<?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-3554979724294533955</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:31:57.312+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Partay'/><category term='Ranting'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Homies'/><title type='text'>Lets take a swim, shall we?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-1829341691237242076</id><published>2009-11-14T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:58:11.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Moved Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Follow me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://charlieshabit.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-1829341691237242076?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1829341691237242076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/moved-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/1829341691237242076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/1829341691237242076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/moved-again.html' title='Moved Again'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-8152730932709145936</id><published>2009-11-14T05:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:07:45.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>Love is a battlefield indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started to realised this year has been tough for most of us, and no i wasn't talking about financial problems , workload or endless amount of assignements etc&lt;br /&gt;Adding to the stress level is&lt;br /&gt; the fact that this is not a good year to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to those who is having great luck this year.&lt;br /&gt;But browsing through blog after blogs , twitter pages after another , facebook updates.&lt;br /&gt;I can say most of them is about relationship problems, love troubles etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Including mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we leave our hearts out in the open knowing that we will get hurt in the end?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we hang on even when we know deep in ourselves that its over yet we hold on to it like no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Is it the rush of adrenaline that we feel everytime the person is near?&lt;br /&gt;Or the fact that the feeling of being in love is just so great it cancels out any hurt or pain we have felt in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats why we let ourselves fall in so deep , too deep.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves to love.&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't mean we would be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to know whats it like to love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-8152730932709145936?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8152730932709145936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-is-battlefield-indeed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/8152730932709145936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/8152730932709145936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-is-battlefield-indeed.html' title='Love is a battlefield indeed'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-277882837338888177</id><published>2009-11-13T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:22:29.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Its like a million little stars spelling out your name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my title doesn't really match my post? but yeah whatev.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much to blog honestly. I feel like each day is the exact same.&lt;br /&gt;I need new'ness , something to look forward to everyday&lt;br /&gt;something to get me out of bed and not worry how i will deal with today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized on Thursday when im really down in the dumps i actually want to do work to distract me from feeling anything .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its not alright, but it will do for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-277882837338888177?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/277882837338888177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-like-million-little-stars-spelling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/277882837338888177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/277882837338888177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-like-million-little-stars-spelling.html' title='Its like a million little stars spelling out your name'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-6320753770299786</id><published>2009-11-12T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:20:09.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homies'/><title type='text'>Rain baby rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who needs a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; when you got friends who cheers you up by laughing at people running in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s : Thank you for today Filz and Hanis (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-6320753770299786?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6320753770299786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain-baby-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6320753770299786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6320753770299786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain-baby-rain.html' title='Rain baby rain'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-6434125575428982014</id><published>2009-11-08T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:38:34.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I love the way you make my world go round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally got about to watching&lt;br /&gt;'hes just not that into you'&lt;br /&gt;and it sort of make sense, how when we were young we were fed useless information about how if a guy picks on you he likes you when in reality maybe he just hates your guts and enjoy seeing you in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i could be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , spending the night at college was pretty fun except everyone except Asyraf was emo'ed that night , Hanis had her problems and Esther had her problems, and I had my problems , funny thing is we all had the same problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-6434125575428982014?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6434125575428982014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-way-you-make-my-world-go-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6434125575428982014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6434125575428982014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-way-you-make-my-world-go-round.html' title='I love the way you make my world go round'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-2301795602902400695</id><published>2009-11-06T02:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T02:42:50.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homies'/><title type='text'>This is cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SvMcgDiRlNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7UNopGa-YiM/s1600-h/Picture0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SvMcgDiRlNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7UNopGa-YiM/s400/Picture0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400691715177813202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-2301795602902400695?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2301795602902400695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/2301795602902400695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/2301795602902400695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-cupcakes.html' title='This is cupcakes'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SvMcgDiRlNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7UNopGa-YiM/s72-c/Picture0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-6051984932691363274</id><published>2009-11-03T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:58:30.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>Baby this is for you &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't exactly express myself so so greatly, but i can through words.&lt;br /&gt;So i dunno, im just honestly sick and tired of seeing time after time my dearest friend getting hurt having to listen to her lust after a guy who clearly isn't matured enough to have a LDR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LDR= long distance relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that i could be completely wrong about his thoughts, views and opinions but from what i heard and know i dont need to eventhough you should listen to both sides of the story.&lt;br /&gt;I try to like him, i try to think that hey maybe he aint so bad, coz i like a guy who my friends weren't really fond of yet i told them that i still think hes a good guy and something about him just makes my tummy roll about like a washing machine whenever hes near.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah liking my friends boy is a impossible task. Now you must be thinking, its none of your fucking business, get a life. yeah well 'helllooooo' once you tell someone about any of your problems it basically becomes your business so yeah 'gtfobitemebitchthxbai'&lt;br /&gt;So yeah i got alot of attitude but if you knew why , you'd know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just saying why are guys or most guys so fucking clueless?&lt;br /&gt;Are you only aware of your surroundings when you have someone riding you like a mechanical bull?&lt;br /&gt; i don't understand this, why tell your girlfriend's super close friend a secret and expect her not to tell your girlfriend is a stupid thing. obviously she will, doesn't take a genius to figure that out.  duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that they think just coz she aint around its ok to fuck about.&lt;br /&gt;Well its not, shes not your Plan B or your 'haicomefuckmenow' buddy.&lt;br /&gt;she happens to be the most amazing girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Understanding not to mention, someone who can handle your juvenile bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Consider yourself lucky buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my girlfriend&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (you know who you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and is always on your side no matter what&lt;br /&gt;For all the tears you have shed coz of him&lt;br /&gt;For all those times he upsetted you&lt;br /&gt;For all those times he made you feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;and all those times he sucked as a boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember , you have will always have awesome friends who would do wonders to his fucking face if we could. You know that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-6051984932691363274?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6051984932691363274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-this-is-for-you-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6051984932691363274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6051984932691363274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-this-is-for-you-3.html' title='Baby this is for you &lt;3'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-981211371864302803</id><published>2009-11-01T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:05:11.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>You saw the mess in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving up money to buy a brand new acoustic guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, nothing interesting has happened, basically same old shit different day.  Give me something exciting to look out for.&lt;br /&gt;I drown myself in watching episodes after episodes of Gossip Girl , keeps me occupied ,either that or focus on assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go doodle now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"My baby he don’t act like himself no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; he lost that smile I used to adore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-981211371864302803?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/981211371864302803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-saw-mess-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/981211371864302803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/981211371864302803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-saw-mess-in-me.html' title='You saw the mess in me'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-2286948751906871358</id><published>2009-10-28T02:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T02:25:25.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I think its safe to say .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today im &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs27/f/2008/147/a/5/__Missing_You___by_Bntuae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 325px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs27/f/2008/147/a/5/__Missing_You___by_Bntuae.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-2286948751906871358?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2286948751906871358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-its-safe-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/2286948751906871358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/2286948751906871358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-its-safe-to-say.html' title='I think its safe to say .'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-6431293377902070960</id><published>2009-10-27T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T01:35:36.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Usual mornings behind the alley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w148/dontstealmyusername/wake-up-and-smell-the-coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 279px;" src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w148/dontstealmyusername/wake-up-and-smell-the-coffee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reasons why i love coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Coffee is hot&lt;br /&gt;2. Coffee makes me excited&lt;br /&gt;3. Coffee is good enough to have everyday&lt;br /&gt;4. Coffee smells good&lt;br /&gt;5. Coffee makes you nervous sometimes&lt;br /&gt;6. Coffee gives you a warm &amp;amp; fuzzy feeling&lt;br /&gt;7. Even when coffee is too strong or too weak, its still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reasons why i like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Pretty much the same as coffee&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You keep me up all night wanting more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-6431293377902070960?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6431293377902070960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/usual-mornings-behind-alley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6431293377902070960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6431293377902070960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/usual-mornings-behind-alley.html' title='Usual mornings behind the alley'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-752153739606194806</id><published>2009-10-24T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T19:14:13.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its hard to be lovers but harder to be friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haven't been feeling well these past few weeks, i don't know, stress from assignments i guess.&lt;br /&gt;So i know i will probably regret it later but im craving for holidays, as this holiday has sorta been planed out, basically parties , parties and hopefully going to the beach with the lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I orderd 2 tops from some online boutique which has very reasonable prices, unfortunately in order to purchase something you need to order at least 10 items.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. sucks but i think the prices are pretty darn good, so how bout share the 10 items with a friend and order together?&lt;br /&gt;Thats what me and Esther plan to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking about cutting my hair short&lt;br /&gt;tired of the long style already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-752153739606194806?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/752153739606194806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-hard-to-be-lovers-but-harder-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/752153739606194806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/752153739606194806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-hard-to-be-lovers-but-harder-to-be.html' title='Its hard to be lovers but harder to be friends'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-4500773624897976666</id><published>2009-10-13T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:45:25.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>Unmotivated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly i feel so unmotivated to do my assignments, like i think i have dived head first into this pit of never ending despair. Im stuck and i can't get out. I try , but i fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always hated posted emo'ish post as viewers who read  it will be all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'god! not another emo wannabe'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since im one of those people, but blogspot doesn't have one of those private protected post so my emo pitiful post shall be out in the open for any unsuspecting viewers to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently stress has been building up and i feel like im the most happiest when im in college with my friends. I laugh , smile , giggle like no tomorrow, then when the day ends i start creeping back into my own world. My mom told me today and it seriously made me feel so scared ,  apparently as you get older your organs don't work as well as they did 30 years ago, so mom was in the car and she need to go pee so badly and she was stuck in jam, that she started shivering and almost passing out, while she was driving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im so blessed that god was on her side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs7/300W/i/2005/194/2/9/Sunset_by_JadeAstaria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still &lt;i&gt;sort-of&lt;/i&gt; think about &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-4500773624897976666?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4500773624897976666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/unmotivated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/4500773624897976666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/4500773624897976666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/unmotivated.html' title='Unmotivated'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-3798852967777145869</id><published>2009-10-11T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:56:33.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Baby, back off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are 5 stages of Grief&lt;br /&gt;But they look different on all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Denial . Anger . Bargaining . Depression . Acceptance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                        &lt;i&gt;-Greys Anatomy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w148/dontstealmyusername/Untitled-1-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 431px;" src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w148/dontstealmyusername/Untitled-1-13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who doesn't love to make collages of themselves in silly expressions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know i do (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-3798852967777145869?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3798852967777145869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-back-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/3798852967777145869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/3798852967777145869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-back-off.html' title='Baby, back off'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-1954325806687228754</id><published>2009-10-11T03:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:25:05.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>Not a good day indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My horoscope lied to me today, it says i shall have a good day but it ended being pretty much a shit day right from the afternoon till late at night. So the new PC arrived today and pretty much everything is fine , BUT the fucking internet wasn't working,  figure us girls have no idea how to set up the internet, so dad got all pissy and started getting all worked up. He then gets all fired up saying how we are 'fucking stubborn' emphasis on the 'fucking', coz we didn't want to make a fool out ourselves and call the Dell people, since this isn't really their problem, but dad and his very strange logic expects us to just call, in the end? we didn't so apparently today was also the day dad and mum goes to visit grandma since she just came out of surgery, another BUT we couldn't find the sensor for the gate and yes that got even more pissed of and started yelling, throwing fuck words here and there,  i was utterly humiliated because im sure the neighbours must be thinking, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what the fuck is going on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah in the end we manage to find one of them but the other apparently got either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) stolen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) crushed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad likes to put the sensor on the hood of my car and my mum i guess forgotten to check and drove the car anyways, so it must have dropped somewhere, we manage to find a part of it but the other parts is yet to be found. So dad was pretty much pissed off the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup. Today was a shit day, and worse is, i didn't get much work done today. Sometimes i feel like its so hard living here with a uptight dad, like seriously,my dad is one in a million, you will never find another dad who has his attitude and thinking. Eventhough some hurtful things were said towards us hes still my dad and i love him no doubt about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eventhough i have a little party in my head when he goes of for business trips i can't help but feel a little guilty. I just feel maybe pity that probably most of the people who met him hates him coz of his lousy attitude, even his own family can't tolerate him at times. Honestly i feel so suffocated when hes around too long and i feel when hes not here i tend to go a little wild. I party the night away, drink as much booze as i can possible drink go out as much as i can etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sigh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall be a better daughter and person from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-1954325806687228754?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1954325806687228754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-good-day-indeed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/1954325806687228754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/1954325806687228754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-good-day-indeed.html' title='Not a good day indeed'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-3455839379525689304</id><published>2009-10-10T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:53:37.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mojo'less</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My blogging mojo has officially left the building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall stop watching Gossip Girl and do my Design Communication assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FYI&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Ss94PJ3IxqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RKwL1qqcSk0/s400/2210295646_9c8ea8b3e9.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390659480726324898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who doesn't love Ed Westwick &lt;i&gt;a.k.a &lt;/i&gt;Chuck Bass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*swoooon*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-3455839379525689304?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3455839379525689304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/mojoless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/3455839379525689304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/3455839379525689304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/mojoless.html' title='Mojo&apos;less'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Ss94PJ3IxqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RKwL1qqcSk0/s72-c/2210295646_9c8ea8b3e9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-4933169286136826581</id><published>2009-10-07T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:00:52.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Who reads my junk ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder who reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;hm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways today we were 'suppose' to complete assigments but because of Miyumi she wanted to play pool we went to Asia Cafe and played pool. Then we went over to pyramid to shisha at Tarbush? or something. Shisha wasn't really that good but hey its better then nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;Miyumi got a little buzzed later and i recorded videos &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6EieIMhscuY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6EieIMhscuY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-4933169286136826581?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4933169286136826581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-reads-my-junk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/4933169286136826581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/4933169286136826581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-reads-my-junk.html' title='Who reads my junk ?'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-5919285866277556198</id><published>2009-10-06T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:22:57.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Theres no other way to better say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall be seeing the lovelies tomorrow, plus i will be having lunch with Negar.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait, to be honest this will probably be the first time having lunch with her and ive already been in Sunway for several months.&lt;br /&gt;I have no motivation to blog , nothing really interesting is happening in my life at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking about new ink, i just need the cash and the design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling very 'blah' today. Coz daddy has been very annoying these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about my ego right now, i shall just go right ahead and say it and boost up your stupid huge ass ego and make you feel all good about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you stupid !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SsodP3_RQgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VlSJcvadBmA/s1600-h/Photo0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SsodP3_RQgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VlSJcvadBmA/s400/Photo0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389152062666785282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-5919285866277556198?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5919285866277556198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-no-other-way-to-better-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/5919285866277556198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/5919285866277556198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-no-other-way-to-better-say.html' title='Theres no other way to better say'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SsodP3_RQgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VlSJcvadBmA/s72-c/Photo0080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-5590162025093550842</id><published>2009-10-05T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:15:30.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Thats how we do it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SsnG4jdTNdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6sk6hKsjaH0/s1600-h/sjda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SsnG4jdTNdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6sk6hKsjaH0/s400/sjda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389057104018617810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-5590162025093550842?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5590162025093550842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-how-we-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/5590162025093550842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/5590162025093550842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-how-we-do-it.html' title='Thats how we do it.'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SsnG4jdTNdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6sk6hKsjaH0/s72-c/sjda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-3622438043015201878</id><published>2009-10-02T18:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:40:12.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>you said forever and always , I dont think so yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGY5bmx03b8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGY5bmx03b8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I stare at the phone, he still hasnt called&lt;br /&gt;and then you feel so low you cant feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;and you flashback to when we said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it rains in your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;it rains when youre here and it rains when youre gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;cause I was there when you said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;you didnt mean it baby, you said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I dont think so yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-3622438043015201878?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3622438043015201878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-said-forever-and-always-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/3622438043015201878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/3622438043015201878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-said-forever-and-always-i-dont.html' title='you said forever and always , I dont think so yeah'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-5223615333656664278</id><published>2009-10-01T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:39:31.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Seasons are changing and waves are crashing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite an interesting day , we headed to shah alam to check out this art shop which sells stuff at students budget so we don't have to burn a hole in our wallets. Before that me , Filz , Hanis and Miyumi went to Asia Cafe for some pool with Miyumi's friend.&lt;br /&gt;Before that we encountered a little incident , apparently there was a minor accident and lets just say the guy was literally getting either pissed off or about to shit his pants as 3 girls were pretty much fucking him up on the phone, but i realised that it wasn't really his fault,  feels bad about it but whats done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self : Be nicer .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-5223615333656664278?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5223615333656664278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/seasons-are-changing-and-waves-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/5223615333656664278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/5223615333656664278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/10/seasons-are-changing-and-waves-are.html' title='Seasons are changing and waves are crashing'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-269558447109021435</id><published>2009-09-30T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:02:45.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs19/i/2007/246/7/1/smile_by_dottydotcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 369px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs19/i/2007/246/7/1/smile_by_dottydotcom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The power of a smile can do wonders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-269558447109021435?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/269558447109021435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/269558447109021435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/269558447109021435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-730460310483445400</id><published>2009-09-30T02:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T02:43:52.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>This heart, it beats, beats for only you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This will be the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me, piss me off , tell me everything  you told me was just a lie , tell me things will never ever work out , say you were just pretending all along , tell me im a complicated prick , ignore me , don't say a word , hate me cause im anything but perfect , abandon what used to be good ,  tell yourself it was not worth the time , say you can do so much better , tell your friends im a hopeless desperate bitch , tell me how you can never accept me for me,  pretend i wasn't there when  you clearly saw me , tell yourself i was never serious enough to carry your emotional baggage .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when it comes down to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes , it hurts so much you can't imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can definitely do so much better without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-730460310483445400?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/730460310483445400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-heart-it-beats-beats-for-only-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/730460310483445400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/730460310483445400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-heart-it-beats-beats-for-only-you.html' title='This heart, it beats, beats for only you'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-6722042992238873108</id><published>2009-09-28T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:55:36.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>Esthers latest post of Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Esthers latest blog post is about snatch thieves and it somehow inspired me to blog a little or alot on this subject. We all know about them, heard about them ,read about them and even witnessed them. Unfortunately not many people can do anything about it or wants to do anything about it and anyone of us can be a victim.&lt;br /&gt;These son of a bitches should have their balls roasted, sliced and diced and stuffed down their throats.  Living in this generation is so dangerous nowadays you can even get robbed or raped just walking to the shop across the street. Honestly im just wondering, are these savages really that lazy? i mean if they can use up energy to get on a bike and lurke on unsuspecting victims and rob them, risking their lives of getting caught beaten up and jailed when all they can do is really very simple, so simple&lt;br /&gt;GET A JOB!&lt;br /&gt;Im sure even with their lack of intelligence , probably due to their undeveloped brain they can somehow contribute to society and earn money the correct way. I mean how do they sleep knowing they just killed a person or more just to support their addiction to god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, nowadays snatch thievies and smashing car windows when the car is staioned at a traffic light or at the side of the road etc. Mainly because most women tend to place their hand bags on the car seat attracting those undeveloped fuckheads.&lt;br /&gt;So ladies avoid making this mistake by putting your bags under the seat or somewhere hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from a forum site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“After waiting for about five minutes, two youths on a motorcycle rode past us and made a U-turn to approach my car. We did not suspect anything amiss, thinking that they were visiting my friend’s brother, but, to our horror, they smashed the car window and snatched my friend’s handbag.&lt;br /&gt;“Everything happened in the blink of an eye and my friend also suffered minor cuts from the shattered glass. The incident has left me paranoid whenever I am driving, especially at night or at traffic light junctions.&lt;br /&gt;“I learned the hard way that even though I was in my car, it is still not safe,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;She also related another incident that happened to a friend, who was attacked while driving her child home. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not only did the crooks took her valuables, they even stabbed the toddler in in the thigh before zooming off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONESTLY was that necessary??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another even more bolder move is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of men would be waiting inside a car looking for their next victim and most of the time we walk by cars without noticing people happen to be in them, so just as the woman is walking by the car, the man would emerge from the which everside of the window the woman happen to be passing by grab her bag and the driver would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt; drive off. There is no choice but to let the bag go and those brutal bastards would just drive off slowly as its impossible for the woman to out run a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They may be undeveloped but they sure can come up with smart tactics to rob people.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i wish i was a dude at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuckers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cause their life is over doesn't mean they gotta take someone else life away.&lt;br /&gt;but thats the ugly fucked up truth.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully they believe in karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what comes around goes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-6722042992238873108?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6722042992238873108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/esthers-latest-post-of-justice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6722042992238873108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6722042992238873108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/esthers-latest-post-of-justice.html' title='Esthers latest post of Justice'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-7938943522295974777</id><published>2009-09-28T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:38:17.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>It's the beat that my heart skips when I'm with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Class resume today an as usual mondays class is always boring.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways after class Me, Filz and Hanis headed off to Pyramid for some girl time, haven't been to pyramid in ages with them.  We ate at Secret Recipe, the amount of cheese the put on the mac and cheese, no doubt it was delicious eventhough i wasn't able to finish, but it did burn a hole in my wallet, i feel broke.&lt;br /&gt;I will get a job during the holidays which is kazillion days away but i plan to work at a pet saloon, fortunately theres one nearby leisure mall.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : I feel the need to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-7938943522295974777?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7938943522295974777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-beat-that-my-heart-skips-when-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/7938943522295974777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/7938943522295974777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-beat-that-my-heart-skips-when-im.html' title='It&apos;s the beat that my heart skips when I&apos;m with you'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-4026085184914386889</id><published>2009-09-28T01:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:01:56.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partay'/><title type='text'>Pop those bottles and shake that ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So recently i went to MOS, sort of a tradition everytime Sam gets back from Aussie, i forgotten how fun it is, im proud of myself that i deprived myself from going clubbing for almost 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo , it was infact a very fun night, sadly it had to end a tad bit early since everyone was leaving and or tired, but nevertheless it was a fun night full of booze and dancing till your feet hurt. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Sr-njcF621I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C062mKNVcK8/s400/7124_282766950421_527220421_8902093_7744297_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386207906636684114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s : im not sure why the picture quality is so shit, must be blogpsot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Sr-kfZvQxwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4qFbH4og2bo/s1600-h/7124_282766800421_527220421_8902067_4671118_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-4026085184914386889?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4026085184914386889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/pop-those-bottles-and-shake-that-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/4026085184914386889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/4026085184914386889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/pop-those-bottles-and-shake-that-ass.html' title='Pop those bottles and shake that ass'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Sr-kwBdEA8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/9cczQjSbu_w/s72-c/7124_282766780421_527220421_8902063_7163171_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-6172178521235673588</id><published>2009-09-21T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:00:28.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Its not a big deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't understand the reason why dad has to make a big deal out of absolutely nothing. Basically i went out with Sam, Becs, Negar and Chern and the family too went out for dinner and i presume they were on the way home since they called to ask if i was still in Pyramid or not but i was wrong so i came home earlier then they did and thought meh, ill just wait in the neighbours house since they politely asked if i wanted to wait inside.&lt;br /&gt;Dad gets all bitchy coz he and the neighbour are no longer on good term.s and he apparently doesn't wanna "owe him any favours" , Singaporeans are so 'kiasu' sometimes. I mean seriously WHAT IS THE BIG DEAL?&lt;br /&gt;Not like i went against his wishes or whatever, all i did was come home earlier then they did.&lt;br /&gt;Please someone point out what i did which is against the parents law.&lt;br /&gt;Dads Answer:  I didn't call&lt;br /&gt;Ok so if i did call i would still have to wait at Sams place for them to pick me up, whats the difference of waiting at Sams place then a house next to mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it gets so frustrating having to abide by his anal ways, i mean i know parents do weird shit and make up stupid rules to protect us from the outside world and any bodily harm but im not 10, i can cross the road without having to hold your hand or have you check up on me 24/7 .   Yes i do know that the world is a dangerous place where rapist , child molesters , kidnappers , murderers, psychopath , pedophiles etc lurk among every corner, but thing is, we are not going to live forever, true there are a 1000 things in one day that can kill you but thats how life is.&lt;br /&gt;I know i sound like the typical rebelious teenager who just wants to have fun, but i do analyze the situation and maybe in my eyes i believe i didn't do anything wrong, but since im studying and using up dads money i have to be under his daddy radar.&lt;br /&gt;At this age we are suppose to have fun, fall in love, get dumped, get pissed drunk, party all night, make all sorts of mistakes we will later on regret, but the best part about being young is that eventhough we make mistakes and do crazy shit each of those regrets and crazy ass moments makes us who we will be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine if all of us were holy sister marys? like little catholic school girls/boys, following every rule and not going out of line? even the parents would get bored. They only make up these silly rules is because when they were young they did crazy shit as well, probably crazier .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i don't get it coz im young and modernised , let me tell you something, we are suppose to mess things up, get in trouble etc&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;Coz we're young, you cant exactly continue your legacy of  being the wildest drunk who walks around on his hands till he/she passes out when you're 35. We will all soon retire from the messed up fun party world when we realise we need to stop fucking around and get serious, and right now it isn't the time, yet.&lt;br /&gt;So do what you have to do before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-6172178521235673588?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6172178521235673588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-big-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6172178521235673588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6172178521235673588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-big-deal.html' title='Its not a big deal'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-4561912818993227398</id><published>2009-09-20T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:00:26.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Im ready to bust a move</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately i realized that i spend most of time at college then i do at home, and when im not in college i feel like should be in college with my people. I won't be seeing anyone for a whole entire week, and i think there are assignments due after the Hari Raya break but im not sure, i need to call Hanis up. She knows everything (:  .  Currently i have been eating alot lately, i just had a light lunch and 5 pieces of bread with tuna and mayo. I love tuna and mayo. Im thinking about cooking up so Bacon or Sausages with cheese cubes innit, but i hate cooking.&lt;br /&gt;I need to exercise, im starting to feel really fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i tell you that our ID 1 presentation went horribly? for everyone actually. I mean i think for out very first group project in which she didn't really teach us anything turned out pretty darn good. True we didn't put in our 110% but we did work hard on it and i would say that everyone did a good job on their bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI : I really really feel like having some pastries right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs40/f/2009/041/c/e/cedd01f7d61c055c166bcd1bb1fc1755.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 332px;" src="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs40/f/2009/041/c/e/cedd01f7d61c055c166bcd1bb1fc1755.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-4561912818993227398?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4561912818993227398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-ready-to-bust-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/4561912818993227398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/4561912818993227398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-ready-to-bust-move.html' title='Im ready to bust a move'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-5957925913960798637</id><published>2009-09-20T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:38:02.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I wanna see the sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad is planning to move the whole family nearer to sunway, that way it would be alot easier for us to go to college instead of having to go through the jam everyday, plus did i tell you i fell asleep at the wheel?! and i was certain i banged into the side beam, but apparently there was no scratches or dents, lucky me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it is officially Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hari Raya everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole of next week is a holiday, not really excited though, i prefer going to college honestly coz at least i have something to do rather then stay at home and do nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bored now.&lt;br /&gt;bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-5957925913960798637?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5957925913960798637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanna-see-sunrise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/5957925913960798637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/5957925913960798637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanna-see-sunrise.html' title='I wanna see the sunrise'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-2001108549884355886</id><published>2009-09-15T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:41:12.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>To love me even when you hate me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the writers of Greys Anatomy come up with the most meaningful lines that most people can relate to or makes viewers go "hey thats a pretty good quote" . Anyways i just finished watching Season 5 of GA , waiting for next season to air. Currently waiting for desperate housewives and ugly betty as well. So today was a very tiring yet sort-of fun day, we basically spent most of our time in my car driving to Taylors and around taylors looking for a print shop that would print A2 size. No luck. I shall go around asking some of the seniors, maybe they would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fill my blog with pretty pictures and lovey dovey or happy'ish quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jane-addiction&lt;/span&gt; (DA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/036/c/1/Puppy_Love_by_jane_addiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 481px;" src="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/036/c/1/Puppy_Love_by_jane_addiction.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only chance we get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We gotta take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-2001108549884355886?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2001108549884355886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-love-me-even-when-you-hate-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/2001108549884355886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/2001108549884355886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-love-me-even-when-you-hate-me.html' title='To love me even when you hate me'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-2557299468462234412</id><published>2009-09-13T03:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:49:58.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The ship is sinking, i gotta swim for it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have many assignments to do, and i rather watch tv series ,dramas and movies. I can't stop, its addictive,  like a fat boy wanting more chocolate cake. Which reminds me i have been having weird cravings, today i craved for cupcakes, and muffins and cake and late at night fried chick.&lt;br /&gt;The other day i was hanging out with Hanis and Filz and they were basically trying to cheer me up and eventhough i felt bad in the pits of my stomach i couldn't stop laughing,  so later me and filz went outside Orange to check out some worthy candidates for me, or at least worthy to Filz since she or everyone thinks i have the worse taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 more minutes till episode 3 of 1 litre of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like cute guys who makes my heart flutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 398px;" src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs16/f/2007/206/d/6/First_Love_2_by_MsCrys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We all have one. That first boy or girl who made your heart melt. The one you wanted to give your most cherished toy to simply because they made you feel so good and you wanted to do the same for them in return. No matter how old we get and where life takes us, we always hold a special place in our hearts for our first love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-2557299468462234412?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2557299468462234412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/ship-is-sinking-i-gotta-swim-for-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/2557299468462234412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/2557299468462234412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/ship-is-sinking-i-gotta-swim-for-it.html' title='The ship is sinking, i gotta swim for it'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-8241836879349761847</id><published>2009-09-07T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:25:14.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>heart shape bruises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My internet is back to normal, i don't have to reply on the shitty maxis broadband because its a piece of poo. I prefer streamyx any day eventhough it can get really fucked up at times. I need to buy an external hard drive, it saddens me to see my computer space decreasing day by day as i continue to download more and more.  I hate staying at home, there is absolutely nothing to do , besides using my laptop and not-doing-assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded a bunch of songs which i can't stop listening to. and my dad thinks im watching porn everytime he see me watching a movie on my lappie. and he doesn't call them porn he calls them 'X Films'  .  Dads -.-&lt;br /&gt;I would like to get a camera , seeing all the pretty photos on DA makes me want to get a camera and take photos like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it , by  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=iNeedChemicalX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs25/i/2008/076/1/1/Magnolia_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 281px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs25/i/2008/076/1/1/Magnolia_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;Im stuck on a boy&lt;br /&gt;Who fills me with joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-8241836879349761847?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8241836879349761847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/heart-shape-bruises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/8241836879349761847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/8241836879349761847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/heart-shape-bruises.html' title='heart shape bruises'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-6566376721306076976</id><published>2009-09-06T15:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:33:35.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making love on the backseat of your car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody reads my blog these days, i like it so i don't have to constantly update like mad to please my viewers. The only person who reads my blog or is allowed to read my blog is Esther. Anyways, so far this weekend i have manage to finish up zero assignments. I have to complete my Name Model, Furniture Design and our group project 'bus stop design'.&lt;br /&gt;Fun.  Can't wait to get started.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my new class schedule, it sucks big time because the only days which are free is Monday and Tuesday .  Friday has no class which leaves Wednesday to start in the afternoon and Thursday to start from morning and end at 5. I miss semester 1 where i had morning classes and the rest of the day was spent with my lovelies at pyramid or in studio L webcamming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI:  I need a new table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SqN3AkXdVsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5KouBoDwWoY/s1600-h/Picture0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SqN3AkXdVsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5KouBoDwWoY/s320/Picture0127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378273231656277698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SqN3AC9MGzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/auRtcz3Pvss/s1600-h/Picture0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SqN3AC9MGzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/auRtcz3Pvss/s320/Picture0126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378273222687726386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SqN2_pbN4PI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tUQr3TIjVGk/s1600-h/Picture0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SqN2_pbN4PI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tUQr3TIjVGk/s320/Picture0118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378273215834349810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SqN2_NRQ9bI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7K8kW6BYdb8/s1600-h/Picture0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SqN2_NRQ9bI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7K8kW6BYdb8/s320/Picture0117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378273208276415922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SqN3A9LJ9JI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7X6pLfW2pEA/s1600-h/Picture0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SqN3A9LJ9JI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7X6pLfW2pEA/s320/Picture0133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378273238315562130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-6566376721306076976?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6566376721306076976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/making-love-on-backseat-of-your-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6566376721306076976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6566376721306076976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/making-love-on-backseat-of-your-car.html' title='Making love on the backseat of your car'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SqN3AkXdVsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5KouBoDwWoY/s72-c/Picture0127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-8635434505201680706</id><published>2009-09-01T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:02:50.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>L to the O to the L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was totally bored and decided to just google whatever pops into my head and this is what i came across. I don't agree with every single thing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reasons Why Men Suck!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They make you want them over and over again, and each time they hurt you like before&lt;br /&gt;2. Just b/c it "feels right" means its ok. They completely forget about your feelings too. &lt;br /&gt;3. They make you want them over and over again, and each time they hurt you like before &lt;br /&gt;4. Male pattern baldness &lt;br /&gt;5. The geniuses tell your best friend secrets and expect them not to tell you &lt;br /&gt;6. When they’re w/ their girlfriend they look at other girls &lt;br /&gt;7. Scratch "their stuff" every 15 minutes &lt;br /&gt;8. Everything they do is a competition &lt;br /&gt;9. Toilet seat....terrible aim......got the picture? &lt;br /&gt;10. Um, hi my eyes are up here, stop staring at my chest &lt;br /&gt;11. They just can't be satisfied w/ one female &lt;br /&gt;12. They don't take no for an answer &lt;br /&gt;13. They’re hairy&lt;br /&gt;14. Take advantage when you’re most vulernable&lt;br /&gt;15. Think they could get anyone they wanted&lt;br /&gt;16. Love and leave&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell every friend how far they've gotten w/ you, or &lt;i&gt; lie &lt;/i&gt; about how far they've gotten with you&lt;br /&gt; 18. If they just break up w/ a girl.... 5 min later their already jumping on another one&lt;br /&gt;19. They say they'll call.... but never do&lt;br /&gt;20. Go after girls that are all hoochified but when you dress like that they make you cover up&lt;br /&gt;21. They let what their friends have to say impact them so much, it influences the decisions they make about everything&lt;br /&gt;22. When they make you cry they think its funny&lt;br /&gt;23. They feel "trapped"&lt;br /&gt;24. MENopause, MENstruation... etc.....&lt;br /&gt;25. Men think its never the right time to talk about the relationship&lt;br /&gt;26. No matter how many clothes are in their wardrobe they always wear the same thing&lt;br /&gt;27. Men dont know when you want them to lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Break up with you the day before your anniversary&lt;br /&gt;29. Promise things that they know they can't keep or intend on not keeping&lt;br /&gt;30. Like making fun of you when you do something wrong, as if they do everything perfectly all the time&lt;br /&gt;31. Think beer, partying, and girls are the best things on earth&lt;br /&gt;32. One word: cheap!(not all are but from our experiences...)&lt;br /&gt;33. Its not QUALITY that matters to them, but QUANTITY&lt;br /&gt;34. Don't like to share they're feelings&lt;br /&gt;35. Believe that women belong in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;36. After a couple months of dating they don't act sweet or try to impress you anymore&lt;br /&gt;37. Act totally different towards you when they are with their friends&lt;br /&gt;38. Most guys eat whatever they want and don't gain a pound, its so annoying&lt;br /&gt;39. They don't know how to say sorry when they do something wrong and learn to  stop doing it&lt;br /&gt;40. They don't take no for an answer&lt;br /&gt;41. They can't settle down. Its like they have to spread their seed to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;42. Their ebonics &lt;br /&gt;43. Pants are 4 sizes too big &lt;br /&gt;44. We must not forget their manly tales about stupid stuff they probably never did &lt;br /&gt;45. They think a smack on the butt and "you'll get 'em next time" is an appropriate way to end a four year relationship&lt;br /&gt;46. They think unhooking a woman's bra with one hand is a talent&lt;br /&gt;47. They will cheat on you if given half a chance, and then blame it on the girl&lt;br /&gt;48. It's okay, even encouraged for a guy to be a slut&lt;br /&gt;49. They never call when you want them to, or when they say they will&lt;br /&gt;50. They are obsessed with their penises&lt;br /&gt;51. After making love, they get up and raid the fridge...and the cynics say romance is dead&lt;br /&gt;52.  They will eat mysterious food, originating deep within the bowels of the fridge, as long as it doesn't "smell too bad"&lt;br /&gt;53. They're all looking for a "nice, funny, smart girl" who just happens to look like Pamela Anderson and has the libido of a rabbit&lt;br /&gt;54. Lesbian and catholic schoolgirl fetishes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the 54 reasons why men suck, im still rooting for the penis side (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-8635434505201680706?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8635434505201680706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/l-to-o-to-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/8635434505201680706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/8635434505201680706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/09/l-to-o-to-l.html' title='L to the O to the L'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-689458672830341519</id><published>2009-08-25T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:52:31.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Letting go takes love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To let go does not mean to stop caring,&lt;br /&gt;              it means I can't do it for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;           To let go is not to cut myself off,&lt;br /&gt;              it's the realization I can't control another.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To let go is not to enable,&lt;br /&gt;              but allow learning from natural consequences.&lt;br /&gt;           To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means&lt;br /&gt;              the outcome is not in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;           To let go is not to try to change or blame another,&lt;br /&gt;              it's to make the most of myself.&lt;br /&gt;           To let go is not to care for,&lt;br /&gt;              but to care about.&lt;br /&gt;           To let go is not to fix,&lt;br /&gt;              but to be supportive.&lt;br /&gt;           To let go is not to judge,&lt;br /&gt;              but to allow another to be a human being.&lt;br /&gt;           To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,&lt;br /&gt;              but to allow others to affect their destinies.&lt;br /&gt;           To let go is not to be protective,&lt;br /&gt;              it's to permit another to face reality.&lt;br /&gt;           To let go is not to deny,&lt;br /&gt;              but to accept.&lt;br /&gt;           To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,&lt;br /&gt;              but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.&lt;br /&gt;           To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,&lt;br /&gt;              but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.&lt;br /&gt;           To let go is not to criticize or regulate anybody,&lt;br /&gt;              but to try to become what I dream I can be.&lt;br /&gt;           To let go is not to regret the past,&lt;br /&gt;              but to grow and live for the future.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To let go is to fear less and love more&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular;"&gt;To let go and to let God, is to find peace !&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember: The time to love is short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Kudos to the Author , twas a beautiful piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-689458672830341519?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/689458672830341519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/letting-go-takes-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/689458672830341519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/689458672830341519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/letting-go-takes-love.html' title='Letting go takes love'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-4396272113078473155</id><published>2009-08-23T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:15:16.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Im just tripping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was told i was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;but what does that mean to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-4396272113078473155?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4396272113078473155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-just-tripping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/4396272113078473155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/4396272113078473155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-just-tripping.html' title='Im just tripping'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-8634917102472290622</id><published>2009-08-19T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:00:33.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't nothing gonna get to my flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I just realize or actually i already realized it earlier but just not wanting to admit the fact that i can be happy, i just choose not be. Im like a dark cloud always thinking of the negatives, never being optimistic about anything, which is why my relationships always fail or why i can never be happy.  Ok so yes its my fault that i never cared enough or never commit enough, and also i may be a little old fashion where i expect the guy to do everything, or almost everything. why because i don't want to feel like the boyfriend, yes i know i can't expect him to do everything then its like whats the point of being in a relationship. But its not like i don't want to show that i care, is just that i can't. I feel stupid and silly. Even if someone says 'you really like him don't you'  i feel lame to get involve in this puppy love nonsense. You can say i have commitment issues and probably i do from pass experiences with jerky no good boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i can always be the one to do everything first , 'cause i damn right can, but the thing is im tired of wasting my time and feelings for a guy who doesn't want me as much as i want them.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe the guy is exactly like me except a male version and hes probably thinking the same thing. I wouldn't know 'cause, i wait and wait and wait, eventually it will blow off and i move on, and he move on, we could have had something good but 'cause none of us are making a move nothing happens which totally sucks all because theres a lack of communication going on.&lt;br /&gt;I need a kick in the ass or to grow a pair of balls, i lack guts and straightforward characteristics which i need. I can't think now, my head is filled with stupid thoughts of him and also whats for dinner tonight and how will class be tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go to my corner and be sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--3      &lt;/div--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-8634917102472290622?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8634917102472290622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/aint-nothing-gonna-get-to-my-flow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/8634917102472290622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/8634917102472290622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/aint-nothing-gonna-get-to-my-flow.html' title='Ain&apos;t nothing gonna get to my flow'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-3494844180295474801</id><published>2009-08-18T17:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:12:14.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Fun in the mo'fukin sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;College just started yesterday and we didnt really do much, learnt about building construction and AutoCad.  Anyways today was quite a fun and unpredictable day, i spent it with Hanis , at first i was suppose to go and meet Thao and the others for ice-skating but i couldn't make it since i had to do some assignments but after i was done Vinod called to say it was cancelled so i ended up taking one whole round around sunway with Hanis, we then stopped at Sunway Hospital for starbucks, walked around to find the toilet and surau, instead of the usual sunway pyramid, although tomorrow since we have an afternoon class i might just spend it with Hanis and others who might tag along, doing god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i haven't uploaded pictures from the sort-of-not-really-picnic at KLCC park, with Hanis, Esther and Ziggy. We took tons and tons of pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Sop_XkcZ9II/AAAAAAAAACI/ZariymKV1pw/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Sop_XkcZ9II/AAAAAAAAACI/ZariymKV1pw/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371245548489274498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Sop_XK1rfTI/AAAAAAAAACA/F4nXs5lCqao/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Sop_XK1rfTI/AAAAAAAAACA/F4nXs5lCqao/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371245541615959346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Sop_WqtKmtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3hsz63uBInI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SoqEVSTGPVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ux5vHGxCess/s400/32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371251006816795986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SoqEodyHx0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/DjV5SFbfd9U/s1600-h/6732_1197773148263_1346535969_546636_2830581_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SoqEodyHx0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/DjV5SFbfd9U/s400/6732_1197773148263_1346535969_546636_2830581_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371251336317224770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im not exactly sure why the quality of the pictures came out so shit -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-3494844180295474801?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3494844180295474801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-in-mofukin-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/3494844180295474801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/3494844180295474801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-in-mofukin-sun.html' title='Fun in the mo&apos;fukin sun'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Sop_XkcZ9II/AAAAAAAAACI/ZariymKV1pw/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-826378714150808924</id><published>2009-08-08T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:38:38.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Excited ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In exactly 10hours i will be seeing my homies who i have not seen in ages besides hanis, well it would be just me Hanis and Esther, Filz is still in Brunei :( . Anyways we shall be having a picnic, not really those picnic-picnics, pretty much we are just getting starbucks and mcdonalds and heading to the klcc park and sitting on the grass and eating, being one with mother nature.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, i have this urge to watch this malay/indo movie called 'Heart' ? apparently its really sad and a chick flick romantic movie, which is why i want to watch it.  Coz its sad and typical love triangle movie.  Im such a chick.  If my internet wasn't so shit i would have been able to download it just like that *snap*  . Unfortunately its sucks. Oh did i mention i was able to go on facebook and ebuddy on my phone? yes its such an amazing thing because i was able to figure it out and best thing is, theres not charge because im using the maxis broadband simcard, so yay me, although i don't really use it since i have my lappie lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways im off to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;Ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-826378714150808924?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/826378714150808924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/826378714150808924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/826378714150808924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/excited.html' title='Excited ?'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-8584156452957303533</id><published>2009-08-05T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:14:13.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Im just a little caught in the middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Snmu7PEmYMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/v00ir8uFnWg/s1600-h/IMGP0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Snmu7PEmYMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/v00ir8uFnWg/s320/IMGP0646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366512763669995714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true&lt;br /&gt;baby there wouldn't be a simple thing we couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-8584156452957303533?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8584156452957303533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-just-little-caught-in-middle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/8584156452957303533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/8584156452957303533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-just-little-caught-in-middle.html' title='Im just a little caught in the middle'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Snmu7PEmYMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/v00ir8uFnWg/s72-c/IMGP0646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-995125506632249086</id><published>2009-08-05T01:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T02:12:38.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I have no more fight left</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the fact that blogspot doesn't have one of those password protected post, or maybe it does but im just stupid and can't set it on a protected post. Whatever , its not like anyone actually reads my blog right? I don't have any fight left in me to fight off everyday problems life has to throw at me. Im weak probably a pussy who can't handle shit i admit, and no im not creating 'fake drama', i would love to have fake drama to make my life so interesting it could be made in to a series, its probably my hormones talking here.&lt;br /&gt;Im so confused out of my mind and its fucked up coz this has happened so often im honestly sick of it. Its like crossing the damn finish line but taking a huge step backwards.  I don't get where i went wrong, well  i will find out sooner or later when i actually gather up my courage or grow a pair of balls to just ask. I feel like having a picnic, enjoy what nature has to offer, blow some bubbles and lay in the grass which is what i will be doing with Hanis and Esther on saturday if its on, hopefully it is, im so tired of staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry so badly but  i can't, maybe im dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna go watch tv or eat.&lt;br /&gt;yay for technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s  you are still a jerk and a tool , grow a pair of balls and face me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth will set you free.&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw this just made my day&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Snh5Rg2qpVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tEaxoywZnks/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Snh5Rg2qpVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tEaxoywZnks/s320/lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366172297795904850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-995125506632249086?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/995125506632249086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-no-more-fight-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/995125506632249086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/995125506632249086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-no-more-fight-left.html' title='I have no more fight left'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/Snh5Rg2qpVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tEaxoywZnks/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-6120802905366265219</id><published>2009-08-04T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:39:41.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Wouldn't it be nice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately i've been having those mood swings where i just don't feel like doing anything besides, eat , go on neopets or sleep. Holiday is almost ending and i haven't finish that damn layout i promised everyone i would, i still i have the App layout to go , and eventhough they are laid back and ask me to take my time, i really really want to get this done but im procrastinating as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i havent been doing any cardio exercises and i would do some tomorrow, i have to , lose all those holidays fats that have been builiding up. Oh did i mention, i bought bubbles the other day with Vinod and it made my day , eventhough people looked at me like i was retarded, but its cool, i had Vinod for backup :D .&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure why im feeling shitty, or maybe i do know but just don't want to admit it.  I really feel like going for a run now but its like 1:18am , i need a treadmill , i doubt daddy would buy one and even if we did we wouldnt have a place to put it. Im planning to secretly get a membership at the gym nearby college secreatly as dad and mum thinks its pointless going to the gym at this age, mainly coz they think its a waste of money but really, if you look good, you feel good, vice versa. *thumbsup*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SncgbAvqVLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/X9jpLCeXZts/s1600-h/Picture0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SncgbAvqVLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/X9jpLCeXZts/s320/Picture0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365793129463698610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iforgotten how comfy pjs are &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and i found my new facebook picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-6120802905366265219?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6120802905366265219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6120802905366265219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6120802905366265219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/08/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t it be nice?'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SncgbAvqVLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/X9jpLCeXZts/s72-c/Picture0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-7597075453965219447</id><published>2009-07-31T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:56:26.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Who put the glad in gladiator?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just got back from Becca's place, and a day with my chicks Vinod , Claire and Hanif. We spent the afternoon in the cc playing left4dead also most of the time we were  having trouble connecting to a game and when the game is working just fine, i had to leave.  Becca's housewarming party was pretty fun, i met some not-your-typical-ACCA-sunway-peoples :D  . Then we started talking about pickup lines, and im itching to do the 'Wanna see a firework display'  pickup-line. I shall try it on hanis when i see her.  Honestly guys, pickup lines do not work 100% of the time, well unless the girl has a really weird sense of humour or is totally wasted, frankly i love pickup lines , makes me laugh like mad. lol .&lt;br /&gt;Its so hot lately that i have no mood to burn calories,  i was suppose to take Milo for a walk but ended up not doing it since it was hot and i was a tad bit lazy.&lt;br /&gt;btw&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any chick flicks ? i would gladly love to borrow to waste my holiday away .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-7597075453965219447?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7597075453965219447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-put-glad-in-gladiator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/7597075453965219447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/7597075453965219447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-put-glad-in-gladiator.html' title='Who put the glad in gladiator?'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-1281107626832534228</id><published>2009-07-29T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:47:05.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Lets get high on poptarts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you all know i recently have a new phone and im dying to know how i can go on facebook or blog or msn with it, first things first, how do i even connect it to the net. Im a dumbass when it comes to tech stuff, which is why guy friends are important, they help you with the tech'y stuff.  I used to be able to connect and even go on youtube with my old motorola phone unfortunately it would hang or freeze everytime i go on it too long. Im excited about thursday as ill be going over to Becca's place for her housewarming and best thing of all is, she has starbucks near her place :D isn't it grand? Also on Friday ill be seeing my chicks, Vinod and Claire &lt;3 i miss them.  Thats the only thing i can look forward to.  I miss taking photos, so on Thursday and Friday i shall go wild with my camera, that is if i don't forget to bring it.. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting hungry, i shall go search the kitchen for something edible to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; p.s my sisters solar powered bobbing head snowman is creeping me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-1281107626832534228?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1281107626832534228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-get-high-on-poptarts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/1281107626832534228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/1281107626832534228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-get-high-on-poptarts.html' title='Lets get high on poptarts'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-5001848704087609681</id><published>2009-07-27T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:03:21.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Minus Calories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I burned  127 calories today.&lt;br /&gt;I feel almost lighter now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-5001848704087609681?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5001848704087609681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/07/minus-calories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/5001848704087609681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/5001848704087609681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/07/minus-calories.html' title='Minus Calories'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-5686854348410437831</id><published>2009-07-26T03:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:54:08.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>Another sleepless night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just got off the phone with Vinod who was giving me 'the talk' with the problems i've been having lately. And it did make me feel a tad bit better, he always knows how to cheer me up (:  , Anyways i've come to realized i do things without thinking and i end up hurting someone i never meant to hurt. I regretted doing alot of things and if i could go back in time and change what i did, i probably would have. Eventhough they say  'You learn from your mistakes' , i just can't accept it. I do admit im not the nicest being you would come across and sometimes its better not to give a shit. I know you're probably thinking  "geez, get over yourself already" well no i wont, im going to whine about my pathetic problems until i cant whine any longer.  I feel like having some ice blended caramel cream and a ciggerette .  Also i've been debating whether i should get a haircut, or a trim atleast. Maybe chop it off till its at shoulder length or even shorter? nah. I look like poo in short hair. Bad times.  There are times i wish i lived in a condo with a balcony so i could sneak a smoke or two when i can't sleep.  Im getting really addicted to the facebook application games especially 'barn buddy' . And i always gave the  'what-the-fuck' face when my friends tell me they go on facebook just for the games.&lt;br /&gt;Im getting sleepy now and i think i might just try to fall asleep once again.&lt;br /&gt;I hope when i wake up today it would be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SmtiRh23h9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/iX9AoyUrPts/s1600-h/wpr-regrets-cookie-image.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SmtiRh23h9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/iX9AoyUrPts/s320/wpr-regrets-cookie-image.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362487834600507346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-5686854348410437831?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5686854348410437831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-sleepless-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/5686854348410437831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/5686854348410437831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-sleepless-night.html' title='Another sleepless night'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SmtiRh23h9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/iX9AoyUrPts/s72-c/wpr-regrets-cookie-image.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-6034386885848734776</id><published>2009-07-25T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:19:52.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homies'/><title type='text'>Homies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SmsFlzC4mZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/c_l2iR6N8kg/s1600-h/6800_221818115477_641185477_7446588_2168228_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SmsFlzC4mZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/c_l2iR6N8kg/s320/6800_221818115477_641185477_7446588_2168228_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362385928230312338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the reason why i enjoy college (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my homies , seriously i want college to start so i have a reason to get out of the house and see my chicks.  Im craving for starbucks now, ice blended caramel cream, stupid Cliff doesn't appreciate having starbucks near his place, what a waste. The nearest Starbucks is like 15minutes away... by car, and i can't be assed to drive also dad is here and he start complaining about petrol or whatever. Im excited about next week, being able to see Queeny and Becca, and probably going over to her place to keep her company which means Starbucks :D . Also i will be able to meet up with Clarissa and Vinod for some girl and girl talk, and yes Vinod if you are reading this, you are a chick. ;)   Im gonna miss our random conversations on the telephone, seriously i cannot have the conversation we have with anyone else. I shall miss you my silly little chick  when you leave to the UK pretending to be all British. Silly little chick ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i shall give him a call now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-6034386885848734776?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6034386885848734776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/07/homies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6034386885848734776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/6034386885848734776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/07/homies.html' title='Homies'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SmsFlzC4mZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/c_l2iR6N8kg/s72-c/6800_221818115477_641185477_7446588_2168228_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-8519729120712918406</id><published>2009-07-25T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T04:42:24.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Sleep Deprived</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im not sure wth im doing up this late , i went to bed at about 2.30am and now its 4:24am. I havent been able to sleep , maybe its due to the bowl of tom yam i had. I can feel it digesting.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im just overly excited about upcoming events.  Im looking through heaps of photos on facebook which is taking forever due to the crappy internet maxis broadband has to offer although the services can kiss my if-i-were-a-guy balls, eventhough they promised us customers good internet and download speed. what a piece of poo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try and sleep now&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-8519729120712918406?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8519729120712918406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleep-deprived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/8519729120712918406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/8519729120712918406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleep-deprived.html' title='Sleep Deprived'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554979724294533955.post-8859736314749666204</id><published>2009-07-24T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T04:42:04.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Freshie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So changed to blogspot instead of starting in xanga because everything is so limited and the pretty layouts looks so shit in xanga because i cant hide some things. Anyways recently i havent been updating as there is nothing to blog about, oh there is one thing actually, daddy just got me a new phone and its pretty in white. Also i haven't been going out as much as i would have , i don't really have the mood to club at the moment. Well , i shall go cook something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SmniK8zPKzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WyMQS2nbYw/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SmniK8zPKzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WyMQS2nbYw/s320/Picture0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362065509108886322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554979724294533955-8859736314749666204?l=candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8859736314749666204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/07/freshie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/8859736314749666204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554979724294533955/posts/default/8859736314749666204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyflavouredtrash.blogspot.com/2009/07/freshie.html' title='Freshie'/><author><name>candyflavouredtrash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02098545085681852489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N16lcy5lcLA/SmniK8zPKzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4WyMQS2nbYw/s72-c/Picture0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
