flushed blush, that rebonded mane which fringe was stuck all over her face due to perspiration, some stupid skirt/culottes, those ah lian cami &amp;amp; some 4stripes shoe. I was like, WHATEVER? Go cycle cycle wear until so super happening for what. &amp; the make-up was so turning off please. She doesn't even know she looked worse than a panda due to those undesirable smudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Fann Wong looks good when she jogs with make-up &amp; designer sports wear which doesn't even look like sports wear. But too bad, you are not Fann Wong. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, stupid ah beng next door wasn't wearing a cap just now so I saw his somewhat bald head. Wtf. HAHAHAHAHA. He looks extremely fine whenever he's gonjenging with the girlfriend, why can't he fucking go back to his army camp &amp; stop pretending he's ill if he's not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that stupid ah beng's brother the old ah beng poser is agitating the hell out of me. It's such a surprise that finally for once, I don't see him bringing back different girlfriends once a month. But because of that, it has became something bad. Why? Because his current girlfriend has two noisy &amp; unbearable dogs who bark (high-pitched) in the middle of the night/wheneverIfeellikesleeping or whenever the both of them are staring at the wtf stars at the corridor at 11pm. Wth la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I'm beginning to appreciate what's here for me now, I feel glad that ah beng is away at the army camp so his ex girlfriends won't come back and attempt to climb inside his house (that explains why the windows are so super sealed now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mom said another two ah beng brothers (slightly older around 25 approaching 30 &amp; their father is one used-to-be-stuck-up-but-turned-friendly old ah beng) living 10 doors away are still devoted to their respective girlfriends after many many years &amp;amp; at least, they work for themselves. Not like those two just right next door. Cannot make it sia. Downright pathetic man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Those Ah Bengs hanging around the 124 playground is even worse. 1/2 of them still wear the stupid No Rules shirt. -___- &amp;amp; Their girlfriends are those who are so tiny winy where they'll probably fly 10metres away if I ever punch them &amp; with that no-hair look. Layer layer, come out like some cancer patient. I suggest they should wear a brokeback-hat man. Oh man. &amp;amp; they often hold a cigarette in their hands, bitching about the latest ah lian who snatched their boyfriends away in that irritating high-pitched-tiniiiiieeeee voice. Isn't it a major turn off to see supposed cute young girls swearing and flaunting the whole list of vulgarities in their dictionary. I think those ilurbeeuu people are probably those who scold 'cb' &amp; don't even know the real meaning. I wonder how cool these young and hopeless yet somehow have hope can get. Scolding hokkien vulgarities which literally mean their private parts? Do they even know? &amp; I can be sure none of them are over 14 years old. I mean like, so freaking young &amp;amp; stupid enough to ruin themselves. Who knows anyone of them would just die in a catfight. Is that what life is all about? Will big dreams come true without putting in any effort and what's more telling the whole world you've already quit school and entered the probation centre 10 times in your entire life? Naive enough to think that they've been through so much. I mean, what's the point of going through things when they don't even learn to change for the better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence, it's an individual's point of view because she thinks at least she rocks at planning a foolproof journey to become who she would want to become. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for any gramatical errors, I'm too lazy to look through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114996108392995324?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114996108392995324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114996108392995324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114996108392995324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114996108392995324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/stupid-ah-lian.html' title='stupid ah lian'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114994124094534471</id><published>2006-06-10T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T20:07:21.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good day</title><content type='html'>Lessons started at 9 today and I woke up at 10. LOL. But the very hardworking Syl Ho called Mish, spoke to Mr Hot &amp; asked him to expect me there. So yeahyeah. I reached there 30minutes before lessons should end. Bwahahahaha. Eh but hello! At least I manage to do 10 long-winded Amaths question before I left the classroom with Su.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then the usual talkative Su &amp; I went tamp for lunch &amp;amp; bitched EMOTIONALLY anbout some issues. Hahahaha. &amp; then someone came to meet su &amp;amp; I departed to City Hall to meet Nawawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; You know what? Su and I saw this freaking huge lizard at the school bus stop and it was freaking noisy. Ewwwww. But of cos, its not as big as those we saw in Pahang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought him Toblerone btw, how sweet can&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; get? :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY. Class chalet next week. Can't believe 4I's having 2 chalet (Those huge ones at the ulu part of Changi) for our own. I don't know what happened. Maybe Patsy didn't realise she planned it wrongly or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Influences are not the things about me. Influences are those whatever shit which can come across my mind anytime &amp; anyway and gives me inspiration to bitch about. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Woohoooo! I bought Dolly July already! Was stuck in between Girlfriend and Dolly but in the end I realise I've read the Girlfriend before. It's either it belonged to someone or I've already read at Wheelock place last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored now, Nawawi just left me for FAQeh's place. Lalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, out to lunch = I don't know what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, out to lunch = in between appear offline and on the phone. SIGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess perhaps I'm being too petty for the moment. Or perhaps I just can't help it. Maybe I'll send him some nice messages before he leaves for OBS &amp; probably I'll have my fun in Singapore to forget about  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't like girls to attitude. &amp; I'm really sorry about it. I rather not talk, then scream at you. I can't bear to do that to anyone. Really. And I'm sorry I have to ruin your day when you're finally happy after weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING. I just finished two bowls of noodles. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, what happened was that Aisya is so greedy. She like/admire so many people. CHOISWHOIHWOFKSBCJKBFJBSJKBFHJBWJIEHWIOHD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr XXX, are you still a virgin?"&lt;br /&gt;"The word virgin is not in my dictionary"&lt;br /&gt;"What?! It sounds so wrong. So cher, are you serious?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, its not what you think. What I meant was that.."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok whatever. Not interested already"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahahahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above conversation belongs to ALIA FADIA THE BIMBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After soooooo long (3 years + ok), I can finally own pretty nails! Lolllll. You should know what. I was from Np.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church tomorrow. Woohoo. I feel like attending the service by my own. As in. 9am service. HAHA. That is if I can manage to wake up on time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Jaz is not going for the camp. Her examinations are breaking my heart &amp;amp; the anticipation for so many months.. :( Jaz don't go means Sabri don't go. They never go means Syl + Steffi = No life kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ok fine. Steffi still got her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pretty pink polish from Missha this noon. Adding to the collection of tons of Nail polish which I NEVER EVER GET TO use in the past. The most I could have was the light shade of pink polish from Red Earth. Or maybe for my toe nails. But I wear shoes 6 days a week for more than 12 hours a day, who the hell'd care? Btw, I'm not so stupid to buy things which I can't use la. My aunt always buy it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAZURAH ATIQAH WHERE ARE YOUUUU. I SO MISS YOU PLS! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok most imptly, today has been a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114994124094534471?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114994124094534471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114994124094534471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114994124094534471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114994124094534471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-day.html' title='good day'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114987654703007696</id><published>2006-06-10T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T02:09:07.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons and more lessons</title><content type='html'>Lessons, lessons &amp; MORE LESSONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Thanks to some observation + some gossips here and there, Mr Mubarak now knows about me and.. already. How slow news travels. LOL. HAHAHAHA. Ok whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it all started because we met him at Bedok Food Centre and he started asking, "Nice watch.. But why are you wearing such a boyish watch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrr. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I confessed that I skipped Wendy's lesson. Lol. She's so amazing la. Can teach the wrong stuff everyday. Lol. Actually she has the knowledge. Its just that she has some difficulty presenting it kids like us. Anyway, she's a really kind teacher la. Just that she falls asleep easily. BWAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone teach me how to change the profile layout of myspace? Hehehhh :D Cos I'm gonna add LP soon or sth. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I love the way Ian blogs. Its just so him. Hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I just heard those kopitiam uncles screamed. Well. I'm not watching anyway. Not so in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I so miss our chinese class. As in like.. Suddenly? Lol. Because its the time where no one would speak chinese and its so difficult to ask Niu laoshi something in chinese when you've been speaking English for the past one hour. Haha. &amp; I bet he rather listen to our qsns in Eng then in Chi cos sometimes its kinda CMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he feels very sorry or something. But I feel more sorry for myself. My sorry will displace your sorry. So take yours back, I don't need it actually. Trust me. I'm fine, and I will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think Scary Movie 4's poster ROCKS LAH! Hahaha. STUPID HELLO KITTY PLASTER. LOLLLLLL. You guys should go and check it out, its so super happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine. Its 2am already. I NEED TO SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, hail Werner's Oven! :D Germany rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know life would be incomplete without reading my blog. LOL. XD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114987654703007696?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114987654703007696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114987654703007696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114987654703007696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114987654703007696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/lessons-and-more-lessons.html' title='lessons and more lessons'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114986689399130760</id><published>2006-06-09T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:28:20.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scream my heart out?</title><content type='html'>Scream MY HEART OUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this what people always advice me whenever I have pms or sth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I can scream my heart out, someone else had already screamed the hell of MY heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;gek sim&lt;/em&gt; lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know I'm angry at you or whatsoever, I really don't know. I was just thinking how can YOU ever think my intention was not to help. To think.. Argh. Nevermind. I feel VERY sad after reading your super-long sms but.. Well. Its really amazing how can I not give in to something or someone I thought as one of the best here around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, maybe it's not you. Don't worry, maybe it's just something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I feel so stuporous and dumbstruck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114986689399130760?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114986689399130760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114986689399130760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114986689399130760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114986689399130760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/scream-my-heart-out.html' title='scream my heart out?'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114978481619379418</id><published>2006-06-08T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T00:40:16.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everlasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BELOVED &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. If you did realise. You couldn't view my entries part yesterday. I thought it was the template but for a moment I thought it couldnt have been because I didn't adjust my template at all. In the end, I deleted my latest post (the one which only someone saw thru archieve) &amp; my blog revived again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I bet its rather offending to some people. So god stopped it or something. Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went NP camp's campfire. WAHHH. Now the system is so welfare-based. Camps are so fun now.. So relax, fun. So what if i'm filled with envy? It's not like I can turn back time. Sigh. Then went tamp for I-don't-know-what-for, slacked around at mac with yw&amp;all. Saw an ex Temasekian there too. &amp;amp; the moment I went into mac, all I saw was him flashing his armpit for I dont know what the fuck reason. So turning off. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis's coming back tomorrow. Arr, not like i talk to her anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drifting away, by means of an intention. Why? Isn't it not-very-nice to be close to someone whom you shouldn't be that close to? Hahaha. Whatever/Anything. Not like I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or.. perhaps I really do care? Hah.. Doesn't matter. Go ahead and forget. I've been weird anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Boonkeng/Kallang with Alia yest to watch the soccer match between Adam's Team and Ikh's team. The place was freaking hot. I would have died of heat stroke if not thanks to Kechik's cap. Sadiq is irritating. Sadis is irritating.. vhohfohdsf. Thanks so much to me for being sooooo supportive. Haahahaha. &amp;BTW, it's SADIQ'S BIRTHDAY NOW. Ok. Happy birthday then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo sleepy. But I will feel extremely unsatisfied if I were to just end it here. Because blogger fucking screwed my blogging opportunity for both yesterday &amp; the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsweek rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I bet MAT gave Faiz the tightest hug EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I seriously hope faiz won't lose the huge card because I sacrificed 4 hours of sleep just to make it for him ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone knows I'm venting all my emoness on him. He's none other than another friend of kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can I assume -- Despite being the one who's always there for people who need me, do I often use pms as an excuse when I can't figure out what I'm feeling? (Or maybe I just don't want to).&lt;br /&gt;You know, the I-don't-know-and-I-don't-wanna-know. Learnt from Faiz, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend's so gone.. I'm sooooo lonely now. Yes, in the lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for Famous Amous. Some kind soul, buy for me pls? :)/:X/:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disdain her. To think she banned confidence-walk. Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so need to save money for the impt stuffs now. Like eg. Fel's lost dictionary (Thanks to me for overlooking &amp; not putting it in my bag). I think I'm gonna buy Liberation Transmission sometime later ah. No money now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm entertaining/drama &amp; I ROCK! Woohooooohooooo :D:D My dearest squadmates. Heheheheheeeeeeeeee. Sometimes, it rocks to have simple-minded friends who appreciate you &amp;amp; express their sincere feelings allllll the time although honesty may not be the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Mdm Farizah &amp; Miss Tracy. &amp;amp; I realise I miss Miss Alexis too (&amp; her very nice New Zealand accent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine &amp; Mat's "sis" got in for Sg idol! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'd like to tell you how much I want an A for my chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School at 8 tomorrow, AGAIN? Freak, it's not like you don't know even 8 alarms and 3 missed calls have difficulty to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited for Chaletttt!! :D:D:D PATSY ROCKS MAN! 2ND FAV TEACHER. LOL. (err exclude those np ones. They're irreplacable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, My fav. teacher is Mrs Tay. HEH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd is Mr Hot Wei Guang. Hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I love Miss Tang alot also! She suck at teaching some topics. But she's still the very cute &amp; weird teacher who gave me As for Geog since sec2. Not just that.. She was the one who developed my passion for Geography. People always laugh at her, tease her, curse her. Hahahha. You think she's weird because you're not open la. (To those extremes who fucking love to bully her all the time). Why can't you just open your heart? It's not like she owed you in the previous life or as if she deserved all these shit for teaching. Ok. I know she suck at teaching SS. But if you're willing to accept her elderly-citizen kinda jokes &amp;amp; pay attention &amp; read her lower sec geog notes, an A is definitely a must-get la. Or you think you very good meh? I mean like.. It's good enough to arouse my interest for something unbelivable. Just like how Miss Neo made me love SS &amp; how Mrs Tay made me love chem LIKE NOBODY DOES. Lollllll :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think Mr Eng rocks big time. Many people enjoy different teaching methods. That is not as if I don't know. But my point is.. MR ENG ROCKS IN PHYSICS! Lol, for me, at least! The key is to learn how to enjoy during his lessons. Bwahahahahhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent Hill 5 stars leh! Should get a bunch of people to watch with me. Or maybe watching movie with Nawawi is still the best. He'll say I'm another waste-money freak who covers her eyes all the way and also because.. He have to end up telling me the progress of the movie cos my eyes are always kept shut. Lol. Hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL WANT BENCH WARMERS LAH :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK WHATEVER I AM FUCKING SLEEPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E V E R L A S T I N G.&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/7303256-114978481619379418?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114978481619379418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114978481619379418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114978481619379418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114978481619379418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/everlasting.html' title='everlasting'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114968882720711265</id><published>2006-06-07T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:00:27.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>testing testing my blog is fucking screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114968882720711265?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114968882720711265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114968882720711265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114968882720711265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114968882720711265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114956638175171273</id><published>2006-06-06T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T12:05:10.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yuan's bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/sentosa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="294" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/sentosa5.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/sentosa6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/sentosa6.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOW YOUR TEETH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/slogan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/slogan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says it all. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/f035e66e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/f035e66e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ever so retarded aisya hisham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/f048c81c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/f048c81c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obvious that its YOU ais! Anws, Quacks rocks. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;Well. Wengsing cheated Yewf's feelings! Hahaha. He called him at 6 to tell him that theres school in the morning. &amp;amp; I guess he went. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I feel guilty now :( Wahhhhh. I shdnt have you know... I guess I have regretted because I've never really skipped lessons in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people owe me money! CEYYY. INVESTMENT. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok I'm off to make yuan's present. BYE! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114956638175171273?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114956638175171273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114956638175171273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114956638175171273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114956638175171273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/yuans-bday.html' title='yuan&apos;s bday'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114952859597139696</id><published>2006-06-06T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T01:29:56.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>060606</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Darkess can never overcome light. Light is never afraid of darkness, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WILL NEVER&lt;/span&gt; be afraid of darkness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl was walking home alone in the midst of a pre-thunderstorm. Whenever the lightning striked, she would stop and smile pretty. Her mom was at a corner observing her and finally she wanted to understand her actions so much. So she asked her daughter, 'Daughter, why do you stop and smile whenver the lightning strikes?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;God's taking pictures of me, I need to stop and smile pretty! :D&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that story hit me with 490509270954727579374 impact. Wahhhhhhhhh. I dont know. But, I just feel good! :D&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, people have different beliefs. Just like I have mine too. Although I'm not a Miss Know-It-All. But whenever friends question me about how impossible god's existence can be because he cannot handle so many things at one time blablablablablablalblablalbla. Well.. I can say nothing but only: This is why he is call God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I was thinking whether I should put -_- or :D behind my sentence. But to think of it. :D looks more glorious. So well. I'm proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;strong&gt; I believe. Cos I hear, I have faith, and I feel the very strong love&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, Hillsong rocks;)&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, I saw Meiying yesterday awhile before I alighted from 14. Kinda miss her. She didn't change as much as I thought. Maybe.. I'm still one who'd deliver some kinda shock to freaks who thought I'd remain as ugly as before. At least now I've got a boyfriend who thinks I'm decently hot. LOL. Ok don't mind. Period.&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps. My Nawawi is such a happy kid. He just texted me "&lt;em&gt;Now playing ps. yay! Lol&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ain't he adorableeeee. Lol :D I smile when he smile. But its a waste that he doesn't smile when I smile. Lol. Not necessarily I mean. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love my one&amp;onlyonlyonly&lt;strong&gt; SAYANG&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's at 2 tomorrow. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real meaning of my explanations had faded out, long long long long time ago. The only thing which remained is that I knew I deserved someone better. I used to think that you could have done so much better in order to not let me feel like I should deserve someone better. But Well, you wouldn't want me to tell you right in the face. I believe it's too &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;demoralising&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Its just that.. You happened to be the only one. Even I couldn't believe it. So what about you? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Died out. No regrets!&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the Bullet is another boring movie. Thought I could have enjoyed the night or sth but uh huh, boredom strikes.&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aisya Bte Md Hisham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is such a sweetie. She has been trying to reach me on the phone just to check out my current xnvoidshrwoherihewr (there's currently no suitable word to use) life. Don't worry Aisie. Despite the many strike-back, I AM STILL LIVING STRONG. Lol. I'm just laughing about it, getting done and over with them, thats all yeah :) I promise its not any sort of self-denial or whatsoever!&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is damn basket laaaaaa. I called her at 9.30 yesterday to make sure she's at home so that I could watch the horror movie with her when I reach home. But when I reached home at 10, she's nowhere to be found, and she purposely left her phone in the house so I cannot contact her. dsertudgfuigdufigugdugtdghf. Anw, I still love her :D&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lek's somewhat encouraging me to be the organiser for the Bench Warmers. Well, so inexperienced, where should I begin from? Hahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know after saying soooooooooooo many things to you. I have more things to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I thank the sports capts. If not for it, I would have never get to know such a helpful/ nice/ sometimeskuku/ emotional/ maybejustlikeme/verynicetotalkto/ neartoendlesstopics (at least for now..)/ quitelame junior who knows &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to tell him that he's not any pea-brained freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I somewhat can't bear to see you in such a kuku situation. I know if I've been irritating while trying to show you things that I've seen but yet you have not (or because I bitch too much about jayyyyyyyyyyyy), I sincerely apologise for it. You know, I don't really go around advicing people like nobody's business. But I'm trying to help you with it, not just because I'm another stereo who just wants you to get out of this shit asap you know. Mmmmm. Basically its just because I somewhat have the faith that you can learn to make choices without regrets, cos I really dont wanna see you hanging halfway or what. So you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;SYL'S PREACHING&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my favourite junior(Despite getting angry at you which you didn't even realise I was angry -_-). You bear that in mind. Open your eyes wide, for you know choices without regrets are more than what you think you know &amp; WHATEVER your choices are (for whatever problems), I am HERE behind you. Well I don't mind trying to push you out of this because I hate it whenever you say you just feel like staying in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm here&lt;/span&gt;, yayyyyyyyyy :D cheers for the joy! I'm there for anyone who needs me, sincerely, and have faith in ME. Or you don't? ;)&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that the red spots will go away from Jinjin's body. &lt;strong&gt;SOON&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It looks undesirable to me :X&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the &lt;em&gt;Nazurah Atiqah Bestfriend&lt;/em&gt; feeling :):) It rocks.&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAGING FOR JAZREEL TAN! PAGING FOR JAZREEL TAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaz, heard from moomoo you're upset over the KL trip. Are you alright? Lets dig out some free time and you, sabri and I will hang out somewhere ok? Love.&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing is hiatus on blogging.&lt;br /&gt;You will only find such circumstances at my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;Err, laziness, excuses, urge to accumulate more.. I don't know? JUST CONTINUE TO TAG! FEEL HAPPPPPY AND TAG HAPPY AND NICE STUFF/ ENQUIRIES! :D&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lastly, Happy SIXTEENTH birthday &lt;strong&gt;TAN YUAN LI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SYL LOVES YOU, LIVE STRONG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;06/06/06 06:06:06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(fine i faked a bit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114952859597139696?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114952859597139696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114952859597139696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114952859597139696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114952859597139696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/060606.html' title='060606'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114935143915464259</id><published>2006-06-03T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:24:29.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored and emo</title><content type='html'>I told ya he looked so much better when he had short hair. LOL. Ok, now Zud thinks that Ian Watkins is hot! (Despite being the die-hard fan of a7x.) Hahahha. Yay yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I think I'm seriously bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin Lek owes me a lunch now. But don't worry la. Don't think you'll ever get to blanjah me cos its only once in a year you'll see me broke + suffering from hunger. Hahahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy/emo/whateverwhatever. At least I have done something to help.. Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I just realised that although all these while I've been thinking that I didn't really grow taller. But well.. to think of it, I guess I shot like madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Health Booklet, it states that I was 147cm during july 2002. But during Dec 2002, I was already 157cm. Psle stress? Hahaha. BULLSHIT LA. I didn't even study for anything except science. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the point, during july 2003 (sec1) I was 158cm. And I remained 158cm all the way until 2005 august. 2 long years, hello? &amp; Guess what was my height by then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;163cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could believe it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST I GREW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny gave me a fucking big shock. Well, indeed. The shock was expected because the answer was unexpected -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I was dying to see my future.&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of surprises and I don't want them :)&lt;br /&gt;For now, at least.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I've yet to go centrepoint to return ocean's twelve! LOL. How long already seyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danial's in malaysia :( Msn is boring. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping, yet I don't. Hahahha. What random shit.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that something can end before it begins? I'm beginning to see it everywhere. Check that out.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start Something, PLEASE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, that didn't mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, it did.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it did.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, not.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seeked help from my boyfriend by callin' him on the phone the moment I realised timmy was tailing me. He was watching X-Men then. Well, his reaction then was as if X-Men could come down and save me instead. Yes, thats my boyfriend. The I-don't-know-what-else-can-I-say and yet cute boyfriend. Alalalala. To tell the truth, I dont think he really cares about my shit whenever he's occupied with somethin'. Anyway, thats what I feel. I won't get to be layan anyway. We'll just end up fighting, that's why i'm always afraid to voice out the sadness (not anger) in me. It'll turn out me doing somethin' instead. I don't know. Maybe he just feels that I'm not worth entertained when I'm sad or nothing. He was never afraid. The excuse would be me being the angry-man. But the truth is that I'm not angry in the first place. Well.. I don't know why he said that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like for example. Whenever he realise he forget to reply me, he'll just reply as if he doesn't care. But when I realise I forget to reply him, I'm so afraid he'll be angry or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I don't know if he will ever get to read this. But if you do, please do not scold me. Please entertain/ cheermeup/ layanme/ floodmyinboxwiththeeversweetestmsg/ callmeandtellmeyouloveme/ stopcallingmeyangbecauseIthinkitsoundsocasualnow/ callmesygbecauseitsoundasifyoucaremore/ textmeIloveYou/givemevirtualhugsorsomething/ askmewhatamiNOTdoing/ askmewhetherivebeenmissingyou/ tellmeiamyouronlyone/ tellmeyoullbethereforme/ tellmeyoulovememorethananyoneelseexceptforyourfamily/ tellmeyoucantwaittoseeme/ tellmethatyouarehappywithme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T sulk/ virtuallysulk/ sayitsyourfault/ callmejustyang/ shoutatme/ denyyoudidnt/ defend/ tellmemyfaultsandshifteverythingbacktome. YES, I AM THAT DESPERATE NOW. JUST LISTEN WILL YOU. YOU NEVER GOT THE GREATEST HINTS EVER ON EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASTER I DON'T CARE WHETHER YOU'RE BEING FORCED OR WHAT JUST MAKE ME HAPPY FOR ONCE PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM APPARENTLY LACK OF CARE AND I DON'T FEEL LIKE I'M VERY LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOW YOUR DENIALS AND CONFESSIONS THROUGH WORDS. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY, PLEASE DEAL EVERYTHING WITH A SMILE. I HATE EVERYTHING WITH A :( UNLESS YOU WANNA TELL ME YOU MISS ME LIKE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK THATS ALL. MOVE ALONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I AM SAD. NOT ANGRY. I'm gonna stop talking if you keep saying I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114935143915464259?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114935143915464259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114935143915464259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114935143915464259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114935143915464259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/bored-and-emo.html' title='bored and emo'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114933654974804017</id><published>2006-06-03T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T20:09:09.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>I wonder what were the 120 jellies for even if they were not-so-nice.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what were the 5-day seriously intensive planning for just to make things nice for the ever-so-ulu people.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what were the almost-stayovers just for some stupid cleanup shit.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what was the x-hours long meeting right before it.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why were we working so hard for something which might never come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to show any contrast or distinguish anything but well. That would be my last words about it anyway. Power, power. He can go and kiss my ass. (The one who's bloody door was open). Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you to determine where the hell is my mindset now. I thought I had done something wrong or something. And I thought if I could apologise, I would. But now, theres nothing for me to apologise anyway. The hideous-me these days was just because I didn't wanna act as if I'm big-headed, back-to-the-scene, the-fussy-one, another-control-freak or something. But in fact, I had given it up all along. The superior one had faded, I'm moving along alright. The mindset all along was just to go with the flow and follow the crowd. But till bffl came along, she said it was only right to voice out (yet being reasonable somehow). I thought it was reasonable just for the supposed-main-people in this issue. But in the end, it turned out as if I was forcing, pressurizing or something. I don't like it you know? That line was just to tell you what I at least one. It's not like I don't know you very busy ma. But its like. Wth, so devastated please. The anticipation for a year has died down to nothingness. I don't know what's going on exactly. I don't even feel like having fun or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahyayayayayyayayayaya.&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I watched The Nun with Su and Abdullah just now. We were like waiting for Hisyam at Inter-Mac for 30minutes can because he said he'll be coming for the movie. &amp; we called and called.. we even called his malaysia house pls. And he was still unreachable. So well. We moved along. Wanted to watch bench warmers. But we thought The Nun would probably freak the goody hell out of us. So yeah. Anws, Bench warmers this kinda movie is suitable when Quackers are together because we love to laugh together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Su is being so &lt;s&gt;retarded&lt;/s&gt; funny today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At mac:&lt;br /&gt;Su: Why are we waiting for something that we don't even know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. You don't think its funny. And I do! And I can't stand going out with the both of them cos they always make me laugh to myself even its 30minutes after the joke. Can you imagine someone walking along the streets laughing to herself when her friends have no expression on their faces at all? Well, I'm one such retard who has a long laughter-span. Hahahhaha. Short-attention span? SO WHAT! Hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;Btw. This is a kind reminder to &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You can stop trying to rid me. Fyi, its nothing less than a zero-impact situation. I know to you, I'm like an explosive who might explode anytime, but not exactly to your girlfriend, AT LEAST. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The what you call when strangers turn against each other and when the so-called strangers know more than what they should know about each other. If I had a choice, I'd still choose to be here and who I am now. Or else, I'd never know that all these while another Cruella has been just around me. Hahahhaha. Its such a once-in-a-lifetime experience please. At least, I know what's worth for me to get affected over. People like you? You're more than just suitable to drown yourself in a puddle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that my suhaila salleh rocks. LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp; although kitty doesn't have distinct dimples. She rocks too.&lt;br /&gt;And.. I just found out Ian got dimples. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Even the mysterious-someone has dimples!&lt;br /&gt;kitty's friend's boyfriend has dimples too!&lt;br /&gt;My darling tan mei-mei jazreel has dimples too!&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend has dimples too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOWWWW :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx xxx xxx forgive me for being angry. If I haven't been talking to you ever since I don't know what time to don't know what time. I'm ignoring you. Vdofhodshofhewhruewghtuigregiti. At least I'm being honest over here. Lalalalalalalala..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114933654974804017?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114933654974804017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114933654974804017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114933654974804017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114933654974804017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114918817474393645</id><published>2006-06-02T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T02:56:15.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot this hot that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/lp1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/lp1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd Fav Band, Lost Prophets. Lol :) So who's first? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/oasis%20tic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/oasis%20tic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OASIS! DUHHH, Now &amp; forever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like.. Seriously supporting Oasis, you know their slow music and all. esp Noel Gallagher but on the other hand, I enjoy listening to the emoness&amp;coolness of LP. (&amp;amp; because all of them so hooootttttt) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been attending school + training almost every other day this week. The competition is just over. I suck like shit. 88 points. Hahahahahhaa. Oh please -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No chance already lah, forget it. No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the new police home team academy is extremely beautiful, BIG &amp; attractive. Although it's situated at the most ulu part of choa chu kang, but I still think it looks extremely beautiful and stylo pls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was mentally exhausting and tiring. The chem practical in the morning drained me like fuck. The brown ppt refused to be scraped off lah. Like wtf right? Because it has iodine in it and now my palm is like.. sheesh. It's rough enough and that brown ppt just had to make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching incredible tale (spookyspooky) halfway when someone called me about something shocking&amp;amp;amp;amp;emo&amp;.. . &amp;amp; I became tired like crazy so I just snoozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan to wake up at 6, is to make sure that I'll be clear-headed during Mdm Sabina's class. But due to some schedule errors we left the place and private-partied somewhere at eden's house. Well. After that, I went for comp. I never knew I looked so freakin' good in mufti pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. The emo talk went on. On &amp; on.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU KNOW WHAT? LOST PROPHETS' NEW ALBUM, &lt;strong&gt;LIBERATION TRANSMISSION&lt;/strong&gt; IS COMING OUT SOON! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably, I'm getting it. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahwah. I hope it wouldn't be a disappointment or sth because Start Something and Fake Sound Of Progress were FANTASTIC. That's why I'm so in love with them. Their name is like everywhere on those random worksheets teachers gave. Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mggggg, all of them so hot lah can! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ian watkins&lt;/span&gt;, Lee Gaze, Mike Lewis, Jamie Oliver (not the chef LOL) &amp;amp; Stuart.&lt;/strong&gt; WAHHH. ALL VERY HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/740287307_l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/740287307_l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELTS. Should go and listen to his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm so in love with the eh.. Last Train Home's video? Because I think Ian looked good in short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls. I can assure you. I have never gone crazy over any of the members in a band or something. He's like the first you know. Haha. (Ok lah actually got lah. Pri 6/ Sec1? When Matchbox were still together, I used to find Rob Thomas sexy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like you guys should know me what. I don't go around telling people I like this who what that. Whenever my friends tell me who's hot &amp; not and when it gets so super over, I'll just roll my eyes. BWAHAHA. You seee. Ahhhhhh. I don't know why but.. cvbusdbufbusabudebu :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm so in love with Ian's vocals as always! Heeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeee. But too bad lah. They coming to singapore/worldtour next year end. Crazy right. Still got how long man. Even Coldplay's coming already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, go listen to lost prophets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I used to listen those which are not so noisy la (you know sth like Goodbye Tonight?). In the end I was attracted to everything. Esp those from Start Something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. Thanks to Naz. She was the one who stirred awareness for LP in me because during sec2 she borrowed the LP album from Nawawi &amp; I was like thinking she's mad or sth.. cos she's such a soft girl and i can't believe she listens to them too. Lol and yes. She destroyed part of the cd right?! LOL. Anyhow ah Naz. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss naz so much. I got sooooo much to tell her. One day also not enough. Lol. :) Miss you bestfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went dinner at Laguna Country Club with Ying, Joan, Vans and the polar tonight. It's Ying's birthday dinner. Wah. The food were SUPERB. :D GREATTTTTTT. Btw, its jap buffet. Not those where you take yourself or sth.. you have to order it. AMAP. As many as possible. Lol. Yay yay. Lucky I made it in time! Thanks to the competition and the fucked up driver. Ahhhh. Don't wish to talk about the stupid driver. So no-knowledge man. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm back here now! Missing all the food. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;It's ok don't apologise.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you're striving for and you never seem to try.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems tempting but nothing comes for free.&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder how you drive when the road's too dark to see.&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels tempting but you don't know who to be&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder how you feel when you're lying next to me&lt;br /&gt;It's too early, it's time to...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's over&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, and after all I've done&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, no answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, does it sound familiar to someone's situation? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I think Nawawi looks extremely handsome in Baju Kurung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114918817474393645?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114918817474393645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114918817474393645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114918817474393645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114918817474393645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/hot-this-hot-that.html' title='hot this hot that'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114900422626287649</id><published>2006-05-30T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:50:26.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow so many things</title><content type='html'>I know its ultimately cheesy to say that the harsher I get, its actually the more I love you. Maybe you don't get it. If you happen to come across my blog, read from the first line to the VERY LAST LINE. IT IS HARSH BUT I CAN'T BELIEVE OTHER THAN NAWAWI YOU ARE A NIGHTMARE WHO CAN GET ME EMO LIKE FUCK. If you're still unwilling to display the beauty of grace, well. Goodnight, and goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I can't cry. I just don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've voiced out! From this moment on, I'll be EMOTIONALLY FREE!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D Woah. Feel so much betterrrrrrr (: Its some right choice of something. Right choice is always = to good feeling at the end of everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my chinese O's paper 1 suck like crap please. 5 pages of Gong-Han &amp; 3 pages of Zuo-Wen. Fbuiegbuireuigbubvdifbvuiervievtivretvi SUCK RIGHT! What a big joke man. Gong-Han about complaining what, have you forgotten I'm the reowned complaint queen? &amp;amp; I think I'm a weirdo.. I finished my paper 2 40minutes before times up. Thanks to the intensive training. My thinking&amp;writing speed's (which doesn't require creativity!) rate has rose up to twice as much. Lalalalala. Now I must be optimistic about my compo. Because SYL IS GONNA SCORE HIGHHHHHHHHHHABOVE for Listening &amp;amp; Oral! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GETTING A FOR CHINESE! AND I HAVE THE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FAITH&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'd like to say sorry to Felicia. You know some freaking idiot took her dictionary away, which was like right beneath my bag. &amp; whoever you are, please return it or you'd be hunt by my guilt ever. Actually I think its intentional stealing lor. Because her dictionary has her name like EVERYWHERE you know. &lt;strong&gt;How can you not know you are not Felicia Lee Xue Li&lt;/strong&gt; if you have taken it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, the moment I save up to $18, I'll buy a dictionary and give it back to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah. I hate you lah that idiot. Make me guilty for 2 days and on. Wtfffffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, shooting comp is approaching plssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 SECONDS = 6 SHOTS + TERRIBLE RECOIL.&lt;br /&gt;Omg. You know. We can only use 12 seconds to shoot 6 times into the targetted box?! You think very easy isit? Training already want to die, finger going to be paralysed already, later comp the real police revolver will have their recoiling effect you know. Fvbuigfbuiwbfubwerbwujrbwebre. My index finger is still swollen =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err. According to SOME SOURCES such as forums, there is a possiblity Lost Prophets will be coming to Singapore next year end. Ian Watkins is soooooo HOT as ever!!! You should take a look at him man. Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong's songs damn nice leh. My sis's playing it. Now I have the extreme &lt;strong&gt;strong urge&lt;/strong&gt; to go church now. I miss church. It's a pity I have to miss it because of chinese.. Haha. Recently, I told Jxx and James some of experiences where I can strongly feel the presence of god. And I'm glad about it! Just like for example when I'm walking home alone at late at night or wherever I go, I feel like there's a radius 2metres of circle surrounding me to keep me away from the dark forces. Feel so power-rangerish or something. LOL. And.. I'm loving it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I'm more or less sleepy already. STILL GOT LESSONS AND TRAINING TMR YOU KNOW. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I GOT NEW EZLINK ALREADY LEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! FINALLY. AFTER SIX LONG MONTHS :D Bwahahhahahahahhaaha. And I just found out something &amp; I'm damn unhappy about it. I feel like getting back at my dad. MmmmMmmmm. Should I or sth..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114900422626287649?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114900422626287649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114900422626287649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114900422626287649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114900422626287649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow-so-many-things.html' title='wow so many things'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114900223000669472</id><published>2006-05-30T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:17:10.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck</title><content type='html'>She used to be like an angel. Before she cut her hair and all. Those pictures make me feel like I-don't-know-what-to-say-yet-its-positive. Err maybe not. But now, she's like the devil who brings me the ultimate feeling of darkness. You know I feel this satan thingy in her. Well, I believe I have strong intuitions about things. &amp; I also believe she's more like a believer of the devil. I mean like, come on.. She didn't do it for the sake of pride, fame, and respect? Hahahahah, BIG JOKE, I DON'T BELIEVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she still can't feel any guilt for blaming me for telling people about those stuffs (which are apparently true and I am not fucking lying) &amp; at the same time you blame someone for telling people the truth because it will tarnish your reputation and whatsoever shit, you are extremely psychotic &amp;amp; indeed unbelivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I don't care anyway. Whether this rumour according to YOU gets spreaded not its none of my business because I know, they know, and the mighty god knows whats the truth anyway. So what? If your reputation gets tarnished when the truth is exposed and you blame the other person for telling the truth? I really don't get it man. And to clarify again, I didn't ask anyone to tell anyone superior about it. They chose to do the right thing, and you blame them? You're just like another idiot who says school sucks when you get caught for breaking a school rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I think you yourself don't even live up to the principles which you've been chanting about. To make it short, I still love you, but I think you suck more than anything else on this Earth now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm enjoying my life realistically &amp; she thinks she can ruin it whenever she tries to throw temper or whatsoever shit? She's the one who's feeling the emptiness of a broken and unholy anyway, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you tell anyone something you are not supposed to tell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what does that say? You mean you know its true, but its just that I'm not supposed to tell for YOUR sake? Selfish. Now are you the one who has faith in god? You don't even believe he can help you to accept the fate and let him help you. Wth. Where's your faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, by not talking to me and denying everything, I can see you have lost your faith in my predilection &amp; sometimes I wonder why I'm still having this faith to make you change one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say start your right values in the family itself, for the past months, have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've not been talking for so long for the first time, and you think it doesnt hurt at all? If you think its nothing, I wonder what God has instilled into your moral values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace, forgiveness? Do you even possess these incredible values? You once said its not good to have much of grace. But without grace, you think you can live so far isit? You think you're always right, but you have never pointed out any of your mistakes before. Do you think you are that perfect? Do you think living like a two-faced vhoiehfroibsfbworb is the way of being honest? If you can speak like an ant, so gentle to them, then why are you like a monster whenever you step into this shelter? I don't deny at times I love you more than anyone else, but at times when you're mad you're like nothing but a tiger. And when you don't realise, you think it has nothing got to do with you at all. Isit fair to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the person who got into trouble is now holding on to his faith. I can't believe he said he didn't mind losing 10 friends just to see a better side of you here with me. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum this thing up, you should just ask yourself whether you've denied it because its fake or just because I nearly ruined you because of this hidden truth? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If until here you still think you can get affected by the phrase 'you suck', then I guess it's my time to be speechless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of an sympathy-receiver or rightful-defences of selfishness? Go and think about it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your broken confessions/The greed/What a great love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU DON'T GET ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114900223000669472?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114900223000669472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114900223000669472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114900223000669472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114900223000669472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuck.html' title='fuck'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114882983357494299</id><published>2006-05-28T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:23:53.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy bday ying</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YIN-YING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114882983357494299?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114882983357494299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114882983357494299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114882983357494299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114882983357494299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-bday-ying.html' title='happy bday ying'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114882744581431195</id><published>2006-05-28T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:56:12.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many things</title><content type='html'>Woah. Finally I've got the time to blog after so much things to settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had class (not actually) cip at fengshan yesterday, in the fengshan pap sports day. The kids were so adorable. esp that handsome from 126 (my kindergarten 10 years ago) who rejected my mineral water for him..&lt;br /&gt;Had something at Bedok Mac after that.&lt;br /&gt;Went Tamp after lunch to shop alone for someone's birthday present. Was bored. Asked Pam out just for a casual chat. Asked May too.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up in Suntec. Walked around till 10 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great day. Felt so myself when I'm with them because I need not worry about having the need to make people happy, therefore hiding my true (unappreciated) self with nothing but a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went studying/walkedaround/jobhunting with May &amp;amp; Pam today. Pam scared the hell out of me as I thought she vanished into thin air at the bus stop. Down with flu. Chilled at Siglap Gelare after Parkway. Bitched about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;We are fat. Oh maybe not them, but me.&lt;br /&gt;Still down with flu, had a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O's tmr, can you believe it? Mmmm. I can do it and I know it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Alvan's leaving for Aussie soon. Good thing, or bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean's Twelve is the most boring movie I've watched in my entire life. Its a real disappointment. Ocean's Eleven was a million times more action packed pls.&lt;br /&gt;Yet my mom was consoling herself telling me that it's hilarious afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Zeta-Jones is amazing. Gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, thanks to all for wishing me all the best for my O's, esp xiaomin my pri 4 bestfriend :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114882744581431195?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114882744581431195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114882744581431195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114882744581431195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114882744581431195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-many-things.html' title='so many things'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114866004489657743</id><published>2006-05-26T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:14:05.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they are back from pahang!</title><content type='html'>Actually, I didn't know lek is such an emoboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I didn't know I'd feel nothing when that has been happening for 9 months. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 9 long months. It's been a secret I've been keeping. I'm feeling so numb watching you, while watching myself such that I don't feel like it's a secret anyway. Its nothing more than just observations to draw my own conlcusions (well certainly not accusations but just a point of view). I mean like, isn't life all about how we feel while how other people feel at the same time? Sp well. So through all these while, I've told Su this so-deep-that-it-didnt-even-bleed or probably-i-dont-even-give-a-fuck-in-the-same-place thing. Well, given a choice. Its the second one. Because I don't think my feelings for you are that deep. I mean like, can you belive it? COME ON, ZERO IMPACT. I could even feel more hurt when people call me gullible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, do I look like I care? I just pray I don't often call your name out by mistake. It's absolutely unbearable and it makes me feel like I'd want to erase history, even it was just a minute ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the sec3s are back. Steffi appeared like Siti (she got sooooo dark like mad) Zuhdi tapped me from the back and I was in total ashtonishment. OMG, HE IS BACK!! Ahhhhhh. And well, I went crazy of course when the next moment the heartless sinlek appeared beside Zuhdi. AND THE NEXT MOMENT, I SAW JINJIN!! And we got like some drama bollywood-at-the-beach thing and we hugged. LOL. So drama siaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, it was still kinda amazing and adorable but sylvester's disappearing. Maybe because of the uncomfty one week of absence. The kind of feeling doesn't exist anymore. Well, its something that you guys won't understand. Yadadadadadadada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 4I's camp's on the way soooooon! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, gym is the new love. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I can't wait to watch Ocean's Twelve! (rightttttt O's is on monday -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my mom just learnt how to make puffs. So the house has got many curry puffs now, and I'm somewhat forced to finish it but obviously I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Centrepoint. Kinda fun. I went crazy because of Su and Ais. They are extremely amusing &amp; I love them to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm off to chat, wash my face and all. BYEEEEEEEE! :D:D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114866004489657743?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114866004489657743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114866004489657743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114866004489657743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114866004489657743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/they-are-back-from-pahang.html' title='they are back from pahang!'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114848591272993698</id><published>2006-05-24T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:51:52.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO RANDOM</title><content type='html'>So many things I feel like buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, where's the money? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nevermind. I think the patent &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; classic birkies are hot pls. Papillio rocks too. Naz has a pair, and it's extremely fresh-looking! (: Sometimes, I think Papillio birkies look nicer than classic birkies. Mmmmmmm. &amp; I wonder why of ALL colors, they just don't have the GREEN one which was on Dolly Mag! You know. Just a decent shade of green. It's pretty hot you know, but I don't seem to find it anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok done with Birkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I feel like gettin' a pair of &lt;strong&gt;599/593/Eve&lt;/strong&gt;. Mmmmmmm. Still looking into consideration. I don't mind purchasing 2nd hand of that though as long as the condition is good. &amp; I know LJ &amp;amp; Ebay rocks at that. Just hope my mom allows me to purchase it online because its much much much more cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first time I've ever slept on a bus, in the morning. Oh my dear, you could imagine how tired I was ok? In fact, I'm still tired. *&lt;em&gt;Yawns&lt;/em&gt;*. &lt;strong&gt;Chinese Intensive Training is sick. SICK. TOTALLY PSYCHOTIC.&lt;/strong&gt; Do you know how much it takes to sit down at the same old place/environment for 5 days and do papers from 5 different schools non-stop?! &amp; being the hardworking me, I can't bear to see myself not finishing my work so well, I just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do &amp;amp; do &amp; do &amp;amp; do &amp; do &amp;amp; do &amp; do &amp;amp; do &amp; do&lt;/span&gt; until I feel like going for a toilet break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my character is super anti climax?! When I am enthu early in the morning, you will see me talking more than doing my work. When I am sleepy like today, I can finish paper 1 and paper 2 even before recess starts. So well. Today was sort of like an extreme break-through. I finished both my papers before 10.45 &amp; managed to get plenty of rest/sleep right after recess all the way till school ends. Lol. How cool is that. Then I'll wish that they would give out paper 2 with paper 1 because sometimes my mugging-rate can be faster than just anything else. Haha. ROCKS OK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh. I hope that TLC can give out both papers at the same time or it'll just be a waste of time for me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is such a surprise that Bedok South's comprehension is much much more harder than TKGS and TK's paper you know? TK and TKG requires you to write like there's no tomorrow, but the answers are all found in the passage can direct-lifting can even work out. Butbut, BDS's paper is different :/ The passages are small and cute. BUT, the answer can be found nowhere. Even if it can be found, you won't know where the hell is the answer. I was kinda appalled by that &amp; I think I've flunked the comprehension badly. Tsktsk. But according to Tan Lee Cheng, she said that &lt;strong&gt;the answer scripts for BDS's papers kinda suck &amp;amp; it's not good enough&lt;/strong&gt;. So oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I don't know why I'm blogging again and again. yeah. Maybe I just miss &lt;em&gt;certain people&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know this few days my msn nick is like so supersupersuper full-of-rubbish because I don't really have the motivation to twist any of my words and make it sound like I'm an all-time mysterious girl. LOL. Aiyah, jinjin's not in Singapore anyway.. Noone would be there/bother to ask me this and that about my nick. Lol. I love cheating people with my nick because people will always think that it's some emo/unguessable/unbelievable/hidden-meaning/funny-yet-you-can't-laugh/wtf/huh-i-dont-get-it nick but actually 99% of them are totally irrelevant and not related to my life. LOL. Changing msn nick is very fun you know. I still remember there was once I kept thinking about different different nicks to flash-it-out in the future while I was at the beach with May, Joan, Mel &amp; Vans. Hahahhaha. So fun can. But too bad, all of them are used up :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have this extreme &amp;  sudden urge to talk to lek &amp; I don't know why because it was Zud yesterday. Hahahahhaha. Ok whatever people won't see this anyway. In case he's gonna say girls are too affectionate&lt;strong&gt;/&lt;/strong&gt;he is dumb&lt;strong&gt;/&lt;/strong&gt;boys are shy&lt;strong&gt;/&lt;/strong&gt;boys dont feel any single shit, I better shut my mouth up. Bwahahahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my code is out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 11 7 22 1 16 7 18 17&lt;br /&gt;17 22 26 3 25 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: 2 words. LOL. Ok whatever-whatever. It's already considered something super irrelevant because I already don't see myself feel the whatever-feeling anymore, since today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English exam is a major turn-off man. Ever since sec1, I've been getting a wide range of grades ranging from D7 - A1. You will never see me failing all the time, neither me getting As all the time. So well. English is unpredictable. I don't like English written papers. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love talking to &lt;strong&gt;Su&lt;/strong&gt; on msn, SOOOO MUCH. Because she's super fun and she doesnt reply one-word one-word. Its just like Danial. Danial will never fail to talk more than you've expected. Hahahha. They are interesting people you know. Maybe it's not just one-sided. I mean like.. people need to be close to talk alot. &amp; when they are not that close, they don't talk that much. However, I think jinjin and I toally skipped the not-close stage because talkative people click and we've been talking so much ever since quite &lt;s&gt;longlong&lt;/s&gt; nongnong ago when I was just a sec2 sports capt, her beloved senior who took her class. ;D Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just remembered for Faiz, it was the opposite case. Although we were in the same clan for I don't know howwwww-long, we only exchanged our 10th line of words during july last year when something happened. Ever since that incident, we are super super super super close &amp; we talk so much till su often wonders why the both of us can click so much although I'm not a weirdo like danial or hisyam or we have never spoken to each other before. Kuku indeed. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. The latest highlight of the week will be that I'm confirmed going for a surgery to extract my 2nd molar tooth from the booth sides of the lower teeth. (Not wisdom tooth). Well the teeth is impacted just like a wisdom tooth(3rd molar tooth). But it's just the 2nd molar tooth so well.. gonna extract it but I'm still not sure when will it be.  &amp; according to the dentist, after the surgery, I wont be able to talk for a few weeks. &lt;strong&gt;SYLVIA = DON'T TALK. ARE YOU MAD&lt;/strong&gt;? -_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whats more, I'm chubby enough &amp; my cheeks still need to be swollened &amp;amp; puffed. AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;strong&gt;I'm on for SHOOTING COMP next thursday&lt;/strong&gt;! :D:D WOOO. FINALLY. FINALLY!!!!!! SO EXCITED CAN? SOOOOOO EXCITED CAN?!?!?!?!? :D:D:D:  WHEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! SHOOTING COMP!!!!!!! MY LAST DAY IN NP UNIFORM. vbuwburuifivirv SHOOTING COMP OMG SHOOTING COMP! Wait so long already can? Last yr i didnt manage to make it cos my grandpa fell down. &amp; now.. thanks to the fact that the sec3 girl are cmi plus there are only 2 of them, we get the chance again!! :D:D:D:D:D:D YAY YAY YAY YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw girls, when are we tanning?!?!? I NEED THE TANNLINES BACK! It's fading dearests :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmm, I bet Ikhwan's having his solo drop now. Lol. TOMORROW IS THEIR REUNION DINNER. SO FAST RIGHT? yayyyy. Comin' back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand, O LEVELS IS COMING. A1 FOR CHINESE A1 FOR CHINESE A1 FOR CHINESE A1 FOR CHINESE A1 FOR CHINESE A1 FOR CHINESE A1 FOR CHINESE A1 FOR CHINESE A1 FOR CHINESE A1 FOR CHINESE A1 FOR CHINESE A1 FOR CHINESE A1 FOR CHINESEA1 FOR CHINESE A1 FOR CHINESE ok nvm I must put my words into actions :) &amp; mama says I must get A because she's unwilling to spend another $50 for nov's chinese paper.. MHMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ths is random but, &lt;strong&gt;NEW CREATION CHURCH ROCKS&lt;/strong&gt; :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've solved the faiz code. Actually I knew the answer nong nong ago. It's just that I just didn't get his clues and how to go about reaching the stage where the answer is right in front of me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;strong&gt;milo-DINOSAUR is DELICIOUS&lt;/strong&gt; :) Been drinking it for days ever since mama bought milo powder. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok I can't blog anymore, need to get some sleep because I can't afford to wake up late tomorrow in case I miss 14b and because I need to rush to 7-11 to buy some sweets to perk me up for chinese. SO FAST. TOMORROW IS THURSDAY ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok whatever it is, I gotta go sleep now, NIGHTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114848591272993698?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114848591272993698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114848591272993698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114848591272993698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114848591272993698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-random.html' title='SO RANDOM'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114847356972653824</id><published>2006-05-24T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:34:18.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bestest guyfriends</title><content type='html'>Presenting to you my bestest soulmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danilo, Hisyamaro &amp; Abdullah as House Captains during x-country 06 (My last last project!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/f035ceef.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/f035ceef.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darr, Ais, Su, Fawwaz (The full-of-gossip/ethusiastic senior), Danilo, Matttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/!smashed%20096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/%21smashed%20096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faiz is high. Danial's admring him. Mat's gettin' freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/f01ffd02.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/f01ffd02.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pillow Fight 2005 @ Aisya's place - Team Rough Boys (See aisya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/f1ccbdfd.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/f1ccbdfd.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? That was the night I nearly got killed by Hisyam because he is so fucking rough that he nearly broke my neck. Hisyam is scary. He goes around pushing you onto the ground and he'll keep hitting you with the pillow like there's no tomorrow. &amp;amp; I kena it that time -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, thanks to the very blur mat. He attacked me like nobody's business because he forgot I was his teammate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear Faiz Abdullah Bin Ismail is driving me shift-slide-UPSIDEDOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn [The Faiz Code]. I shall come up with one code about something *mysterious* tomorrow to drive all of you crazy. Fcboehbitrwieobgfbjdsgfbjkbjd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my code is gonna be called [The Syl Code] of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so russ is in team temasek! CHEYY. For a moment I thought he's going for some swimming competition or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; well, Hisyam, Danial and Faiz are hiding something 'secretive' from me. It's so irritating please! hahahha. Why isit a 'secret'? Well, its because its not a SECRET. It's just something normal and mysterious (an object) which they wanted me to think that its secretive but afterall its NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; ok, I was pissed for a moment just now, after school. But its ok, at least me, danial and hisyam got extra-whoooopy-yayy-yayyy dental treat from the school dentists! They're so nice &amp;amp; now we have polished set of teeth! *shingshingshengshiongshingdingding*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Hisyam was being such a bimbo just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisyam: hey nurse.. how come everytime my teeth gets yellow from white whenever I brush it?&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: WHAT? You serious?&lt;br /&gt;Hisyam: I am serious. Everytime when I wake up I find my teeth so super white. &amp; when I brush it, it turns yellow. Isit normal?&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: I swear I don't know what you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Danial was being another action kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: Eh danial! why you forever changing numbers one?? Go and write your new number!&lt;br /&gt;Danial: Cos I bought a new phone. Heh heh ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: Wah. action ah. New model isit? Must be those stylo milo one..&lt;br /&gt;Danial: *TOOK HIS PHONE OUT OF HIS POCKET WHILE HAVING TREATMENT AND ACTION TO THE NURSE* Of course! Stylo milo you know ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;*Hisyam and I were laughing away*&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: How much?&lt;br /&gt;Danial: $150 only lah..&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: So cheap? Not bad ah!&lt;br /&gt;Danial: Of course.. my phone you know..&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: Wahhhh. STYLO MILO AH. MY PHONE OLD FASHION ONE YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;Danial: That's of course, you once told me about it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: You smoke right! Don't bluff.&lt;br /&gt;Faiz: Quit already!&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: Don't lie. I can see it from your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Faiz: Reallllyyyy. AHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of everything. Hisyam and I were like. Omg. Danial is so actionmerepek. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Faiz being the TYPICAL Faiz. He went to reject the nurse's offer and denied all the treatments. Bet he was SCARED. Hahahahahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; well, I just discovered that Hisyam and Danial wanted to join chess club so badly pls. And they know how to play chinese chess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my personality is becoming so super duper crazy nowadays after hanging out too much with the quackers. They do insane things and propaganda me to do it with them. They talk rubbish and expect me to not understand but actually I do. They love to indulge in those 'boyish talks' which are all meant to irritate me. They love to pretend as if they've got a secret. They love to join forces to cheat my feelings all the time. They call me sylvinho whenever I irritate them back. They love to hint me to blanjah them food. They love to emo&amp;emo&amp;amp;MOREEMO when I am not emo and they love to laugh&amp;laugh&amp;amp;MORELAUGHTER whenever I merajuk. My ultimate boy-friends, people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114847356972653824?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114847356972653824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114847356972653824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114847356972653824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114847356972653824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-bestest-guyfriends.html' title='my bestest guyfriends'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114839625195639892</id><published>2006-05-23T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:06:55.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pahang memories &amp; hot sale</title><content type='html'>CHECK THIS OUT COME ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lasenza.com/eng/categorysearch/redirect.cfm?sectionID=b2c/presentationLayer/baseTemplates/productSearch/productSearchResults.cfm&amp;var=d&amp;amp;amp;itemCategoryLevel1=108&amp;itemCategoryLevel2=145&amp;amp;rowsPerPage=12&amp;startRow=1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;HOT PLS. SEE THE SALE. AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this Zara clutch &amp;amp; 599 (rare color) online and I so want them pls. So sickening la. I still have to save for great sing sale. &amp; after the great sing sale it'll be time for us to pull up our socks and work. And then and then we'll (me mish &amp;amp; vans) will go on a supre-spree together so we'll save on the shipping fee &amp; whatever we can. Damn. Do you guys still remember our plans which was made late last year? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Topshop's Mid-Seasonal sale is on. Started on Friday yeah. 30% discount where 80% of the clothes are ugly. LOL. I don't know actually. The one at marina sucked. But I bet wisma's doing fine. &amp;amp; I still want the top please! So crazy over it. Also, isetan's clearing their stock for Mid years. &amp; Perlini's Silver just started their sale yeah. I guess it'll be ending even before June starts. Err, on top of that. Espirit have already started on their tees and Redearth (espirit) is currently having a promotion where buy if you buy a lip stick ($20+?), you can get a lipliner ($18) or lipgloss ($18) free. Quite a good deal yeah? So if you want all the nice shades, HURRY NOW! Or you'll end up like me 2 years ago, left with some ULU colors. Btw I'm not buying anymore lippies till I finish my Redearth lip glaze (20%) left, whats more.. I just bought a bright red revlon lipstick from a clearing-stock sale recently. So, yeps. I bought biotherm's acnopure exfolioting lotion (small) too. And it freaking works ok. Now my pimples are like, woah, stairways to heaven! :D:D Another thing, if you feel like shopping at Mango now, please don't. You'll regret because last season and this season's clothes is not very pleasing to my eyes. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it kinda sucks when the jingle-dong BRIGHT PINK curtains hanging behind Zud's sister's room's windows caught my attention everytime whenever I walk past his block (which is like every now and then haha) cos his apartment is extremely striking. It's so saddening pls. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the pahang people must be happily having solo drop now! I hope Sin Lek cries. BWAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember last year pls. Me and pam were like seperated on this BIG and wide road (around 2metres in width but the length is never ending) and we were bitching about our pasts and confessing about the people we admired and on. And I still remembered all the unglam stuff happened during the camp! The farting wars and all. OHMYGOD. But whatever it is, regardless how powerful pam and I can be, noone can ever ever ever defeat ang hiang ling. Lol. She's the POWER MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, so miss the times when me and joan played the tissue-pingpong on our beds, when yinying and I went to explore each others' skincare items, when pam and I went suntanning while the rest are still tortured by the river, when esther, vic, pam, jenna &amp;amp; I kept argueing about who should absell down first, when we bitched about the flying fox cos it was so not-thrilling was just as if we were on a slow &amp; windy ride down a gentle line of slope, when me and shiwen sat down to wash our shoes before we set off to the cave, when vic was the ever-most-gentle girl for whatever we were doing, when we kept the chips more away from hiangling, when esther had this big box of bubble gums, when charlene was like the camera-queen, when the second water rafting group mocked us because we had to spend our last day in the cave after enjoying in the air-con hostel for 2days while they finally get a chance to clean up all they want with the water-heater &amp;amp; facilities after getting tortured at the cave for two days, when that stupid fat lizard who couldnt even move because it was so fat as it just had to stick out its tongue 24/7 ever since it was born(the place alot of bugs and mosquitoes what) which stuck itself on the wall freaked the hell out of us (around 20cm, HOUSE LIZARD), when we destroyed whatever we could just for XXXXXXXX High School, when the reunion dinner was so saddening, when me and kang's head knocked into each other while we were sleeping in the train (he was a seat away and our heads just fell towards the middle and pianggggg), when yinying complained that she needed chocolates for her birthday (the day when we arrived), when everything was so super fun pls! OH MAN, AWWWWWWWW. :) I really miss those memories lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most imptly, THIS SATURDAY, will be the day that most of the quackers got to know darr because Gh brought him along for our reunion lunch when we reached singapore. &amp; it was so stupid because he confessed that he's actually a sports capt elect and noone knew what the hell was happening. and then and then, we had the plannings for farewell and all and all. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO this sat, will be our one-yr anniversary with darren sie jian heng. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, and i still remember su sort of fell in love with darr because he blanjah-ed her chicken wings from Ikea &amp;amp; made him the gentlemen of the year. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think darr deserves some great-contribution award. His initiative, to me, is more than words. i don't know how to explain, but thats how I have seen things for the past one year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAMANG GIBBON! STILL REMEMBER OK? :D:D &amp;amp; we were the.. CELTICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Suhaila Binte Salleh I still wanna apologise for yesterday morning because I don't mean it you know you know. VNEIOOIBOBJFBJBS I LOVE YOU :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114839625195639892?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114839625195639892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114839625195639892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114839625195639892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114839625195639892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/pahang-memories-hot-sale.html' title='pahang memories &amp; hot sale'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114831556709694398</id><published>2006-05-22T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:32:47.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday hisyam</title><content type='html'>The most stupid and unbelivable thing i've done in my entire life, is to block my ex-boyfriend (tongann) on msn for TWO WHOLE YEARS forgetting that I've ever blocked him -_-. I was extremely young and innocent and there were obviously reasons for my stupidity but nevermind. I haven't got a chance to say sorry since Nov last yr (yes that LONG, sec one dec -_-) &amp; I still feel that I'm like some moron whenever he says hi to me in school. But most of the time, I just laugh about it because even he can laugh about it. Well. The rest is history. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it, TWO YEARS? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. It's just the first day, and I swear this five days will seem as if its forever. C'mon, it's only been a day with me missing two buses and I already feel like Zuhdi is gone forever. I don't know. For once I thought this MP3 is a straight nothing compared to him. Lol. Although I still can't figure out why I felt nothing when I went school with Qiujin and Zul instead during the time when we fought, the truth remains that he still takes up a big part of my life. This morning was so freaking sad can? i didn't even get to like see him before he left or what. I just screamed and shouted his name when he came down from the hall. He turned around and was looking for the source of the voice. But unfortunately, I thought it was better to just leave him in the suspense of that mysterious voice calling out for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL SO DRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I don't miss Sinlek at all. (&lt;s&gt;As if..&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I miss Jinjin alot. And I can imagine how much fun is she having at survivor group now =) Can't wait for her to come back! Then we can go and have ben&amp;jerrys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry su.. I didn't mean to take up your time to talk to Ikhwan :( I was just kinda upset about something. I know you're upset &amp; I feel kinda guilty too.. It was unintentional. I just wanted to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the hedge was alright. Quite funny but a lil' dry. I think Da Vinci is better. I mean, its so cliche that whoever who reads the book would obviously think that the movie is nothing. but if you don't read, it'll be difficult to understand the movie's content you see. So to enjoy the movie, why not everyone just learn to appreciate how much effort was put into making the film?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Dan Brown proclaimed that all those are facts after his book sold millions of copies &amp; I think its so wrong, the story line is still great afterall. TO ME ITS JUST FICTION. The story-line was amazing and fascinating overall. Also, Audrey Tautou is DAMN pretty. She has a pair of VERY kissable lips. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jesus rocks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; faith is more powerful than anything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Danial is such a loser. He attempted to destroy me with his msn nick just now. SBUIVUIEFBUISVFHVHFVHSJF OK KIDDING. But he still tried to DESTROY ME! Ok whatever Dans. You better don't do anything harsh or I'll slash you into half with the laser sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok before I end my post, I'd like to tell everyone that I really miss the pahang camp alot. As in, OUR BATCH :D:D The best ever ever ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY HISYAM!! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114831556709694398?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114831556709694398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114831556709694398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114831556709694398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114831556709694398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-hisyam.html' title='happy birthday hisyam'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114815121981172961</id><published>2006-05-21T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T02:53:40.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss so many people</title><content type='html'>After days, I'm finally back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended Angel's party today. Didn't feel outcasted though I was one of the only two non-4N members there. 4N is great but however, there are exceptions for some cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Angel, you rock, thanks so much =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is an Idiot prize award, I'll give it to Yu Xiang. He's the most amusing cum idiotic cum irritating guy I've ever seen in my entire life. His actions are extremely bimbotic and hilarious. He kept singing the stupid Da Chang Jin song for godness's sake and he thinks I'm from China. Wtf. He's very entertaining, but I still think Yu xiang is an idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a 1st runner up for an Idiot prize award, I'll give it to Jonathan Gan Yong Jie. He thinks I'm slow just because I believed that they are going woodlands after angel's party. He kept suaning me for the lamest reason yet his behavior is extremely eccentric. After 2 years of chinese classmates, he asked me how did I know his name. Like hello? &amp; I inferred that he claimed that I was brainless just because I didn't know he was standing at his 'strategic position' which was my group instead of his clan (Wei Choy &amp;amp; Co) when we were playing pictionary. He too thinks that people from China deserved to be called just 'China' itself &amp; he laughs at me when he thinks I'm slow but actually I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a 2nd runner up for an Idiot prize award, Pam will get the prize. Her actions were so big and bimbotic and caused some 'accidents' which cannot be revealed. You kuku pamela eeeeee. But its ok, at least she's a nice friend. UNLIKE YU XIANG, SO BABARIC. UNLIKE JONATHAN, SO IRRITATING BECAUSE HE HAS GOT THE INNOCENT FACE WHICH DOESN'T SHOW HIS TRUE STYLE AT ALL. Fnoienorihwoiehriohewoirhwoihreoiwhoir. &amp; I ended up being the no life one just because I cannot understand their whatever 'dota language'. Oh my god, what is the world coming to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss Zuhdi alot. &amp; I don't get to see him on Friday afternoon because for the next five days, I'm gonna go school alone in the morning without having a guy who would listen to all my complains and troubles. :( I hope you'll see this tomorrow. And I know you will miss me too right yes I know I know and don't disagree no more. But in case you don't miss me. ( PLUSPLUSPLUS the june holidays where I have to go school every single day for the first three weeks (I AM SERIOUS ALL THE SEC4S ARE DOWN WITH THIS SHIT) alone. How sad can life be :[ At least normal saturdays where both of us have lessons you'd eat mac with me. Ok that is so sad ok. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna miss steffi. I mean, not because of Pahang. Maybe I crapped too much with her during those duties, advanced parties and the camp that I suddenly feel so drifted from those days. Haha. She's an exception cos she doesn't spend as much time with me as those rubbish-talkers do. Whatever it is, miss kangkang and leelee! (or maybe tng tng or ann ann sounds nicer?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan JinJin is more than words. It's more than just an online-madness-everyday thing you know. She's like a sister. A sister who would listen to all my very super no-link stuff and laugh about it, listen to me complain about boys like xxx xxx xxx and talk to me about anything under the sun possible for us to talk. I love her. And I think days without her talking to me is weird. I don't know. I haven't get to experience so far. I might feel the emptiness. And I'll miss her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is the part where I should make Sin Lek jealous*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Sinlek, this is my msn nick.&lt;br /&gt;"This is so saddening. My favourite junior rejected me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really lah, come we go seperate ways and emo first. But whatever it is. Your excuse about missing me if it is a month was lousy please. It would backfire itself once you're in the train cos after all the self-denials for me (HAHA) and all the rejected psychoing (to convince you that you will sure miss me), the fact is that right after pahang, you would go on a 1 month june holiday. pahang + june = more than one month. So, its not too late to change your statement you know. I suggest to make it succeed &amp; convince me you won't miss me, just change it to 2 months please. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. I just realised I can already feel how much I will miss all of them after graduation. I will miss the morning madness/sleepy sessions, gundu/thetall&amp;theshort times and the hi-bye-eye-contacting bitching sessions with jinjin. Not only that, I will miss my daily casual chat with Ikhwan whenever and wherever I see him where we'll just find something relevant to bitch about even if its for a minute. I will miss the daily 'HELLO ARMANI!' to Aqeel (With his thank you thank you wave back), 'HELLO DEHYDERATED :D' to hyde (and where he'll smile like some blur guy back), stepping away from leeann &amp; stef knowing in mind that they will have something psychotic to do to me regardless whether we're confined in some places (where they will probably punch your breasts and laugh for the most psychotic reasons &amp; me having my x-shaped arms protecting my chest whenever I see the both of them) or its an open space &amp;amp; looking at the the dimpled-one who's just no one but a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two kinds of dimples. One is those which are very nice. And one is those which are super nice &amp; the people will look very adorable if they smile. That mysetrious dimpled one fortunately yet unfortunately has the most adorable to-die-for-dimples in the entire school and I'm jealous/envious because I do not have any obvious dimples. (Just like how I figure out about the reason why Su can attract so many scandals LOL) Well, to make it short, you could say I'm very attracted to his smile because of the to die for pair of dimples.. Thats the point why I'll miss looking at him because his dimples are pasted on his face -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyder has DEEP dimples, and that rock ok! GO HYDE! Ok so extremely irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for xxx xxx xxx. Whatever it is, I can't bear to say it but you are still stupid. Starfish what. I'm a &lt;a href="mailto:st8rfish_freaks@hotmail.com"&gt;st8rfish_freaks@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &amp; you're another starfish who has a wooden plank on your head yet eating burgers on the bed staring at me. Or maybe i'll still stick to the choices. It is either you are insensitive, I am too affectionate, you are shy, or you are dumb. (: Ok I will repeat for the last time. &lt;s&gt;I will miss Ang Sin Lek&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. And now I'm missing wiwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been a day and I'm missing Quackers. Ahhhh. My sayangs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm uncontrollably tired &amp; its 2.46am now. GOODNIGHTS! (At least I say goodnight before I go ok whatever it's some inside jokes whateverwhateverwhatever LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I PASSED 5 SUBS OUT OF 7. SCREW COMBINED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: JXX, I'M STILL AMAZED BY YOUR PERFORMANCE. :D:D MORE THAN HOW MUCH YOU EAT A DAT PLS. Pardon me for all the errors in this post, I won't have time to edit it or whatever. Humans make mistakes afterall, unless if you are a freak. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114815121981172961?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114815121981172961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114815121981172961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114815121981172961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114815121981172961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/miss-so-many-people.html' title='miss so many people'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114796971831549504</id><published>2006-05-19T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T00:28:40.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my own pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC001030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC001030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think without this clock, the photograph would look incomplete?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, smile somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00096.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00096.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom took it for me before I went out just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was obviously a self-shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err it doesnt look nice here but it looks freaking cool as my display pic. Lol. Ok the important thing is, Sinlek says this is NICE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK SO DRAMA. HAHA. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114796971831549504?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114796971831549504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114796971831549504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114796971831549504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114796971831549504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-own-pictures.html' title='my own pictures'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114796519343322138</id><published>2006-05-18T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:13:13.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slogan</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is cool shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I've got pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't Do It In Real Life? Do It On &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Ng Wan Cui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Abdul Nawawi Hadri&lt;/strong&gt; Mild Green Liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benny Heng&lt;/strong&gt; Lickin' Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake the Bottle, Wake the &lt;strong&gt;Welsonn Goh Wei Long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Bubble's Passed Its &lt;strong&gt;Rachel Han Jia Xin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come See the Softer Side of &lt;strong&gt;Suhaila Salleh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash &lt;strong&gt;Aisya Hisham&lt;/strong&gt; All Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the &lt;strong&gt;Nurhisyam Bin Nurhalim&lt;/strong&gt; Begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because So Much Is Riding On Your &lt;strong&gt;Hidayah Yusof&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach for the &lt;strong&gt;Vanessa Tang Yan Ling&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Sucks Like A &lt;strong&gt;Ho Yin Lou Shenna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;Nazurah Atiqah&lt;/strong&gt; A Day Helps You Work, Rest and Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Nur &lt;strong&gt;Hidayah Bte Jais&lt;/strong&gt; Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Always Low &lt;strong&gt;Faiz Abdullah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Can't Beat &lt;strong&gt;Tan Yan Rong Maybellyn&lt;/strong&gt;, Join Tan Yan Rong Maybellyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Slightly Rippled with a Flat &lt;strong&gt;Tan Qiu Jin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poppin' Fresh &lt;strong&gt;Lim Hui Wen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Incredible, Edible &lt;strong&gt;Joan Ng Rui Qi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Forgotten How Good &lt;strong&gt;Lai Yin-Ying&lt;/strong&gt; Tastes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do The &lt;strong&gt;Muhammad Noor Danial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll Wonder Where the Yellow Went, When You Brush Your Teeth with &lt;strong&gt;Zachary Khoo Chuan Zheng.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soh Wei Jie&lt;/strong&gt;, the Other White Meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Your Fingers Do the Walking Through the&lt;strong&gt; Victoria Liew Chun Mei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And All Because The Lady Loves &lt;strong&gt;Mahathir Bin Abdul Rahim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's That &lt;strong&gt;Nafisah Bte Anwar&lt;/strong&gt; Feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a &lt;strong&gt;Fredrick Leong Huan Xin&lt;/strong&gt; and Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama's got the Magic of &lt;strong&gt;Charlene Chia Li Yi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When It Absolutely, Positively Has To Be &lt;strong&gt;Tan Yuan Li&lt;/strong&gt; Overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America's Most Trusted &lt;strong&gt;Pamela Ee Pei Shan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin the Mountie Always Gets His &lt;strong&gt;Tang Jun Ji&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Say Brown, Say "&lt;strong&gt;Ng Kang Yu&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap! Crackle! &lt;strong&gt;John Tay Yong Cheng&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crunch All You Want. We'll Make &lt;strong&gt;Benny Teo Kok Xin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste the &lt;strong&gt;Tan Yong Wei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the Power of &lt;strong&gt;Loh Yew Fong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Goodness, My &lt;strong&gt;Koh Teng Han!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unzip an &lt;strong&gt;Ong Yu Ling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Rabit, &lt;strong&gt;Tan Jing Qing Steffi&lt;/strong&gt; is for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep That &lt;strong&gt;Cheryl Yeo Wei Li&lt;/strong&gt; Complexion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Secret &lt;strong&gt;Jacquelyn Wan Yee Ling&lt;/strong&gt; Drinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World's &lt;strong&gt;Cadence Wee Wei Lin&lt;/strong&gt; Marketplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Works Better Than a &lt;strong&gt;Marcus Yap Feng Hao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;Jacqueline-Ann Phua Hui Jing&lt;/strong&gt; Is Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Right &lt;strong&gt;Lim Shi Wen&lt;/strong&gt; at the Right Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khaleila Hisham&lt;/strong&gt; Born and Bred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can You Tell &lt;strong&gt;Hong Guo Hao&lt;/strong&gt; From Butter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Smooth-Running &lt;strong&gt;Darren Sie Jian Heng&lt;/strong&gt; is a Relaxing Experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Who Thinks L&lt;strong&gt;im Jun Ying Cornelius&lt;/strong&gt; Drinks Lim Jun Ying Cornelius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made To Make Your &lt;strong&gt;Ikhwan Risydah Nasuha Water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to the Last &lt;strong&gt;Aqeel Bin Akbar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh, &lt;strong&gt;Ang Sin Lek&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Probably the best Sylvia Ho Jia En in the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm so sad, the sec3s are leaving already. Actually sec3 only refers to Qiujin and Sinlek. Boohoo. My online playmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to town today. Bought a top from topshop &amp; 2 pairs of earrings. We were trying out the clothes like mad people ok. Ying bought a set of bikini from topshop (kuku rich girl!) &amp;amp; Vans bought the bikini top from topshop &amp; a blazer from far east. Its been such a long time since the three of us went out. We bitched like never-as-usual, and vans and I ate like as if there's no tomorrow. Saw wen, amanda &amp;amp; venice. Not only that, I saw Moenawir (My VS friend who was my pri 1&amp;2&amp;amp;3&amp;4 soulmate and someone's scandal for that four years LOL) too. Most imptly, Vans and I met MDM GOH!! OMG :D:D:D:D:D ITS SO NICE TO SEE HER AFTER SO MANY MONTHS! Miss her as our maths teacher man :( She's so skinny now pls. &amp; she's posted to Chai Chee. What a waste that she couldn't come back over. Ah actually she can its just that she didn't appeal. Oh so sad :( I really miss her alot you know. And I still remember the days where us, the 4 queens always bitch with her in the class and outside school. She's just like the female version of Mr Hot. Not only that, she goes shopping all the time ok. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. That's about it. Let me go get some sleep before meeting the horror of elect geog &amp; english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I think it's no-big-deal. Only 10 people passed Elect Geog. I have the common sense to know that I'm just one of the single digit scorer after knowing that Jian Zhi got only 7.5/50. Come on, its Jian Zhi you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, The Bone Collector was nice yesterday. I enjoyed the 2 hours watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thats about it, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114796519343322138?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114796519343322138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114796519343322138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114796519343322138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114796519343322138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/slogan.html' title='slogan'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114789194989282552</id><published>2006-05-18T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T02:57:00.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spendspendspend</title><content type='html'>I have the sudden crave to work at play&amp;learn, earn money &amp;amp; visit KLCC once more to shop all I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's due to mugging and studying like-there's-no-tomorrow for quite sometime that's why I suddenly feel like spending money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about money, I haven't been spending much lately because I'm saving for w30. Even if I've been spending, it'll be all on food. Food, food, and more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-Food, Gelare, Haagen Daaz, Delifrance and such food are expensive (I mean to tell the truth, for just a pathetic student like me haha) you know? I'm just a normal school-kid whose pocket money is just like anyone elses'. I rarely get extra cash and all. Ok whatever. My point is that I spend alot of money on food. In the past, I used to be a chicken rice cum maggi mee junk who spends less than what I should spend a week. And at the end of the week, I'd be left with alot of money &amp; where I'd just spend it on lil' things, here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how long has it been ever since I last told ya I splurge on clothes and gifts? I know during December &amp;amp; November I've been spending on clothes, bags and shoes like nobody's business because my mom gave me an extra $100 for clothes. But look at me now. I think my mindset about spending money have shifted at least for a bit. What's more, I'm a sec 4 student now, I don't go out as often as I did last year, I don't dress up so often, so, do I look as if I care about buying more clothings for myself? Well, its too much of that, that I feel like spending all my money at once, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please stop me from doing so. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ONE THING YOU MAY ASK. "SYL, WHY DO YOU SPEND SO MUCH ON BRAS? I HEARD YOU'VE ALREADY BEEN TO THE EXTREME TRIUMPH SALE LAST YEAR AT TAMPINES &amp; I'VE BEEN/I'M STILL HEARING SO MUCH ABOUT YOU SHOPPING FOR BRAS EVERY SINGLE TIME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one question by Vans. She asks me all the time about me &amp;amp; the bras. Lol. The honour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just something very random. I think I regret not buying the one I bought for my mom for mama's day because I'm more and more in love with lacy bras. HAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Firstly, I am very attracted to nice bras. Secondly, a sale, for me, is an absolute cannot-be-missed because do you know bras are expensive? A sale is the best time to buy 1 year worth of bra? Ok? That is the point. And its only during a sale, I can get to buy bras of all colors of the rainbow without having to worry about the price. Anyway, my mom loves shopping for bra too. She'll be the one who's paying for all the bras. Ergo, why not? Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the match is starting. Henry looks extremely charming. Arsenal's in yellow. Yellow is one of my favourite colors too you know =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK START ALREADY BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARSENAL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114789194989282552?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114789194989282552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114789194989282552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114789194989282552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114789194989282552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/spendspendspend.html' title='spendspendspend'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114788191670893077</id><published>2006-05-17T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:05:16.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid yr horror</title><content type='html'>I could have gotten Bs for my Sciences. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Sin Lek. He abandoned me to watch The Bone Collector alone. So much for being my favourite junior. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mid-year, according to teachers, is the most horrible mid year in Temasek's entire history.&lt;br /&gt;You know in the entire level only 10 people passed elect geog? Out of 160, where 120 of them are from the smartest Bio classes. Only 1 person from 4E passed and 4 from 4S. C'mon, it's 4S you're talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; for sinlek's class the supposed smartest class, 0% passes for Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20% from 4U and 4N passed pure geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 people from 4V failed Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 people from my class got F9 for Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 people from my class failed English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the world now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARCELONA VS ARSENAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARSENAL WILL WIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114788191670893077?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114788191670893077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114788191670893077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114788191670893077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114788191670893077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/mid-yr-horror.html' title='mid yr horror'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114779371085105853</id><published>2006-05-16T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:35:10.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost forgot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;16TH&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY TO MY GIRLFRIEND MAYBELLYN TAN. MAY YOU STAY AS PRETTY, CRAZY &amp; LOUD. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;YOU AND I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU, ALWAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you like the Pierre Cardin Bra&amp;Undies set Pam &amp;amp; I gave! &amp; My idea and Marcus's money on the Durex &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; condom :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&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/7303256-114779371085105853?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114779371085105853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114779371085105853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114779371085105853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114779371085105853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-almost-forgot-happy-16th-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114779204020287491</id><published>2006-05-16T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:15:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the horror</title><content type='html'>THE HORROR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond and I both got highest for Chinese in the class. A B3 grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got A1 for my emaths (cos I only took one paper you see).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what else? THE REAL HORROR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got C5 for my Chemistry when I'm supposed to get an A1. How disappointing it is. I feel so suicidal, really. Fuck. It's even lower than when I didn't study at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT AFFORD TO LOSE AN A FOR CHEMISTRY? NOT EVEN A B? GO AND BANG THE WALL NOW SYL, YOU CANNOT DIE NOW, DIE IS ONLY IF YOU DON'T GET A FOR O LEVELS.&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the bitch next door saw me and Nawawi walking hand-in-hand while walking his dog with his 23745927659685th girlfriend. But too bad, my mom knows more than he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear he's so freaking unattractive and whats more he's a salesman who's approaching 30. No achievement still like to look down on people. Oh please. I felt like smacking a pan right on your face just now pls. So skinny no muscle still like to walk here walk there with no shirt on. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; his younger brother (very famous in the ah beng side of friendster one ok but I shall not reveal the name) is finally stucked in NS. Haha. My mom said he attempted to skip NS because he didn't wanna have no-hair. I bet he didn't return home because of his hair. Anyway, I really wonder how's his life now because he doesn't even return during weekends. Whats more, he used to have strips of 4570327472772434 colors on his hair &amp;amp; 5970927409724 piercings all over his body. However due to his fair and xiaobailianish face + his white&amp;skinny body, &lt;strong&gt;I think he looks like nothing but a christmas tree&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so peaceful now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more ground-shaking techo &amp;amp; cantonese song.&lt;br /&gt;No more 68727587437287578465843685 girls whom he've dumped (all the time) screaming and crying at the corridor 3am in the middle of the night when the folks are all sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;No more making out openly at the stairs just right beside the lift, no more 59745774548755093534775 ah lians going into his room to make out without closing the window. No more this, no more that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hope that That salesman brother of his can faster move out of the house so I wont ever need to face him everything worrying he'll introduce me his company's frypan one day. Also, he can then take his girlfriend's dogs to Hawaii because they are extremely noisy and uncivilised in the middle of the night. The most unbelievable thing was the ah-beng and I used to be soulmates and playmates when we were young. We'd take the stools out and play old maid together until we thrashed the other neighbours. We played marbles hoping it'd block the drainage area so that our houses could get flooded and we could wash the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool indeed. So much for neighbours, how I wish Keisha Bala, Auntie and Uncle Bala exist in this world man. So that they'll bake me lemon cake every month and take care of me when I'm sick and bring me for holidays whenever they're going for one. Alright Syl, please do not get stucked in your English Paper 1 Compo. It's over, face the reality, move on, &amp;amp; await for the arrival of the botak ah-beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I gotta go, bye. Sin Lek rocks, he's so touched because I'll miss him. But he didn't say he'll miss me too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just somethin' funny I wanna share.&lt;br /&gt;Naf: Hisyam! Yesterday I had this WEIRD dream about you.. you know!?&lt;br /&gt;*ANTICIPATION SOMEWHERE..*&lt;br /&gt;Hisyam: SHUT UP, I DON'T WANNA KNOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114779204020287491?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114779204020287491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114779204020287491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114779204020287491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114779204020287491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/horror.html' title='the horror'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114770233272144998</id><published>2006-05-15T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:12:14.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese o's!</title><content type='html'>The starfish, the pearl, the side-parting spects-on pretty girl, the all time tembam, what else have I been? Just a Syl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I don't want to action. But I'm shocking the freak out of myself. My cca points is.. (CHEY LOL). Isn't it something I should be proud of! 4 years, more than just running around when we were in primary school.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is going on?&lt;br /&gt;Appalled, my big eyes, the have-never-thought-of, unknown disaster, inability to fight the silent cries, the made-obvious, the unfelt atmosphere, the eye contact between two (claimed rubbish on a cover and whatsnot), just what it is, ignorance is bliss, hideous smiles, you-shouldn't-have-said-that, you-could-have-been-much-better, the failed intentions which were hinted, you-should-have-this-and-whatever-you-should-have-that. What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am seriously depressed. Do you know, Corne &amp; I could have gotten A2 for our compo, which will allow us to join the temporary-michaelyap-club?! I got 37 as raw score for compo. But due to errors (wrong words) here and there, they deducted 6 marks which resulted in a 62. DO YOU KNOW THAT IS LIKE TWO BANDS?!?!?!?!?! Wtf man. Alaaaaaaaaaaaa. &amp;amp; overall I got 64.5. DO U KNOW HOW CLOSE IT IS TO A? Its just 5.5% which is nothing more than 11marks. Oh man, just ELEVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; why am I getting so worked up for chinese when I've been failing for all my tests ever since Ye Bi Jiao left my life? Well, to make it simple, I am no longer stupid, I know what is good for me. What's more, I'm only taking seven subjects, I NEED that A to secure me, I need to get into a junior college, I need to live it up as a pure chinese, I need to this, I need to that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are thinking that I'm over-reacting for my academic results, then I'm sorry. I gotta tell you creativity is the new thing to take on or to discover within oneself but only knowledge + results can be the utmost security for all the young living in this modern world. Look at the world, so what if you think exams should be abolished? Do you think self-discipline works for every single being? This world is not just about you, and you? I'm not just any girls around my neighbourhood who think school is shit/Ima-slacker/the-self-proclaimed-princess or whatsoever. Actually, things won't ever seem to be that bad for me because I know the most important thing is not just to do the best I can, but to move on. Move on, wherever I am; the pace I'm moving; when mistakes are inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it simple, a not-up-to-expectation O's cert won't be able to get us young kids anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not anyone as bird-brained who studies for the sake of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've yet to mention, &lt;strong&gt;passion&lt;/strong&gt; for life is one &lt;strong&gt;motivation&lt;/strong&gt;. My passion for the school, for what I've been doing to school, for the mistakes which enabled me to change myself into a better person have been motivations all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, where is the passion we needed the most?&lt;/span&gt; (HAHA DANIEL POWTER'S SONG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIND THE PASSION! IT'S A STEPPING STONE TO SOMETHING ELSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion = won't-give-up = Faith = Who we'd want to be.&lt;br /&gt;So, everyone, have faith in ourselves, we can do it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown 14 days to Chinese O Levels 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Mish, Vans, Jxx, Corne and I can make it. All of us can make it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114770233272144998?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114770233272144998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114770233272144998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114770233272144998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114770233272144998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/chinese-os.html' title='chinese o&apos;s!'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114762825237989801</id><published>2006-05-15T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T01:37:32.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>This post is just to make sure that there's something for the 15th of May because I'll not be using the computer. You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 main reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1) It's my sister's time tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;2) It's been long ever since I get to enjoy a goodnight's rest on a monday night; without having the need to polish my boots and iron my NP uniform.&lt;br /&gt;3) Teevee/Telly is the new love. I never thought the tv could be so interesting, WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I think I will miss Sin Lek dearly (for not being online) when he's away for the Sec3 camp. :D I feel like posting &lt;s&gt;this&lt;/s&gt;some picture&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/f0aca7bf.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/f0aca7bf.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr A &amp; Miss A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/neoneo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/neoneo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/neoneo1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/neoneo1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/neoneo3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/neoneo3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE NEOPRINT &amp;amp; THE KIDS! (After ages)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/RIMG0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/RIMG0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS MY SQUAD, 2405!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My squad (above) during POP '06.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/SV4000291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/SV4000291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS MY PARTNER-IN-CRIME, NASRUDDIN BIN ROSLAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, and Nas (above) on our passing-out-parade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/pahang.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/pahang.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS PAHANG! I WANT TO GO PAHANG AGAIN. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAHANG CLAN - Joan, Ying, Char, Hiangling, Me, Pam and Ther.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(3rd day at the cave)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/IMG_7292.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/IMG_7292.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS THE KL-GEOG TRIP LAST YEAR! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, and Naz (with faces of bunny, kwokfong, hamizah, nuriman, lenis and adriano) on the way to Putra Jaya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE NEXT POST'S PICTURES WOULD SOLELY BE ON THE KL TRIP LAST YEAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? My computer currently stores 2000+ pictures &amp; I bet you have only seen 300 or so. Since blogger photos is kinda can-make-it nowadays, I don't mind sharing a few everyday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so fun to reminisce the year 2005 man. MAN, I MISS THOSE DAYS &amp;amp; THOSE SCHOOL-OVERSEAS TRIPS WITH ALL OF THEM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114762825237989801?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114762825237989801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114762825237989801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114762825237989801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114762825237989801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114762345804324571</id><published>2006-05-14T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:57:55.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CURRENTLY READING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: SORRY FARAH FRECKS! ONLY HAVE THE TIME NOW BECAUSE THERE WERE EXAMS &amp; THE PEAK OF MY CCA. :) WILL PROMISE TO FINISH ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool. The short break felt as if it was forever. Next up, would be my chinese O levels. I must now try to read up on more cheng yu and happening phrases so I can bombard them in my essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX (The Sunday blockbuster on Ch5) was great. That guy's such a hunk and that Russian lady is so hot! Aw man, Russian, I'm still waitin' for a chance to learn YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway did I mention my mom left her job a week ago or so because she wanted a 3 months break? Or have I mentioned about our life plan? Which will require the assistance of the whole family to succeed. Ok if I have yet to, tune in to the next post. My mama &amp;amp; I have came up with this life plan which will take place from now on, and to be completed 8 years later, when I'll be 24, and she'll be 52.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is not the point. My point is to tell you that after a year or so, I finally get to eat all three meals at home. I bet its been years since she cooked all meals (for a day) for the family. As well, I can save my money on excessive fast food &amp; Mee-Goreng &lt;s&gt;&amp;amp;junk food&lt;/s&gt;! WOAHHHH. My heart feels so warm now. Now I feel like I wanna get home early everyday! (Not to eat lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zud, you better stop telling me that I eat alot because you eat as much! Who the hell can finish don't-know-how-many-tubes/packs-of-chocolates-sweets-and-snacks a day?! And you still owe me my present! If you don't know what to give, I can give you advice on what to give you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Save money until my present is like peanuts&lt;br /&gt;2) Walk down the stairs, walk for 50 metres to 7-11/Ntuc&lt;br /&gt;3) Grab whatever you think its nice&lt;br /&gt;4) I can bring to school then we can share together in the bus and make all the chai chee, bedok south, other temasek, makcik and pakcik jealous. You make sure you read this post because I, am still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;BUT..&lt;br /&gt;PS: DON'T WRAP IT LIKE HOW I WRAPPED YOUR PRESENT PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FORENOTE: THIS IS NOT ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm still angry with him, maybe I'm not. I can't believe I've been consciously being the nice one in this twirl of lies. I was shocked, I was speechless. Even till the very last minute, I never thought the truth could be that way. I was contemplating about the angst for the friendship, for the fear, for the betrayed truth. For a moment, I didn't know what to do. All I knew was to hang up on it without a goodbye. I love him, even for the worse which had happened. How many days has it been? 3, 4? Why am I still thinking about it? If I thought I had known him far too well, perhaps I was wrong. It was real, as if it was just a dream. Afterall, he knew/suggested &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; were wrong, he knew what I wanted to do, he knew about what I've done, he shared the unhappiness and unfairness with me, he talked to me, he enhance the truth/the way I think about how unreasonable/selfish/too-proud/speaking-without-thinking mankind could be, he made me realise that one could make a fool of themselves without the realisation of the degree of an issue. He, had unintentionally &lt;em&gt;in the first place(had never been to be simple)&lt;/em&gt;, intentionally after-strip, allowed me to open up my eyes and look for what/which was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it just had to be a nothing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable in lies? Never thought I could be/I did not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never thought it could have been so serious because I have trusted you for 3 years. If I do express myself in anyway which would make you feel as if I'm doing it for the sake of it just for example ignoring you, I am sorry. I am sincerely sorry because you might not even feel sorry at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, girls are sensitive creatures, for reality check, it would then be surprising for you if I am not hurt. To put it in a simple way, &lt;strong&gt;I am hurt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afterall, ironically, I've been going against you, before I even knew there had been a mask, all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think about it, for all the joys and laughter, who has it been? The torn-apart, who has it been? More or less it had been you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the one who really felt for this, who do you think it is? Is it the one whom you had intentionally pushed against, or unknowingly me? I wanna tell you, since I am feeling it, I feel &lt;strong&gt;that it's no one but me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Do you think the other one whom you had been shooting at knows what the hell is going on, do you think she/he feels the way I do? Who's feeling what they should be feeling now? If you're still unsure, ask yourself, is it now me, or the supposed she/he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have been so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I shall show you something. It made me laugh my ass off, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=d7MdIRbJYZU&amp;amp;search=james%20blunt%20parody"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;(It's somethin' on the youtube server)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the 15th of May is approaching. What's more, the 15th of of every month just have to be the day/start-of-the-week of the month, I should be off to sleep, Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114762345804324571?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114762345804324571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114762345804324571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114762345804324571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114762345804324571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/sunday-at-home.html' title='sunday at home'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114752226285785122</id><published>2006-05-13T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:17:43.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>I know my blog is so plain and unattractive now. Actually I planned to do something to it but currently I don't have the time and resource so yeah =) But if you do have any ideas what pictures I can put up, I'll be glad to hear your suggestion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's seriously unglam but I've been rubbing my tummy since yesterday due to the stomach flu. Is that some thing in colleberation with the Vesak Day? Mmmm. Hahah just try'na be funny over here. Btw its an intellectual joke ok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I've heard of Zud's issue. I don't kno why he didn't tell me. Is it because he's afraid I might think that he's lying again or he just didn't feel comfortable telling me anymore? Or maybe he just didn't want to wake the sick girl up. Although I am heads shorter, but all these while I try to be the best advicer/kakak to him. Maybe, maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I've bought for my mom? Hahaha. I'm not afraid to share, it's a striking pink bra from triumph! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nick has been creating a suspense for people for hours. Haha. Actually there's nothing much about me waiting la. 'I'm waiting' refers to me waiting for my hair to grow long. I'm serious man kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzy is so sec 4. Pearl is so sec 3. Sylvia is so sec 1. Syl is so everything, do you remember what's up for sec 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner gets a prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol omg so private party! Hahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ADVERT OF THE DAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MAYBELLYN TAN'S BIRTHDAY IS ON THE 16TH OF MAY. FASTER BUY YOUR PRESENTS NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My comp's lagging, goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114752226285785122?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114752226285785122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114752226285785122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114752226285785122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114752226285785122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114744606568476459</id><published>2006-05-12T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:12:22.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>qiujin rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just Two Days Before Examinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/Image(105).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/Image%28105%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waffle + two scoops of ice cream + m&amp;ms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/Image(106).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/Image%28106%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/Image(107).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/Image%28107%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled. Actually I'm the one who ate up 80% of it thats why he's giving the 'buay song' and 'whatever ah take all you want' face. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Wee feels inferior everytime I'm out with him because I talk about buying food &amp; eating every moment as long as food is available. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qiujin rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she eats as much as I do so we can go out for a&lt;br /&gt;food-hunting session one day! :D Man, I am hungry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I'm still feeling the haunting hunger although exams are over. I bet the stomach flu existed in the first place to calm my appetite down. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else what so bad could have happened when I've done nothing else but chomped on a full size waffle + one scoop of ice cream and strong wind blowing against me at the East Coast Park?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114744606568476459?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114744606568476459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114744606568476459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114744606568476459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114744606568476459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/qiujin-rocks.html' title='qiujin rocks'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114742190597768548</id><published>2006-05-12T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T16:18:26.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday treats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BACK TO THE 11th OF MARCH 2006!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little surprises.. (The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is from&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE &lt;strong&gt;CONTENT PAGE. &lt;/strong&gt;You can enlarge and check it out. Or do you feel like borrowing this book from me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message card from bestfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this pair of earrings for myself, from Angel (4N. Visit her online shop &lt;a href="http://sunkissd-babe.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dirty Girl body mist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Topshop from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and this book entitled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sex, Guys and Chocolates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST KUKU PRESENT EVER. FROM, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JOAN, RAHMAT, VANS, MISH, WELSONN, EDEN, MEL, CORNE and JXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You BUNCH OF NAUGHTY/HONRY LIL KIDS! Guess what they bought me? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They bought me two thongs from topshop. One in translucent red and one in turqoise, nipple tape, liquid paper, smarties chocolate, minties candies from topshop, oil control film, a delicious-looking card and a pillow (those meant for sleeping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;patrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; keychain from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oasis album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darren, Guohao, Faiz, Shiwen &amp; As&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bubblegum mug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hisyam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pearly beads &amp;amp; bracelets &amp; earrings &amp;amp; esprit wallet &amp; body shop haircream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Naz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/1600/DSC00096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7767/442/320/DSC00096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Naf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; made just for meeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D Did Imiss out anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114742190597768548?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114742190597768548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114742190597768548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114742190597768548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114742190597768548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/birthday-treats.html' title='birthday treats!'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114742003948684774</id><published>2006-05-12T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T15:47:19.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worried</title><content type='html'>My dearest boyfriend's L1R5 for mid-year was 35. He never failed to fail Amaths in his entire life except for his prelims and O's, ok in fact he got A1 for it. So tell me, is it supposed to be normal or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worrying. What if I suck at my O's? Am I going to waste  $370 of my mum's savings? Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I will get the same school for my PAE and JAE because I really need the TWO points for JAE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chinese O's is next up, I am very determined to get A for it. cvbuidghufiuiwguirguwgurwgehgrwgreguwrg. I'm not being damn action but sometimes I try to tell myself O's is going to be easier than Temasek Papers.. Because if more than 70% of the level failed Ye Bi Jiao's chinese paper 2 last year, what will happen to neighbourhood schools?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get what I mean? It's reality check..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just watched this very nice movie on Ch5 called the Most Vertical Primage. &amp; I cried over it. It had a happy ending though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you to everyone who wished for me to get well soon. But unfortuntely, the virus is still causing some havoc inside leaving me with minimum peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114742003948684774?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114742003948684774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114742003948684774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114742003948684774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114742003948684774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/worried.html' title='worried'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114735689852594487</id><published>2006-05-11T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:14:58.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stomach flu</title><content type='html'>Actually I shouldn't be here at all due to the fact that I've caught up with this shitass illness called the Acute Gastroenteristis. It's more than just shit for your information -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, it has caused me to lie in the sickbay for the entire morning yesterday. I had to skip my emaths paper. Janice Chao wanted me to go home but I persevered on to take my Chemistry paper because I thought I'd feel much better by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only till the last question the stomach flu virus attacked again. I squirmed like a milipede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this illness, I couldn't join the Quacks for swimming at Ais's place. So sad lah. Twice. Twice in my life I had to be down on the bed while they are swimming. I hope we'll have another session so I can finally join them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thanks everyone like Yuan &amp;amp; Bestfriend who had given me faith for me to get well soon. It does help actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you Nafisah Anwar! For being my Ibu yesterday. :) Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nawawi man, terribly. Urghhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this stomach flu's getting the hell outta me, I should be off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114735689852594487?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114735689852594487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114735689852594487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114735689852594487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114735689852594487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/stomach-flu.html' title='stomach flu'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114710578755696937</id><published>2006-05-09T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:29:47.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get well soon zul</title><content type='html'>Alright I forgot to add on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two days, I've been visiting Zul(Didi) at Tan Tock Seng Hospital. Other than getting disturbed by the most irritating boys alive esp Im K and Sadiq thanks to my boyfriend Abdul Nawawi Hadri who told them some STUPIDDDDDDDD and FAKE issues about me, some thoughts did linger around after the visit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul's in great pain now. He just went for the operation. Although we aren't really very close, I feel the pain for him. My heart aches too and I think he's such a hero because he has to overcome all these torments when people are all fine, out there studying for exams &amp; all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His class is really concerned about him and I hope he knows alot of people out there actually care for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he can't talk much, I just want to let him feel that there's this lil' hero in him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May peace be upon you, Zul. God bless. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114710578755696937?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114710578755696937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114710578755696937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114710578755696937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114710578755696937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/get-well-soon-zul.html' title='get well soon zul'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114710208642052051</id><published>2006-05-08T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:28:06.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chem</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure whether Chemistry is easy or difficult. To me, it's just at the right level to push me forward to get better grades. It challenges me, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I left 9marks worth of questions blank because I was at my fastest yet I didn't manage to complete the paper. Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x &gt; 35 = DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must get above 35 for MCQ, or you can probably smash my head into any lamp post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114710208642052051?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114710208642052051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114710208642052051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114710208642052051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114710208642052051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/chem.html' title='Chem'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114710130993298576</id><published>2006-05-08T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:15:09.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>major turn-off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Major Turn-Off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are they? Are they something worth to be complimented? Are they positive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try diggin' out the meaning and you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this post is based on &lt;strong&gt;my PERSPECTIVE&lt;/strong&gt;. Or you might say, occurance of such major-turn-off-events in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok case no.1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall present a very random statement to you readers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i quittin smokinx ler lorhs.. wei ler tarhx ma &gt;.&lt;.. fer her ima willingx to duu anythiinz lorhzzzzzz"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Extracted from friendster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; talking about the language ok? Every bitching-related websites/blogs have been talking about this Ah Lian language. Just because everyone is talking about it, I don't wanna address on it. Because I am unique, and I am talking about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the &lt;strong&gt;major turn off&lt;/strong&gt; part is where the ah beng claims that &lt;em&gt;he is going to quit smoking for the girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;. Firstly, I might have said that I'm not talking about the language there but the fact is the language did make some difference or so. It has increased the major turn-off value by at least ten-fold. Don't you think so -_-. Secondly is where I find it so irritating because I see it everywhere and the fact remains that most of them are just plain stupid liars. Hahaha. It's just for a show man dude, c'mon. I know you wanna get the nobel prize award from your girl/ You can't blame me for saying so. Syl's brain is extremely imaginative and it's not as if people don't know that I laugh to myself for self-entertainment &amp; self-amusements. Anyway, this is not discrimination. Only idiots will think I'm discriminating since it's just generalisation and whatsnot. Like I said, I'm talking about general issues. What's more, major turn-off to oneself is a very personal issue. Also, it's either you feel the same way as me, or you'll end up reacting otherwise; two-way lane. So yes, to narrow minded freaks, this is &lt;strong&gt;perspective&lt;/strong&gt;. To sum it all up, it's what which turns &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to agree with me. It's discursive &amp; free-speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case no.2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wahhhh, Temasek sey.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This remark is often made by mats at the sitting area outside Bedok Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really don't understand why they LOVE to make such redundant remarks. Regardless whether is this mat, or that mat, all of them do that -_- Ok lah maybe except nice mats (fad's friends) like those who hang out around my neighbourhood. Back to the point, WHY? Are they expecting us to react, turn back, or what? Are they bored, or are they bored? I seriously have no idea. But as someone who loves to make pests rejected, I often agree that ignorance is bliss. I mean like imagine if you try so hard to do something and you get ignored, won't you feel like, WTF?! So yes, I want to make them feel WTF?! I like to reject people. I am a rejecter. Well, I'm still a beautiful stranger though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that's all lah, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114710130993298576?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114710130993298576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114710130993298576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114710130993298576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114710130993298576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/major-turn-off_08.html' title='major turn-off'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114709546926490025</id><published>2006-05-08T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:37:49.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goh chok tong</title><content type='html'>Hi MISH, his name is MR KHAW BOON WAN. Lols. I never hear his name before you know! &amp; you should really check out Mr Goh Chok Tong! He's really soooooo amazing lah. He brought up the Muslim and Indian community in Singapore you know. I really admire him alotttt. He's like my IDOL! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAHHHH, SM MR GOH CHOK TONG..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114709546926490025?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114709546926490025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114709546926490025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114709546926490025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114709546926490025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/goh-chok-tong.html' title='goh chok tong'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114702036752905234</id><published>2006-05-08T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:54:00.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>election fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Election Fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruffles + Elections = FANTASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I still have faith in Mr Chiam See Tong. He's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also amazed by how much faith the Hougang residents have in Workers' party. All of them were gathering at the coffeeshop cheering for their consecutively-elected MP for the past few elections. To me this is the real democracy.. Oppositions can as well improve themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think Mr Goh Chok Tong is extremely charming. He has this charm in him which reflects on his gentlemently-attitude and all. I'm kinda in love with the image he presents to the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I didn't know Mr Mah Bow Tan or whoever-i-forgot is an avid soccer fan! He's even the advisor for the Singapore Soccer Association or somethin'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Vivian Balakrishnan is nonetheless capable and charming also. He's got a M.B.B.S degree which makes him a GP/Surgeon since he've got Masters for Medicine. Aisya &amp;amp; all are like deep in love with him too because he's like the handsomest MP. Well, Lol. &amp; what's more, he's like the Minister of community, youth and sports development in Singapore. Capable indeed. People who truly have more than just passion for their homeland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz thinks that Mr Teo Chee Hean is very charming also. This Pasir Ris - Punggol MP is currently our Minister of Defence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, PAP won for East Coast GRC. Well although I really love the PAP, but sometimes there're contradictions here and there because its really possible for the opposition to provide a brighter future for their grc or single constituencies if they really work for it. OK back to the point, I really thank what the PAP has given my community for the past years. Although the environment has yet to be peaceful due to those drilling sounds and pollutions due to the upgrading for the past 8 years, the PAP has given much focus on how a better community should be. Look at those talks with Mr Raymond Lim every wednesday at the PAP centre at block 119 to know more about residents, the activities organised by Fengshan CC to the elderly every weekend, and the problems which were solved efficiently, I think they have perhaps given us more than enough without charging as much as I thought. My point is that, the Fengshan community have been peaceful ever since I was here on earth, and I have to really thank the PAP for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have much more personal thoughts about politics (even if its those you won't think it'll make sense since I'm still young and not exposed wide to the outside world), but I think I should keep it to myself instead my expression are not that good thus causing a stir, debate, arguement or whatsoever. Well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics rocks because I think if the govt has been trying so hard to know more about us, we should try harder to know more about them because if we can stop being so childish and stop thinking about anarchism/welfare state or what which OBVIOUSLY won't be for anyones' good, we should be able to understand it's really not easy to meet every single one's needs and give it all to them you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things are not just about getting back at each other or whatsoever. Just take it if I'm neutral, I'll go for fair competition too. After-math is just so unbearable but probably it's actually there for one reason or another. Most importantly, it's inevitable. We won't be of much help even if we try to stop it, or worse still join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the election fever is over! If we cannot appreciate, voice out! If it takes no effect, do what's best for everyone &amp;amp; play a part as a citizen, thats why the government made voting something compulsory :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Marcus and I were wondering. What if.. You went to tick instead of crossing it? Haha. Isit considered a wasted vote then or still counted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, people have yet to appreciate fully of what's around them.. We humans expect people to give in to us without any need to give and take. Humans are everywhere, humans are paradox. We are humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114702036752905234?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114702036752905234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114702036752905234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114702036752905234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114702036752905234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/election-fever.html' title='election fever'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114692886042983297</id><published>2006-05-06T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:21:00.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>election</title><content type='html'>OMG. I WANTED TO BLOG PROPERLY BUT LET ME WATCH THE ELECTION FIRST. So far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hougang - Workers' Party&lt;br /&gt;Yio/Choa Chu Kang - Peoples' Action Party&lt;br /&gt;Macpherson - Peoples' Action Party&lt;br /&gt;Bukit Panjang - Peoples' Action Party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114692886042983297?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114692886042983297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114692886042983297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114692886042983297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114692886042983297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/election.html' title='election'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114690167395919269</id><published>2006-05-06T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:47:53.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>w800i</title><content type='html'>My mama bought w800i! The phone is super fascinating. Because the walkman function is freakin' cool &amp; the pictures' quality rocks like OIHDSOIFHOBJVSBDJKBAJ!. (2.0 Meg!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So according to Jais's daughter a.k.a hid-not-tissue, Emaths paper is not set by Eric. That's my very wrong info (according to sources from 4E) hahhaha. Amaths paper is then by Eric. So.. at least I have some hopes for excelling in the Emaths paper since my Amaths was a total gooner anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm extremely hungry, I need food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114690167395919269?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114690167395919269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114690167395919269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114690167395919269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114690167395919269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/w800i.html' title='w800i'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114684243516543322</id><published>2006-05-05T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:20:35.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams3</title><content type='html'>Ok. I've got absolutely nothing to say about the &lt;em&gt;SS&lt;/em&gt; paper. The &lt;em&gt;Emaths&lt;/em&gt; paper was considered easy for the cohort's standard. Well, according to my teacher, this paper is not set by &lt;strong&gt;Eric&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess it's by Mrs Lim or what. BUT, it is confirmed that Eric set the other Emaths paper and &lt;em&gt;THERE IS A POSSIBILITY&lt;/em&gt; Eric set the other Amaths paper too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unbelievable thing is, the one who killed us with the &lt;em&gt;confirm-going-to-die/cheat-my-feelings&lt;/em&gt; paper was set by our very dear.. &lt;strong&gt;Mr Toh Wee Kwang a.k.a Mr Hot (Toh inverse/reciprocal) a.k.a Mr Du Wei Guang a.k.a Wee KKKwang! a.k.a Wei Guang a.k.a the most caring teacher ever&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, after going to States twice for some maths-exchange genius programme (whatever?) plus the fact that he was a honourable 2nd upper class honours graduate for Maths and Physics in NUS; What's more, he have gotten distinction for every subject during O's/A's so its not very surprising if he thinks that the paper he had set was easy. However, he did give me some hints during a lesson before he left for Atlanta. He said, &lt;em&gt;"Sylvia, 3 questions from each chapter is not enough. The best is to do at least 10 questions in order to score a distinction for this paper. Anyway, it will be of no use if you practise last year's paper, because it's completely different."&lt;/em&gt; So immediately, I knew that &lt;em&gt;dy/dx&lt;/em&gt; is not gonna conquer much of the paper because last year the Sec4s' paper was bombarded by endless dy/dx. Thus I predicted that Sec3 stuff will take up most of the paper. I guess I was right. Look at the &lt;em&gt;straight line graph, the functions, factors of polynomial&lt;/em&gt;. OMG, and the most stupid thing was that that function question a) totally sucked because I got this &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD fraction&lt;/strong&gt; to the power of &lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;. And it's sooo saddening because I have did the whole of 29 questions for Functions in the tys last year and yet my answer is most probably wrong. Like wtf? Whatever it is, Mr Hot is finally showing his &lt;strong&gt;true powers&lt;/strong&gt; now, and the paper was indeed &lt;em&gt;undeniably&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;demoralising&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think the paper so &lt;strong&gt;cheated my feelings&lt;/strong&gt; because the first page was kinda easy (&lt;em&gt;even you are not sure you still can anyhow try out you know.. I mean at least there are hopes right&lt;/em&gt;), but once you reach &lt;em&gt;binomial&lt;/em&gt; and friends, omg, you'd feel like you wanna &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bang the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, it's the most difficult Amaths paper I've ever attempted, even the &lt;em&gt;straight line graph&lt;/em&gt; (one of my favourites) was like a complete failure :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mug hard for Chemchem and show your love for &lt;strong&gt;Mrs Tay&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disappointed with the Emaths paper.. I thought I could show my powers in Loci :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to see &lt;strong&gt;Weeeee&lt;/strong&gt; today! But sadly he broke my heart like crazy. But nevermind, we've made it up! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114684243516543322?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114684243516543322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114684243516543322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114684243516543322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114684243516543322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/exams3.html' title='exams3'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114675723756062827</id><published>2006-05-04T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:40:37.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amaths the gay</title><content type='html'>Physics was considered alright but AMATHS WAS GAY. Omg, everyone seems to be showing the agony in them when we stepped out of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMATHS IS FREAKING GAYYYYYYYYY. Seriously, I never thought it would be till the extent. Die lah, I aimed A1 for my Amaths and was getting ready to flunk physics you know? Look at the world now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is SS + Emaths BY ERIC. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it, but that AMaths paper is taking away all my faith for E/AMaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die, die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114675723756062827?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114675723756062827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114675723756062827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114675723756062827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114675723756062827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/amaths-gay.html' title='amaths the gay'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303256.post-114674849180253765</id><published>2006-05-04T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:14:51.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreaking</title><content type='html'>Isn't it SOOOOOOO heartbreaking when all you want is a little comfort through throwing little tempers to your boyfriend and you end up getting backfired when he says, "What the.", instead of some sweet little somethings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to tell me, maybe I should just face the fact that that will never happen cos you have always deserved someone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should just ask myself, did I manage to change the situation? Or am I still the fucking loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303256-114674849180253765?l=redcandyeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/feeds/114674849180253765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7303256&amp;postID=114674849180253765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114674849180253765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7303256/posts/default/114674849180253765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redcandyeye.blogspot.com/2006/05/heartbreaking.html' title='heartbreaking'/><author><name>kaleidoscope</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.tinypic.com/46y1jy0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
