<?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-28090637</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:38:47.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>splashh-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28090637.post-5482430159466194251</id><published>2007-07-23T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T01:58:17.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jokes</title><content type='html'>on the 20th july, a day before harry potter and the deathly hallows were being released to the public, there were a few girls seated on the front doors of the bookstore queuing up already. and i thought to myself, it's normal. in fact, the first person who came to queue for the book came at 9 AM! and she was so furious that she was the SECOND person to get hold of the book when the Order of the pheonix came out.  (erhh... okayyyyyyy   -.-") &lt;br /&gt;anyways i went for lunch and i met two friends of my colleague. they were shocked to hear that there's people queuing up already. and they wanted to give 50cents coins to those girls seated on the floor. so the first thing tt came to my mind was.. maybe they thought tt those girls looked like beggars. but i was wronged. haha! she did the "coin inserting action" and she added cos their buttcracks were showing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you think that those buttcracks look like a piggy bank back that you can insert a coin in them!?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and great! no roommate, i dun mind not having one but i dont like rooming with a randomly allocated person! oh wells, i can always shift home. bahhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-5482430159466194251?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/5482430159466194251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=5482430159466194251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/5482430159466194251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/5482430159466194251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/07/jokes.html' title='jokes'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-6961138140437507604</id><published>2007-07-11T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:55:55.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGRY, PMS-Y</title><content type='html'>felt so irritated and pms-y nowadays. it seems like someone has stepped on the invisible tail of mine! i am always right about the first impression i have of the person i just got to know- at least for most of the time i would say. im fine with most people but if you are not fine with me, you can always dont follow leave me alone. dont tag along with us if you think that we are wasting your time. i mean we have our own space, by all means just go ahead with your own plans. sometimes, i like to be alone rather than with around with someone whom i don't 'click' well with. things coming out from your mouth - i could actually consider them as passing comments. nothing to take note of at all. why do you need to be so kiasu and kiasi? i know these are signs of singaporeans but we're not salesman! we are just serving customers and get our pay from the company and not by commission or whatsoever. so ... RELAXXXXX! CHILLLLL.   * sigh... maybe i should be the one chilling down and not get so agitated*  im sorry i cant help it.  you can say im bitchy! i dun care! i dun give a damn bout it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-6961138140437507604?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/6961138140437507604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=6961138140437507604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/6961138140437507604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/6961138140437507604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/07/angry-pms-y.html' title='ANGRY, PMS-Y'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-4872095678211920827</id><published>2007-07-03T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T00:49:58.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHTMARE</title><content type='html'>horrible nightmare- i dreamt of something which most of my 4 truth friends wouldn't want it to happen. (haha) i can't believe it that i dreamt of daryl confessing to me that she's a les and she sorta with ...(you-know-who)! that's horrifying! the part that she told me she was a les was not the horrifying part but the part that she said that she's with you-know-who is damn scarryyy! i'm fortunate to say that it's just  a dream. *phew* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally found a new job! and now, it's time to consider the important question that is to join the jcrc or not ? studies is impt, and earning extra income is also impt, time management is also very impt, so so so... what should i do next? what's the next step?  ROARR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-4872095678211920827?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/4872095678211920827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=4872095678211920827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/4872095678211920827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/4872095678211920827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/07/nightmare.html' title='NIGHTMARE'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-1297565867792387758</id><published>2007-07-02T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:45:40.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NORMAL DAY</title><content type='html'>i realised my handwriting is really horrible! i can't figure out what i am writing. i tried to write the draft for AGM report and as usual -writer's block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss mikaela cos she's gonna abandon me and i'll be left alone in hell( workplace)! surprisingly, i heard lotsa things bout what the manager did to other workers. finger pointing, shouting and more finger pointing! is that the way to manage your team of workers? you need them more than they need you to run the whole restaurant! treat them better! i have learnt to be cleverer, talk less, ignore things. pay day is in two days time! cool to work for a week and then stopped for a month and it's time to collect pay! but the sum is not that fantastic but at least i do have some cash on hand to spend(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother of mine is heading to hongkong again. *friggin rich bitch!*(haha) gonna ask him to get as many nice stuffs for me as possible. i would really love a pair of shoes, a belt and a bag(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hope everything will be fine for both of you! cool down and talk things over nicely okays? (: *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-1297565867792387758?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/1297565867792387758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=1297565867792387758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/1297565867792387758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/1297565867792387758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/07/normal-day.html' title='NORMAL DAY'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-9025230940732759620</id><published>2007-06-24T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T23:34:27.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFUSED</title><content type='html'>it has been a long time since i went to sentosa! it has changed quite a lot! maybe i was a mountain tortoise or so. my friend held her 21st party at the resort. WOAH.. the scenery there was great! and the atmosphere was really nice. the resort really suits couples! it's really cozy with like a jacuzzi on the second level( if you book the one with access to the rooftop). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling unhappy bout someone. i dont really noe the reason why im looking at her in a different view. prolly because im an easily influenced person but it really gets on my nerve to see tt person trying to get attention. if you want it, then go for it! dont try to act like you dont want it! maybe you really dont want it, but you are acting like you want it so badly. i dont know man... i really bth alr. prolly might wanna stay away from you for quite sometime. maybe it's just me. me and my weird habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-9025230940732759620?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/9025230940732759620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=9025230940732759620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/9025230940732759620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/9025230940732759620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/06/confused.html' title='CONFUSED'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-2612122324780859296</id><published>2007-06-14T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:58:33.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIDICULOUS SHIT!</title><content type='html'>sometimes you irritated the shit outta me, you know! ppl might think that you are so poor thing and thus here you go... A PAIR OF LISTENING EARS for you! but you go yacking like a girl! A PUSSY! GRRRR!!! yes i know you are a thoughtful friend but somethings ppl might not want the others to know. so let's keep mum bout it! SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! if you want to do something to make ppl happy, you can do it yourself. i dun want to be a clown cos i dont even know the truth bout wat's going on. not saying im not a caring , thoughtful friend but sometimes you need to be SENSITIVE bout issues! and please mind your own business if possible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me so angry for nothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-2612122324780859296?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2612122324780859296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=2612122324780859296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/2612122324780859296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/2612122324780859296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/06/ridiculous-shit.html' title='RIDICULOUS SHIT!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-4022164849071006857</id><published>2007-06-14T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:51:20.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIDICULOUS ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-4022164849071006857?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/4022164849071006857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=4022164849071006857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/4022164849071006857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/4022164849071006857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/06/ridiculous.html' title='RIDICULOUS ?'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-818700901911230522</id><published>2007-06-10T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:15:32.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT  A DAY, YUMMS.</title><content type='html'>stayed at home today. there's nothing to do at all! i need a job but i am just too lazy to call them up. saw a few offers in the recruit but the pay was not that fantastic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went to Waraku restaurant with the bitch of 2007( haha) and char. oh my goshh,the food is really yummylicious and it's worth the money spent! while waiting for our turn to get a seat, we were offered drinks(ginger ale, lemon tea and coke).we thought that the ginger ale was not bad and so char oredered it. while i was craving for alcohol, i oredered lime chu-hi and i recommended the bitch maccha float! WOW... then the drinked were served, we were delighted yet disappointed cos the ginger ale was from a canned drink :(  the rest was great! then we ordered ebi cheese udon, miso ramen ( doesnt taste like maggie mee quality) and some other dishes which obviously i cant rememeber the names. the miso ramen was really nice cos of the soup base. and i found out that their chefs are really from japan ( that's a plus plus plus points for restaurant!). after the dinner, i was like slightly drunk? cos i finished the whole big glass of chu-hi by myself! and the bitch and char starts to like laugh at me! cos they said i was talking randomly and laughing non-stop.  oh wells... ha. anyway the restaurant is situated at central shooping centre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:hingman-- if you rmb, the restaurant was the one that we were staring at when amanda and hazel went to toilet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop: MA MAISON! another great jap western restaurant! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we headed to play mahjong at bitch's place. and i reached home at like 4 am ! before i left home for dinner, i told my dad that i would be home by 10 pm which i did not. my parents were awake at 4 am when i reached home, and i found out that my siblings were not back yet. so after i washed my feet, i asked my mom.. so am i the earliest to reach home?! haha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-818700901911230522?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/818700901911230522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=818700901911230522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/818700901911230522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/818700901911230522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-day-yumms.html' title='WHAT  A DAY, YUMMS.'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-5791616992407973364</id><published>2007-06-07T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:58:21.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK!</title><content type='html'>finally got the top part of the braces on. and i thought i could change the colour but i was too late. he cut the black rubber out alr so ive to put black again! now i really have difficulty eating. as what amanda says, it feels very 'suan'- like whole teeth filled with lactic acid. haa... so annoying! and cos it's black colour, i look like im having rotten teeth. before that, i had my lower braces on but most ppl didnt notice it till i laugh, so it's not so bad. now, cant smile already! ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with daffy,nigga and cb liow on tues. daffy and i laughed non stop when we saw liow! he looks much older! as usual we bitched for like few hours before we headed home.we found out that each of us has the PASSION when we bitch bout certain ppl! ha. and before that, can you believe that daffy and i fell asleep in the theatres when we watched pirates?! it's so lengthy! yawn-- moreover both of us woke up so early that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got my PATHETIC pay worth $482.50! and had like $31.60 deducted for... i dunno what for?! maybe cos i broke those glasses? it's so shittified lah! it's not enough for me to spend! i need a NEW JOB! borders... can you read this!? ha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-5791616992407973364?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/5791616992407973364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=5791616992407973364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/5791616992407973364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/5791616992407973364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/06/black.html' title='BLACK!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-7454546197425446628</id><published>2007-06-02T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:32:08.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FACES</title><content type='html'>went for interview, hope everything turns out fine? &lt;br /&gt;called syl and happened that she was free to hang out for like one hour? &lt;br /&gt;met a lot of ppl in town, more than five! and that includes my bro! ha.&lt;br /&gt;im so darn poor, really need my pay. and then two-third of it will go to my mom cos i owe her like darn lots of money too! ha. damn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a sinner  ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-7454546197425446628?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/7454546197425446628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=7454546197425446628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/7454546197425446628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/7454546197425446628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/06/faces.html' title='FACES'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-4369175659793635952</id><published>2007-05-26T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T00:24:55.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anticipated to go to work months before exams end cos i think i was desperate for money and now... im so hating it. i mean it's like who can tolerate a workplace whereby there's so many two-faced ppl? or ppl with split personality?! dont fucking yell at me and hello... i aint not stupid cos i UNDERSTAND and i can SENSE your fucking sarcasm! not saying that the pay you are giving is high... so please BE GLAD that im helping you to work for long hours! &lt;/strike&gt;i just hope that someone will get food poisoning and sue your outlet &lt;/strike&gt;* okay i shall not be so bad* im so sinful... GOSH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy that i got my shrek's ear! wahahahaa. at first the man didnt give me the pair of ears lah ! then i went back to ask for it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i paid $8.85 for my meal and the pair of SHREK'S ear and i didnt get it. can i have it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man: huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he's a foreigner or maybe he wants me to speak in the fairytale way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need money badly. ha, so many things to buy and transportation fees is really scarying me! boohooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-4369175659793635952?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/4369175659793635952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=4369175659793635952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/4369175659793635952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/4369175659793635952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/05/anticipated-to-go-to-work-months-before.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-3060390061487251263</id><published>2007-05-04T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:17:17.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO WORK!</title><content type='html'>back to work, and i was late ( haha) &lt;br /&gt;forgot most of the table no. , &lt;br /&gt;forgot the drinks' name too, &lt;br /&gt;forgot the different discounts,&lt;br /&gt;forgot the cashiering work,&lt;br /&gt;forgot how to set the table,&lt;br /&gt;forgot the break time limit &lt;br /&gt;but i remember how to make my fav ice lemon tea!  RARR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have swollen toes due to bad blood flow cos i worked for long hours after so many months. glad that 'jake' is joining me! hope she can tahan the working environment, and ignore those annoying workers in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im damn bad cos the dishwasher uncle asked me to place the tray of glasses on the rack and not the counter but i didnt noe who he was pointing to. why do i not know that he was pointing at me? cos he has crossed eyes ,so i dunno who was he looking at. im so mean!  =X so sorry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this guy who looks like edwin from cj but of goz he is like shorter? (no offence but i dont know why most of the guys i know nowadays are short) i look like giant beside them lah! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-3060390061487251263?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/3060390061487251263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=3060390061487251263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/3060390061487251263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/3060390061487251263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-to-work.html' title='BACK TO WORK!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-4881056436080289559</id><published>2007-05-03T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T00:52:46.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIDICULOUS?</title><content type='html'>met up with two of my friends and everytime i meet them, the same questions were asked over and over again. &lt;br /&gt;" can you not be so picky with guys?!" , " when are you gonna get one?!" &lt;br /&gt;like what the hell... it's not what i can control. and im not being picky. the problem is there's none for me to pick! it's so lame lah... it's true that they know how to dress femininely or put make-up. BUT the point is ... IM NOT YOU, so please dont try to change me! if they like me, they will like me for who and what i am. not those powders and clothings to hide the flaws i have. yes and i kknow that girls should pamper themselves but i do it in the different way. dont try to make me dress like most of the people seen in orchard road-- there's thousands of you on the street lah cos they dress alike! so why cant both of you just let me wear my pants and shorts?! why must i wear dresses to show that im a girl?! im not angry or what.i just find that it's ridiculous. i dont know how to talk you ppl around. end of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-4881056436080289559?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/4881056436080289559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=4881056436080289559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/4881056436080289559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/4881056436080289559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/05/ridiculous.html' title='RIDICULOUS?'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-5158200462658490810</id><published>2007-05-01T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:17:46.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO DEAD</title><content type='html'>oh my gosh, i m sick. how am i going to like study? i havent start studying for physics since ytd! so much time wasted. i dont know what i ate that has caused me diarrhea and maybe sooner or later i will be puking. bleahs =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cassie wassie has became more matured. she changed a lot, but i dont why she has changed. i mean it's a good thing that someone has changed for the better. it's just that i want to know wat has caused someone to change. it's interesting lah. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have everything planned for my holidays. big money is coming my way. however, i think im going to repay the debts i owe my mom last month--- freaking 300 bucks i borrowed and i don't know where i spent. im mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, i had lunch jsut now at a kopitiam and then there's this mother who cant stop scolding her children. her children looks like they are in sec sch. two boys. then there's also 3 more ppl at the table. the mom starts to scold one of the child. i dont know who she was scolding cos the two kids just kept quiet. so the whole table was in awkward silence and this mama yacking awayyyyyy .... so annoying! and i think she heard me talking bout her, so she turned around and look at me. throughout my whole lunch, this mama has really lotsa things to scold man... and the funny thing is that no one sitting at the table dare to speak a word! after they left, you just have to look at the kids! so hilarious!! they walked like 3 metres away from their mom and one of the brother starts to 'console' the other brother. my friend and i were like trying to figure out what the hell they are talking bout lah. annoying mother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-5158200462658490810?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/5158200462658490810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=5158200462658490810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/5158200462658490810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/5158200462658490810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-dead.html' title='SO DEAD'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-2377430345522808901</id><published>2007-04-30T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T17:08:34.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miscommunication</title><content type='html'>there's miscommunication between my roomie and i. im lucky to say that it's not major miscommunication which will lead to quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays is near(for me, at least one or two days more?) so we need to like shift things out of our room. roomie has ended her exams like last week? and poor me, im still struggling to finish one more paper! and i cant study with sucha messy environment! it just makes me wanna clean it, clean and dust-free! so i called her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hey, when are you coming back to pack your belongings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: oh, maybe next monday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pause-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: anyways, do you have any boxes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: yeah, i do. in the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-had a long pause again- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: where got ? &lt;br /&gt;    oh! my dear roomie, im referring to &lt;strong&gt;BOXES&lt;/strong&gt;. not &lt;strong&gt;BOXERS&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: ohhh. yarh, i was thinking how come you need boxers for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            ------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another miscommunication happened last semester- i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hungry and i had like instant miso soup. I like it with rice and it happened that no one was out except her. so i gave her a call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: where are you? can you do me a favour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: JP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: can you help me get a packet of rice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: okay, can. but where? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: any of the stalls lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 45 mins, she came back with bags of stuffs. and she told me it was very heavy.i took a look, no wonder lahhh .... she bought a packet of UNCOOKED RICE GRAINS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           -------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think cos we have different cultures? so she doesnt understand what i was referring to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-2377430345522808901?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2377430345522808901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=2377430345522808901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/2377430345522808901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/2377430345522808901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/04/miscommunication.html' title='miscommunication'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-2790050317227402238</id><published>2007-04-27T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T18:42:40.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joke</title><content type='html'>AN UBER LAME JOKE FROM AMANDA'S BLOG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four buddhist monks who played instruments and chanted everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine morning, a lady in a mini skirt went into the temple to pray. When the lady knelt down to pray, one of the chanting monks saw the lady tsao k'ng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monk was shocked to see that the woman was not wearing any panties! He felt he had to share this valuable insight with his fellow monks, but also did not wish to alert the lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he began chanting the message: "Wu lang bo chin nai ko...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monk beside him was playing a tambourine, and he thumped this response: "Ti-to-lok, ti-to-lok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third monk, playing a horn, replied: "Duuu... Duuu........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the last and the most righteous monk, sounded his cymbals in disgust: "Ti ti kua... ti ti kua! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-what the hell...  -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-2790050317227402238?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2790050317227402238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=2790050317227402238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/2790050317227402238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/2790050317227402238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/04/joke.html' title='joke'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-2666038215562375068</id><published>2007-04-27T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T15:59:23.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help!</title><content type='html'>i need help. i dont think anyone can help me. i just feel giddy, sleepy and restless! nothing can perk me up. am i suffering from some illness? i hope not ! &lt;br /&gt;i need to wake myself up in order to concentrate on my last two disgusting papers! now that almost everyone in my level of this blk has went home, i thought i can study better. however, i think because my room is so messy -- it jsut makes me wanna faint! it's so irrtiating. it really bothers me when the environment is bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom scolded me for complaining to her that i cant do my paper on thurs. im just telling her the truth since she asked me how was the paper? did i do something wrong? that makes me feel even more bad that im cant concentrate and study. goshh! i need You, Lord! Bless me with all the wisdom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-2666038215562375068?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2666038215562375068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=2666038215562375068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/2666038215562375068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/2666038215562375068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/04/help.html' title='help!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-5755226079588766418</id><published>2007-04-23T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T13:19:59.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fred perry!</title><content type='html'>fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry fred perry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh ... &lt;strong&gt;i love fred perry's shirts! &lt;/strong&gt;they are so nice especially the guy's clothings! if only, i m a guy and have the build to wear those nice shirts! cool shit lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-5755226079588766418?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/5755226079588766418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=5755226079588766418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/5755226079588766418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/5755226079588766418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/04/fred-perry.html' title='fred perry!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-7363025853870268029</id><published>2007-04-19T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T14:43:46.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im weird</title><content type='html'>cleared two papers and left three more to go. how great is it? i screwed up my second paper. i didnt have enough time to study, more like i didnt plan my studying time properly? after my first paper on tue, i did not have to mood to carry on studying. and the consequences is the grades for the second paper. &lt;br /&gt;(wells, it 's over. move on! )&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt : study hard for the rest of the papers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ve been very ... weird these days. not weird. i dunno what word to describe how i feel.or am i like 'sick' of my friend?&lt;br /&gt;words to her: if you are really a friend to us,then you would have asked if we need dinner or whatsoever. isnt it right to say that? now ppl have the picture that you re interested with this new targetted guy, and thus neglected your other friends who you were onced close to. are we like spare tyres to you? use us when you need to get close to someone? and now you got it, you forget bout the rest? and you can say that you arent interested in him, but 9 out of 10 people think otherwise. AND ... dont forget that you know one of our friends likes him. how would she feel? it's not saying that we cant talk to that guy cos one of our friends likes him, but know your limits. dont let people change their point of view of you again. you have improved your attitude a lot last sem but now ... i ve got nothing much left to say to you. think bout it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to start cleaning up the room. and pack everything into boxes. when hol starts, it's time to GO HOME! miss home quite a lot. i miss my bed at home! i cant sleep well in school. backaches, eyebags... and a lot more. if only my papers end early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-7363025853870268029?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/7363025853870268029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=7363025853870268029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/7363025853870268029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/7363025853870268029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-weird.html' title='im weird'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-2142719022030206218</id><published>2007-04-17T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:29:43.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>am i thinking too much again? i think i should clarify it one day. weird feelings are back again to haunt me during this exam period. goshh , i cant believe it. &lt;br /&gt;i knew that i should be clear cut, and stop this from happening. we had a lil chat ytd night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:hey,long time no see! &lt;br /&gt;him: yeah&lt;br /&gt;(and he spreaded his hands wide open like a cross)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it took me a while to realise that it was a hug. and obviously, i didnt give him one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oh you want a hug?&lt;br /&gt;him: i thought that what all people do when they havent seen each other for so long? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. at that point of time, i just want to go back to my room and sleep asap. so i didnt entertain him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i guess im jsut thinking too much lah .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-2142719022030206218?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/2142719022030206218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=2142719022030206218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/2142719022030206218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/2142719022030206218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/04/weird.html' title='weird'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-5438096695103625128</id><published>2007-04-15T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:39:26.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky</title><content type='html'>after two attempts, i finally passed my driving test on the third attempt! i was so lucky! Have to thank God for it. the weather was bad like the second time i took, or even worse. however, i made it through. it was unbelievable cos the tester was like asking me is this your first time or ..? i was so afraid that he will say, " well, if this is your first time then try again next time!" the way he calculated the points really took quite some time which makes my heart pump like @$^$%!! and it was so hilarious during the test. my left leg were trembling very badly when it was half clutch and i couldnt control the tremble-- that was really,really freaking the hell outta me that i might fail again! everything turn out smoothly in the circuit for the first time. the past few attempts in the circuit, i made terrible mistakes and cos of that i failed.most people will think that it is quite ridiculous to fail in the circuit.really glad that i didnt waste my money again this time round. and i am really really glad that i dun have to see the instructor again. I DONT LIKE HIM! i think he thinks that im stupid, stubborn, poor and i dont know lah. stupid cos i dun have common sense? stubborn cos i dont listen to him? poor cos he looks down on my dad(he knows my dad) who works as a driver? in fact, he did not tell me a lot of things i need to know bout the car before my test. the second attempt that i failed was because of the rear windscreen as it was raining. then he told me tt actually i have to press this button to clear the fog or rain drops. oh goshh , i was like HUH?!? now then u tell me this!? there were a lot more which i cant rmb. anyway it's over! time to get a car! ( yeahrite.. that's most likely impossible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams start next tue, ending on 2nd may. got this long 'break' btw two papers. good in a way, bad in a way. im so slack this sem. i rmb that last sem i was worried sick bout the grades, the exams and any other thing. NOW, hahaha. i m still worried but you dont see me carrying out what i should do. things are easier said than done-- it's true! procrastinator! hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plans for the hol is out! im not going for any overseas trip with my friends cos my mom doesnt allow me! i spent toooo much money alr :(  it's okay, cos i admit that i realy spent a lot. i should work more and save even more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few trips in the train to school, i have seen some loving couples. goshh, they are so sweet( esp malay couples).e.g. the guy will trim the nails for the girl... this is like the sweetest thing i have seen lah. carrying the bag of your partner is nothing- serious. and i have seen the guy sweeping off the rain drops on the girl's clothing. i dont think anyone will ever thought of that. maybe they will care more about themselves if they are wet or not. true?? i dunno. yeah so far, this is my thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really miss my hammie! im delighted to see a small purple moth flying ard the grave of hers! looks like she has found happiness in the another place((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-5438096695103625128?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/5438096695103625128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=5438096695103625128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/5438096695103625128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/5438096695103625128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/04/lucky.html' title='lucky'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-4405616163833553244</id><published>2007-04-03T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T04:55:43.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MURDERER!</title><content type='html'>i finally decided to let her go after seeing her suffer for days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started like this...&lt;br /&gt;she was fine until i found out that she had diarrhoea. at first i thought, it was wet tail again so i gave her the medicine she once took before. 2 days later, her diarrhoea was cured. but then she still didnt want to drink water and that really worries me. i hestitated to bring her to the vet since she was still able to eat. and after that diarrhoea, i noticed that her fur around her ass was like shedding. and scrutinizing her ass , you could notice that there were some stuffs growing. However, i think it was okay. next observation- she lost weight(not tremendously but slowly) and so i thought it was ageing. a common sign of hamsters moreover she's like bout to hit 2 years old in a few more months. few weeks later, she eats very little and usually she will rush towards the food and chew them or store them in her cheek pouch. however, things didnt look like what it should be. she didnt even bother bout it or it took her sometime to realise that the food was placed there. and in some cases, she can eat and the next few secs, she was resting! you can see how lethargic she was. and i thought again- ageing! fine.. so that's another excuse for me not bringing her to the vet. and after a few more days... things got worst. she cant walk! she was dragging her lower body. Using her full might to push herself forward using her front legs! and i thought again that maybe she has injured her hind legs. i blame myself for hestitating as i kept thinking it's ageing. so it's okay ... sooner or later she will leave peacefully. i am a selfish bastard! i should have brought her to the vet IMMEDIATELY! not until today that i feel that she has shrunk to a slightly bigger size of a 12ml correction pen! it was just the fur that makes her look fluffy! she was so light when i carried her in my arms before she see the vet. she was having spasms. the conditions were unbelieveable painful for me to see! her legs were twitching without the body moving! she cant control her body! she cant flip herself over when she laid on her back! there's once she was even ' twisted'! trust me! it's so painful to see her like that. we have to use our hands to flip her body over. the diagnose was that she suffered from a breakage of spine which causes her to lose control of her lower body. she looks totally fine and bright (which deceived me and stopped me from bringing her RIGHT away to the vet). she was one month to 2 years old, her bones were brittle and fragile. a slight lil fall could have been the caused of this. uncontrollable tears just came pouring down as the diagnose was told. painkillers can be fed to sustain and stop the pain however the crucial period is the next 48 hours which i CANT take it anymore and thus i decided to put her to sleep! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that im a murderer. i know that animals cant talk and we, humans have to make the decision for them. I was very sad to see her go. i felt inhuman for a minute as i was heading back to hall from home as one less burden to worry bout. i hope that God will forgive me for what i have done. hope that God will be by her side in the other paradise. forgive me, my Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my beloved hamster,meowmeow, i will always remember you! love you! &lt;br /&gt;02042007 . 1200nn . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-4405616163833553244?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/4405616163833553244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=4405616163833553244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/4405616163833553244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/4405616163833553244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/04/murderer.html' title='MURDERER!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-5211790515123776389</id><published>2007-03-14T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T04:09:33.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM</title><content type='html'>i cant concentrate. i think im suffering from insomnia. i cant sleep properly. everyday i wake up with backaches. everyday i also wake up with bad hair. need to style it and it looks wrong everytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was offended by a stupid horny fucking joke! no one will ever think of it lah! i think that person just fantasizes too much or trying to be funny! he failed totally. and seriously not many ppl bother bout him. and in fact, most ppl make use of him. and i guess he thinks it's fine (or maybe he dosent noe) cos he thinks that would be a way to impress girls. that's so dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt noe that ppl can be so stingy. not SO stingy... but then... still stingy. however, might be the other's party fault. and also my fault. sometimes i just think that maybe my mouth should have some stitches on it. it's like forever leaking info which are casual info or impt info. it could be help for others but trouble for the other party.oh wells... better watch my mouth next time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking if i should con't staying in hall or not. it's really on my mind. im sick of the ppl here. not SICK but.. arghh.. i dont know how to express myself. sometimes you just want to be alone. or with my family members who have been thru all sort of probelms with me since young. after all they are the closest to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my brother so much! ha. going shopping with him will make myself feel pampered! although he can be annoying at times . as we all know, guys are sometimes impatient bout matters and hate girls who nag. sometimes i really think that i understand guys better than girls. hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topic is getting more random... &lt;br /&gt;however i would like to emphasize, i do not like to be touched by ppl and dislike ppl with long nails! so please understand me. touch as in any physical contact... accidentally MIGHT be okay, depends on situations. it's so clear that most of my friends know that i dislike ppl with long nails. and i will ask em to trim it. haha. and there was this time.. in CJ whereby my classmate forgot to trim his nails! and at that time i was stoning but he thought that im going to scold him bout his nails! so before i say anything, he told me that he will rmb to cut his nails, so dont be angry okay? HAHA! darn hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;i miss charlene! haha. she's doing well in aussie except for the millipedes! i miss picking on her. ha. i admit that she suffers a lot being a friend of mine. im so sorry! ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for me to rest my eyes and brain. knock out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-5211790515123776389?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/5211790515123776389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=5211790515123776389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/5211790515123776389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/5211790515123776389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cant-concentrate.html' title='RANDOM'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-9173592668944448690</id><published>2007-03-10T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:40:41.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happyness ?</title><content type='html'>little things in our lives can make us happy for a moment .&lt;br /&gt;a moment is enough to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;a cup of frappancino from starbucks with WHIPPED CREAM ( i insist)!&lt;br /&gt;a little msg from friends who you havent talk to for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;a set of play-doh for me to de-stress!&lt;br /&gt;and of course a list of favourite songs which i can sing along with... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my hair cut! short and easy to handle- totally love it! &lt;br /&gt;had an uneasy feeling bout that guy again. it really makes me wonder what will happen if i revealed my feelings i once had for him. on the other hand, i don't think i should make the move as he is not worthy for me to do it. things became clearer once you are not blinded by 'love'-- (i shall call it). i don't know how to describe what i am feeling right now. sometimes i feel that he tends to be around me but i think it could be my hallucination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;focus, focus , focus! im struggling to catch up! left 2 to 3 modules to catch up. and i found a place in hall to study comfortably with a PC and air conditioned environment! shall mugg like few weeks before exams come. love talking to shaun as he inspires one to become a mugger! ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a adrenaline rush to run on thurs and thus i ran alone ard school! i know that it's dangerous but everyone is busy studying. ohh.. most of my friends are so stress by their work! projects, projects and more projects for em. and some of them jsut break down with tears when they are soooo stressed up! i really hope they are fine! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-9173592668944448690?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/9173592668944448690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=9173592668944448690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/9173592668944448690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/9173592668944448690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/03/happyness.html' title='happyness ?'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-8106808239011466119</id><published>2007-02-27T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:58:08.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT CYCLING = FUN!</title><content type='html'>had a fun night yesterday! was able to defy the orders of my parents for the sorta first time. actually it's more of like i didnt tell em that i went for the night cycling outing with my hall friends. the journey was from my hall to east coast park! and usually my mom will scream at me if i wanna cycle from bishan to bishan!  i think if i were to ask for her permission, the answer would be ' NO'! the night cycling was really fun , tiring and fat burning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey from my hall to the NTU entrance is darn tiring! NTU is full of gradients! it's really fat burning! i was like drenched with my sweat - eew! it's more of like the bike i chose wasnt that easy to ride. my friend was laughing at me cos he said that when he peddle once, it's equivalent to me peddling five times! and we took like 2 hours to travel from boon lay to clementi macs. after that , my nice friend changed her bike with me! yay! and yeahh... her bike is friggin easy to ride lah. dun need to peddle much can travel 3 times as fast as my previous bike! it's not bout the wrong gear too. going down the slope is frigging exciting! the bike can really travel darn fast... i overtook my friends who overtook me before that and they were like 40-50m ahead of me!  my butt now hurts, so is my right thigh- it feels funny like ive dislocated the bone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i lack of intelligence badly. i was darn careless on the road ytd and i keep losing to my friend when we played scissors paper stone! i cant believe it that out of 8 guessings, i lost it all ! and i had to eat mixture of cheng tng, red ruby and ice kachang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to study . i hate research . therefore im not sure if i will want to cont my studies as a researcher next time or what . this is so ... irritating :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-8106808239011466119?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/8106808239011466119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=8106808239011466119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/8106808239011466119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/8106808239011466119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-cycling-fun.html' title='NIGHT CYCLING = FUN!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-4650683342571632726</id><published>2007-02-21T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:49:11.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE THAN DISAPPOINTMENT</title><content type='html'>it's a disappointment that he can lie to ppl just because of that particular person. it could be true that he might be unwell but it's so obvious that he's fine. we've seen him playing around with that particualr person before the meeting and he can later said that he's not well and need to rest. how true could it be? it's not jealousy or whatsoever but my respect for him has gone down a lot. it's such a disappointment to see the way how he priortises his work. he's getting too personal. even if he was really sick, im sorry that i made such comments but this is how other people think too. and eventually people will portray you in different ways. it's really such a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really am sorry for what you have became / might becoming to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-4650683342571632726?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/4650683342571632726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=4650683342571632726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/4650683342571632726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/4650683342571632726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-than-disappointment.html' title='MORE THAN DISAPPOINTMENT'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-8366218512511122046</id><published>2007-02-19T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:44:17.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dukes of hazzard , Fantastic 4 , Wedding Crashers and what's next ?!&lt;br /&gt;haha. Chinese New year spent at home isnt that bad after all. i can watched all the movies i have missed last year on TV ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor amanda who hurt her leg accidentally. i think the pair of scissors were eyeing on her foot for quite some time already. This Chinese New year has never gonna be the same again for her.&lt;br /&gt;wish that she can get well soon !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna skip classes , i wanna skip , skip and skip all my lessons for this week! but i got to finish all my homework first so that i will feel less guilty to skip those classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got second thoughts bout staying in hall. actually im happy to travel to school from home and back. maybe if i stopped staying there, i will be less lazy! but what's seriously on my mind is ... to stop schooling. ( i dont know what's wrong with me... -shrugs- )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-8366218512511122046?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/8366218512511122046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=8366218512511122046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/8366218512511122046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/8366218512511122046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/02/dukes-of-hazzard-fantastic-4-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-4565058470435674172</id><published>2007-02-18T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T02:41:51.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR !</title><content type='html'>cool that it's chinese new year again! cos i will have a long holiday till tue ! ( i think that applies to almost everyone i know). Chinese New Year mood has been dampen. CNY used to be very joyful and full of visitings! maybe it's because my grand dad has passed away and thus my uncles and aunties might not see a point to come together like before. there used to be mahjong sessions at my grandma's place. Now, people come and go. I guess it's like a graph . CNY has its peak when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday----&lt;br /&gt; we had a reunion dinner in hall. We were given 5 chips (choco coins) to bet and we have to try to win a lot cos it would be useful for bidding. the prizes were 14' inch tv , a fan , a vacuum cleaner , hot plate, speakers and a cooker ! i wanted the speakers so badly cos vidya and i have like lots of movies to watch on our laptop! but because i combined the chips with my friends staying in the same level - we were hoping to bid for the TV! and cos the last item was the tv set, most ppl had chips leftover which were meaningless to them, so they gave it to us. previously , we had 95 chips and later we ended up with 200 chips ! haha! and i was happily bidding lah! the feeling of bidding is damn fun ! moreover it's not real money im using , it's jsut choco coins!! we didnt really bother bout what amt other ppl raised cos i think that we had the most chips on our hands!  thus, i got the tv set for just 150 choco coins! okayy , that was the happy part of the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;the ugly part was i cried ! (okayy..that's so embarrassing! ) the lion dance was horrifying lah! i was seated at the front table. i saw my friend waving at me telling me to walk away as i brought the cups filled with fruit punch back. So... i thought it's alright for me to sit at the other table at the far end. BUT i was wronged! one minute after it came out with the blasting loud drums, i started to tremble and teared. my friend brought me out of the function hall. That's it man.. that's it! that would be my last time i would wanna watch a lion dance! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday----&lt;br /&gt;lil fran drove me back home. so glad that there's free ride cos i was carrying loads of stuffs! and i proceeded to bugis with clarclar. it was darn packed! bugis village is somewhere which i wouldnt want to shop unless i really see a need to. SOOOO CROWDED! then we proceeded to orchard. We walked around and at last we saw what clar wanted! and i was telling her i was craving for ice cream. As we cross overr to Lido from Wheelock, we saw chun and jiade lah! such a coincidence! and what's more?! they were heading to swensen's to hve their ice cream too! hhaa. we joined em in the end. friday was really scary , everywhere on the streets of orchard or bugis, we see people we know. we met like more than 10 people we know lah !&lt;br /&gt; but i didnt see michelle! damn you! where have you been !!?! (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday----&lt;br /&gt;New year's eve. my mom just couldnt stop screaming and rushing us to go over to my grandma's place for dinner. oh man... it happens every year! -.-&lt;br /&gt;then went for a movie! oh ohh.. spiderman3 is coming out! we should go watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hoping to catch up with more friends this CNY! not the ang paos( im serious though im broke) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-4565058470435674172?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/4565058470435674172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=4565058470435674172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/4565058470435674172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/4565058470435674172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR !'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-6961344043692737635</id><published>2007-02-06T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T15:29:26.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BROKE</title><content type='html'>ive never been this broke before. though of transferring money to the buyer whom i ordered a tee shirt from and the machine says i've got not enough money in my account to do the transfer! then i checked the balance which is friggin 20 bucks left! that's horrible! i cant believe it that from a thrifty-fang to a poor-fang! and im still doing lotsa of online shopping! (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh poor cherie, got lots of work to do huh? same here too man. pile after a pile. we will never going to clear those piles of shit lah. let's continue to strive hard. im thinking of taking a few modules like typography and malay during the holidays then maybe one day i can graduate earlier! :)  if not the system will forever say that im overloading and therefore i cant do any electives i want in the new semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for my hall's soccer match ytd. a good fight against the ya-low ya-low hall three. i was at the grandstand with my friends cheeering and then i saw a group of big guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang : who are those ppl?&lt;br /&gt;friend: NTU ruggers lah. aiyah.. NTU ruggers are lousy.&lt;br /&gt;fang : eh eh... isnt that charles from CJ? he's not sg ah?&lt;br /&gt;friend: yar.. he's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... i saw this person in orange.&lt;br /&gt;fang: CHERRYN! isnt that KADER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. kader is in the infamous NTU rugger team. saw him running like mad. does anyone here knows Gabriel - a senior from CJ who was a rugger too? i think he's good. hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-6961344043692737635?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/6961344043692737635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=6961344043692737635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/6961344043692737635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/6961344043692737635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/02/broke.html' title='BROKE'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-3622069280289181763</id><published>2007-02-01T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T02:59:09.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAS HAPPY and SAD.</title><content type='html'>wednesday -- had this 3 hours lecture on every wednesday and so far we know that the lecture was something not worthy to attend. even if it is worthy to attend ,my friends and i will be fallign asleep in the class.thus we came out with a brilliant plan to go out of school to have lunch! and it's like the first time for us to like really shop at JP ! ohmy goshh- cant believe it man...&lt;br /&gt;and my friends has like a sudden rush to pierce their ears! and they did! i was just standing there and looking at it ! -ouch- but they say it was okay. lookin at the no. of ear piercing my friends have.. they are immune to ear piercing lah! then we proceed to my favourite shop of all shops at JP! that is... TOY 'R' US!!!! cool stuffs man. i was having a great time tthere! it was my first time riding on a skate board. oh! and i took a picture with the Mac's bag which contains full of  ' FOOD' ! hahahs. and i bought this cute lil donkey which can move after winding it. okayy.. i know i wasted lots of money !  =( &lt;br /&gt;was really having a great time in the afternoon , spending my 3 hrs lecture time on shopping at some lok cock place. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back to school and i have tonnes of work to do! it's always piling up! dont ever procrastinate ! however , it's not that i want it .just that.. i dont know how to do those qns.&lt;br /&gt;though i was so happy in the day, i was kinda sad at night . vidya is not around! im so lonely. no one is there to help me with my work! =(   walked around to find my friends. saw him. was teased by him . wrong information was obviously sent out by me ytd as vidya and i went to celebrate one of our friends birthday! that' s okay - i guess. things kinda changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-3622069280289181763?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/3622069280289181763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=3622069280289181763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/3622069280289181763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/3622069280289181763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/02/was-happy-and-sad.html' title='WAS HAPPY and SAD.'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-7252809446923635635</id><published>2007-01-28T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:29:36.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RARRRR!!</title><content type='html'>my mom has like menopause! ohmy goshh. it really can cause some nerve wrecking moments if you talk to her! i cant take it! i REALLY CANT TAKE! i dont know what has happened between her and my dad! MONEY, MONEY, MONEY... fuck the MONEY that caused such issues! im always being sandwiched in the matter- school fees and phone bills. im tired ! im extremely tired of it . that's why i didnt really wish to go home nowadays. if i go home meaning i will have to take allowance and the issue will blast again! FUCK IT ! FUCK IT ! FUCK IT!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-7252809446923635635?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/7252809446923635635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=7252809446923635635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/7252809446923635635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/7252809446923635635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/01/rarrrr.html' title='RARRRR!!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-195700587224962716</id><published>2007-01-28T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T04:50:23.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions</title><content type='html'>went to town for a while and town is really boring at night! most of my friends went to catch the Singapore VS Malaysia match at Kallang. I heard it was kinda interesting in the end. the penalty part .. whereby they kick, kick and kick then finally Singapore SCORED ! yays. 2- 0. Singapore - GOOD JOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a little chit chat session with my dear friend in hall. and ohmy goshh! to my surprise, things are not what it really seems to be in the surface! woahh man.. really WOAHHH...&lt;br /&gt;cant say anything here--- not safe! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend and i made a mistake and realised that showing affection to someone you like is not about getting material stuffs. i think we were naive then. i know that it's a mistake but somehow we will just unconsciously do it just to surprise or make the person happier. and i think i was or am really naive person! goshh.. couldnt believe that the world is SOOOO CORRUPTED! there's no link to this para but then i really would like to emphasize on that. there's tooo many GREYYY AREAS in life that you cant see it with your naked eyes. fucking scary if you get to know someone better and not the surface. and sometimes.. if you think you know the person well enough , oh friend... please THINK AGAIN! many ppl involve in your life do play a big part to help you SEE THE WORLD. hahas. im speaking like some lecturer here. oh well, im not being attacked by any of my friends but i just want to inform all my dear friends here that the WORLD IS EVIL! (to some extent)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-195700587224962716?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/195700587224962716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=195700587224962716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/195700587224962716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/195700587224962716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/01/confessions.html' title='confessions'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116931100330449114</id><published>2007-01-21T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:36:43.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEEP IN THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>two fruit flies were found drowned in my coffee!&lt;br /&gt;two were killed by me !&lt;br /&gt;ohmy gosh.&lt;br /&gt;where the hell did the flies come from ?!&lt;br /&gt;it's sooooo annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msn cropped up again whenever i need to talk to people.&lt;br /&gt;maybe there's something as blocking yourself from talking to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking .&lt;br /&gt;im still considering.&lt;br /&gt;wont it be awkward if it fails?&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is fading off whenever i tell people about it. ( i know im weird- thanks! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116931100330449114?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116931100330449114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116931100330449114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116931100330449114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116931100330449114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/01/deep-in-thoughts.html' title='DEEP IN THOUGHTS'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116926193897915045</id><published>2007-01-20T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T10:58:59.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREWED WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>my weekends is screwed. i cant go home ! - sounds like im in camp like those guys rite? laughs. as you know, im the welfare secretary of the hall and there's a few more games going on. thus i got to help out. and i heard the waterpolo match might be cancelled. im kinda happy if it's cancelled cos i need time to clear all my homework! arghh... so much to do and i dont know how to start ! i cant rmb much bout answering the IR qn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hall's toilet is disgusting! it's disgusting not just because it's filthy .it has lots of creepy crawlers ! you name it , they have it man... yesterday i was going to bathe and i saw this huge green spider in one of the toilets so i decided to use the other toilet. and then what happened was ... when i bathed halfway, there's this HUGE cockroach came out from the draining hole ! i was like .. WHAT sia... ?! and i dont dare to like step on it but in the end.... i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to kader last night to inform him bout the cancellation of outing and i found out some shocking news from him ! it's really incredible that LOW and CHIN got together! it might be a good match but how could it be possible?! cos Low was attached to her loving boyfriend and i think that everyone seems to know that too. laughs. and now she's with CHIN. that's so unexpected ! Besides that , there are other shocking news about teachers getting together and so on. We are missing the whole lot of gossips man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention that i failed my driving AGAIN?! it was raining when i started to drive! that's so annoying ! and thus i end up seeing the wrong pole and stuffs! see how clumsy i can get! =(   i think im realy unlucky ! the first time when i took the test i got the bad tester and bad route ! this time round i got a good tester but unlucky day . i think it's jsut me lahh ! #%$^#$!&lt;br /&gt;oh well... i should jsut take it as another bad experience for driving .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116926193897915045?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116926193897915045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116926193897915045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116926193897915045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116926193897915045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/01/screwed-weekend.html' title='SCREWED WEEKEND'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116886602045833459</id><published>2007-01-15T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:00:20.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS is BACK in TREND!</title><content type='html'>do you all know that im damn shock to hear that my course ppl actually scored GPA of 5.0 ?! i know it 's possible but i didnt know that most ppl scored GPA of .. 4.5 and ABOVE ! hello.. im aint kidding here ! i was so happy that i got 3.92 but i guess im TOO complacent . this means that i should START STUDYING now ! most of them are of cos.. scholars   -_-"  &lt;br /&gt;i scored B- for my chem and most ppl got A+ lah . what the hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at my timetable.... thought it's cool to have my even fridays free ! however , i realised that FREE doesnt equal to you can do your personal things. FREE= i should use this time to study for my math! it's so sickening cos there will be weekly quiz and the marks will be taken account of. the qns will be somewhat similar to the tutorials and that also means that .. i cant skip tutorial , i cant go there empty handed and copy all the answers which i once did for last sem. lab is LOOKS easy on the surface !  the experiment takes only 30mins to one hour to complete but guess what ? the report will take more than that to get it done lah ! :(   &lt;br /&gt;note to jevon if he is reading this : it's still not too late to change course !  laughs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116886602045833459?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116886602045833459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116886602045833459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116886602045833459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116886602045833459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/01/stress-is-back-in-trend.html' title='STRESS is BACK in TREND!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116835375376911558</id><published>2007-01-09T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:00:52.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;cant &lt;/strong&gt;take my eyes off you ! it's just &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so difficult&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to shift my attention to something else &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;besides you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! everywhere i go ,&lt;strong&gt; i wish you were there&lt;/strong&gt;. i feel that school is so &lt;strong&gt;empty&lt;/strong&gt; without the sight of you around. please let this semester end &lt;strong&gt;soon.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116835375376911558?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116835375376911558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116835375376911558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116835375376911558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116835375376911558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/01/cant-take-my-eyes-off-you.html' title='CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116810888080832355</id><published>2007-01-07T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T02:41:20.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad day</title><content type='html'>went back home this morning and im back in hall alr at night. this is really getting hall-ly.&lt;br /&gt;slept thru my day at home! i cant believe it! i cant sleep in hall at all. i tried very hard but cant do it. that's why i knocked out the moment i reached home! how am i going to sleep now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hall life is boring without christina , alison , pengfeng , chris , yimin, francine, cheng , viv,charmain and cheryl! and many more lah. but then .. i really miss christina and alison! that's why im really hoping school to start so that i can see them!   i need to control my eating habits! i have to lose off wat i have gained and more - so that if i gain back , it wont be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i told him that &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt; is already a &lt;strong&gt;HERO &lt;/strong&gt;in our &lt;strong&gt;HEARTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MY HEART.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116810888080832355?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116810888080832355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116810888080832355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116810888080832355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116810888080832355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/01/sad-day.html' title='sad day'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116772915653498843</id><published>2007-01-02T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:12:36.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of the new year!</title><content type='html'>on the 2nd day of new year . i would like to say happy birthday to shuanie the nigga and hazel the cheapo ( kidding) . hazel is going to turn 20 tmr , that's so fast! ( cos i just turned 19, u see. ) and soon it will be ashwini's birthday! i wont forget the birthday celebration for nigga lah! we poured the super smelly ammonia containing mud on him ! and of goz the rest of the people there kena it also. poor cheng who suffered the full package of mud therapy which includes deilicious 'mud pie' , nutrients filled mud shower and lastly mud facial . and i also cant forget the sight of charmain begging ong on knees not to smear mud on her cos she has bathed. well.. that's the most memorable thing i can rmb for 2006. and of coz the tee36 class outing at the arab st. though the time we  spent together is short, we treasured every lil second of it together ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that the most hurtful words i heard for 2006  are from  some arrogant 'friend' in hall and from my dearest friend( but i have forgiven her  :)  ) seriously he has to think before he speaks. he has totally no idea how many ppl out there doesnt fond of him and we (as kind souls) still regard him as a friend. if he was to say that some people out there were talking bad bout me , he should show me some proof man... talk is nothing! fucking idiotic to think that he has the right to say such things.  - rolll eyes!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wish that i could tell him in his dreams.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116772915653498843?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116772915653498843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116772915653498843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116772915653498843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116772915653498843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2007/01/2nd-day-of-new-year.html' title='2nd day of the new year!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116757686107296973</id><published>2006-12-31T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:54:21.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>new year's eve .&lt;br /&gt;decided to spend my night at home .  every year is the same programme thus i do not wish to do it the same unless there's something more fun to do. it's always going to the esplanade , countdown then fireworks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the day,went ikea with my mum and bro. it's like the first time we went out together. it's interesting that my family doesnt often hang out together. i bought a new 'pet' from ikea! i named it RATSY ! it's so cute ! and it's damn nice to play ard with it cos i can use it to scare my mom! she's like the one and only person in the universe who is scared of RATSY- the soft toy! cos ratsy looks really like a living rat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year's resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;i hope and wish that i can have more self discipline and stop proscrastination ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year to all my friends !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116757686107296973?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116757686107296973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116757686107296973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116757686107296973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116757686107296973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116748358873147666</id><published>2006-12-30T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T20:59:48.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRATEFUL</title><content type='html'>im so glad that i passed all my modules with good grades i would say . THANK LORD! i must and will WORK HARDER next semester! and i think im kinda dumb to finally realised what is exchange programme! (goodness gracious me! ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to thank all my friends who helped me today- and i apologise for my attitude!  i cant control my feelings anymore. getting very PMS-y whenever the time of the month is coming which didnt happened before. i actually asked my friend to shut up when she shouted my name from across the field! (faints- what is wrong with me!?)  but i got to say she really has a whiny voice - to an extent that i cant take it most of the time.(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early for the rugby game.thought that its damn cold in the morning and i wore the jacket out and when i reach the field, scorching sun was shining onto cheryl and i! im burnt- unevenly. the guys are good! esp gabriel and jibb :)  it was sad that i didnt take video or photo of the scene when gabriel  pushed away someone by their face! (it's damn cool lah) and i swear that they really feed the opponent with MUD!  and i have learnt something from the IH games. Do not talk to the guys when they are playing in the game. (im talking bout reserves too) im serious- it's so scary! they are like soooooo focused ! shouting and screaming to their team mates telling them what to do ! and imagine when a girl comes in and talk ( with a whiny voice like my friend) , im sure that they are going to bash her up lah! now i understand why my dad doesnt like us ( my sis and i) to cry when we were younger and whine. it's really nerve wrecking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116748358873147666?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116748358873147666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116748358873147666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116748358873147666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116748358873147666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/12/grateful.html' title='GRATEFUL'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116714973017017725</id><published>2006-12-27T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:15:30.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we were&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;so close&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; bout few inches away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked into the pair of &lt;strong&gt;bright eyes&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i felt nothing !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;delighted&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to see him around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;however things do not seems to be what i thought it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up! that's all you can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116714973017017725?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116714973017017725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116714973017017725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116714973017017725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116714973017017725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-friends.html' title='Just Friends.'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116707289953910666</id><published>2006-12-26T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:54:59.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>friday -&lt;br /&gt;glad that the half of T36 turned up for class gathering . sad that ahmad who anticipates for a class outing cant make it! went for dinner at a jap restaurant which most of us think that it's more expensive than billy bombers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben : i was thinking of going to billy bombers, the food here is ex.&lt;br /&gt;kader : it's the same what ...they have fish and chicken here too.&lt;br /&gt;adrian : yar.. it's the same . just that we pay a higher price for a fish that is uncook !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adrian is still adrian even though he's hair has changed. why is this so? read below ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the escalator going down while adrian was in front of cass and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cass: (whispers )i think adrian changed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;me : hm. i think so too.&lt;br /&gt;cass : better looking .&lt;br /&gt;the next thing is know is cass tapping on adrian's shoulder !&lt;br /&gt;cass : hey , adrian! shu fang says that you have changed a lot ! better looking !&lt;br /&gt;adrian : yar , i know . everyone tells me that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jevon always make us laugh at his dress sense!&lt;br /&gt;he appeared in a OP polo tee tucked in nicely into his pants! that reminds us of those days in CJ when daniel and i tried to change his dressing from OP to QUIKSILVER- but i guess we failed! i find jevon's specs cool lah. and he thought so too. i was playing with his specs. looked damn minahh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jevon: i know you like my specs lah . i bought it not because of army  but because i think it's cool!&lt;br /&gt;me : - immediately took it off-&lt;br /&gt;mark : seriously you should take it off cos you dunno how much shit it has gone thru with jevon!&lt;br /&gt;me : oh yar hor. EEW EEW EEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kinda slow , but that's me! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they made my day ! miss them loads!  - huggs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;spent the evening at michelle's place. cool! we haven met up for mths. the threesome. we cooked . we ate. we laughed! and we.... PONG! ... played mahjong!  =] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;went back to hall ! ermm.. looks like i spent most of my precious time in hall. it's ineveitable. i wish i could spend more time at home! I WISH!  went out with boop ! she thinks that i looked sad. glum . i thought it was okay. but then .. when i returned to hall,they had this party thingy going on. and my friend saw me. he asked me why am i so sad!  oh dear.. this is bad. i looked glum everywhere!   tsktskk... what to do rite? screwed up hols . screwed up life!  oh welll... i will try to cheeer up.  i feel so lost .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116707289953910666?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116707289953910666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116707289953910666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116707289953910666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116707289953910666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116663849388081685</id><published>2006-12-21T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T02:14:53.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still wondering why</title><content type='html'>i guess i was thinking too much. but that's good cos i realise it. and everything is back to normal again. i wont jump into conclusions anymore. not till when someone says it out!  ___ _____ ____ ____ ____ - fill in the blanks- but i guess it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one , two , three , four, five, six , seven , eight ... and counting. it's not going to end. mosquitoes are attacking me !  and the insect repellent doesnt smell that great. if i were to apply it. ppl will just run away from me but not the mosquitoes.   -__-    but heck ! i have to apply or my legs will be filled with one cents , two cents, three cents and more!  -UGLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining everyday. and guess what?! ppl  can use this to start a conversation with me! im just kinda shocked when i read it. cos it's SO all of a sudden! but appreciate it that the person rmbs me.  =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116663849388081685?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116663849388081685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116663849388081685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116663849388081685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116663849388081685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/12/still-wondering-why.html' title='still wondering why'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116642682207881442</id><published>2006-12-18T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T15:27:02.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE LEFT US!</title><content type='html'>17122006.&lt;br /&gt;he left us.&lt;br /&gt;my sister's hamster left us! it was quite sad. blackie was like sick for more than a month. we thought that the tumour on his arms will eventually dried up and drop off like some cases would. however, it didnt occur. and in fact, one month later he began to lose weight tremendously. and one day i was playing with it, i could feel his bloated body. i sensed something wrong but my sis insist that it was okay. my sis is such a bad and lousy pet owner . she doesnt play with it . she didnt even allow him to get out of the cage to walk around in the hall. ytd noon, we took it out . the way he walked was like lame. quite scary . and ytd night , my sis found him dead with his eyes WIDE OPENED!!! &lt;br /&gt;may blackie rest in peace and hope that God will take him in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116642682207881442?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116642682207881442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116642682207881442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116642682207881442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116642682207881442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/12/he-left-us.html' title='HE LEFT US!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116628831967970034</id><published>2006-12-17T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:58:39.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFESSIONS</title><content type='html'>met up with the four truth friends. all were good. i know it's my fault that i didnt inform you that she's going . it was really last minute, and i thought that she might tell you so too. until i found out that she hasnt contact you for weeks. and all along i knew you were not so interested in it. so i didnt force you to come. im so sorry .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's our first trip to WWW! i seriously think that it's a waste of money if you were to go there. Luckily we got free tix, thus charlene, eleanor and i decided to go there. everything was just so-so. no impact except for one 'ride' down.the excitement only lasts only for 3 secs- the most. the only thing on my mind there was - how much do they earn as a crew there !? -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i saw this black hole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the force of attraction was strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so strong that i fell into it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am still searching for a reason why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did i fall  into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;was it because it pulls me in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or was it because i want to search for a new 'me'  in the hole?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116628831967970034?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116628831967970034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116628831967970034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116628831967970034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116628831967970034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/12/confessions.html' title='CONFESSIONS'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116582890295987939</id><published>2006-12-11T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:21:43.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY for a moment.</title><content type='html'>Had a volleyball game with my hall mates! fun !!!  think im gonna join em for hall games! i still cant set the ball though. i love to see how ppl set the ball ! now i have bruises all over my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's two disgusting mosquitoes' bites on my arm. it has became two red dots which is only 5mm apart making it looks like a vampire bite or a pair of sore eyes!  it's disgusting. i dun think it's not going off. permenant ugly marks on my arm . can even draw a smiley eh...  like  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this funny feeling in me telling me bout ... something. im not sure. i cant confirm and it's difficult to judge. it makes one ponder why one will do such an action all of a sudden. ha! mysterious eh? let you ppl guess. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is gonna be fun! even though i have no plans on how to celebrate my bday yet. i think ive come to a stage to think that bday is just another normal day that reminds you that you are a year older. (ha.) frens out there, im not depressed ok? haa.  but ive also come to a conclusion that birthday is a day to thank your parents for who you are now! If it werent them, you will not be here standing. Birthday should be a day to tell how great your mum is man...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116582890295987939?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116582890295987939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116582890295987939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116582890295987939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116582890295987939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-for-moment.html' title='HAPPY for a moment.'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116568747785766151</id><published>2006-12-10T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:04:37.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISAPPOINTMENT</title><content type='html'>im so disappointed with many things in life nowadays. one of the disappointments would be friends. sometimes, our expectation for a friend might be too high but basically we just need care and concern -that will do a lot - REALLY, i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel that there are some friends who are superficial. they wont be there for you when you need them. it's hard to maintain a friendship. it's very hard. it's always me , the one who tries to salvage the lost friendship or rekindles those memories. im kinda tired, so im letting it go-sort of . oh well, that's life . there will be many kinds of difficulties faced in life and i could say that this might be one of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions that i dont know how to answer . God please advise. (lols- no offence)&lt;br /&gt;why am i always trying to please ppl when there is no need for it? why should i always put ppl in front of me when i think that i have the power to ask them to do work ? why am i so vulnerable to situations like this? why am i so good to be being make used of? why cant ppl please me and not the other way round? why cant i be more stern ,so that they will not take advantage of me? last question- am i that stupid?  -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope that i can cope for next semester's work. &lt;br /&gt;start of new horror starts on 7th JAN 2007 !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116568747785766151?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116568747785766151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116568747785766151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116568747785766151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116568747785766151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/12/disappointment.html' title='DISAPPOINTMENT'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116556102056364084</id><published>2006-12-08T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T14:57:48.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A LIL BORED -</title><content type='html'>holiday is here. festive mood is not here yet or maybe it's not coming at all. everything changes as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in hall last night . watched the cheerleaders practising their moves . played carrom and badminton with the peeps in hall. chat with those seniors - i like to talk to those seniors, they really treat you very well. i feel like im their younger sister(haha) . and guess what?! there's a NIKE sale at the EXPO next week! that day was ADIDAS . =) and i heard not many good stuffs were there. i went to Isetan that day with my friend , there was an ADIDAS sale too and guess who i saw? Raymond! yeah ... if you know who i am talking a bout , maybe you are screaming with joy at the other end ! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116556102056364084?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116556102056364084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116556102056364084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116556102056364084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116556102056364084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/12/lil-bored_08.html' title='A LIL BORED -'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116421465539084307</id><published>2006-11-23T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:57:35.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKIN SAD AND PISSED</title><content type='html'>maybe sometimes we really have to listen to our friend's advice.&lt;br /&gt;i always thought that im right bout someone.&lt;br /&gt;however , im wrong AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;telling me something discouraging once you talked to me - that's FUCKING MEAN of you .&lt;br /&gt;you have now become my acquaintance.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116421465539084307?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116421465539084307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116421465539084307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116421465539084307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116421465539084307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/11/fuckin-sad-and-pissed.html' title='FUCKIN SAD AND PISSED'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116367672762446005</id><published>2006-11-16T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T19:32:07.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD</title><content type='html'>did three tests last week.&lt;br /&gt;got back two of the papers.&lt;br /&gt;results were bad.&lt;br /&gt;i did well for one paper but second look at it, i think the lecturer marked it too leniently !&lt;br /&gt;-which is not good as you wont know where you have gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;my math is getting bad to worst! did improve... like 5 marks- come on man.. taking the average of it i get 2.5 for a 25 marks paper! that's like the worst result i have gotten in my life yet.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be hard.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be very hard for me to at least get a Satisfactory grade for math.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had forensic paper today(first paper)&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think that just go with your gut-feeling, it will never go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;dont look back, be firm bout your decision.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt be itchy-handed.  =( &lt;br /&gt;now i think my aim of getting nice grade for it has poof- gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am jealous.&lt;br /&gt;i am jealous.&lt;br /&gt;i am very jealous.&lt;br /&gt;why is everyone doing better than i do ?&lt;br /&gt;am i not working hard enough?&lt;br /&gt;am i so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;am i just born dumb?&lt;br /&gt;is my brain failing?&lt;br /&gt;is my concentration in studying disminishing?&lt;br /&gt;why is everything not going as smoothly as everyone thought so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many questions to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God , Please help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116367672762446005?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116367672762446005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116367672762446005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116367672762446005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116367672762446005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/11/sad.html' title='SAD'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-116257167386371582</id><published>2006-11-04T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T00:34:33.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT FAT FAT!</title><content type='html'>oh dear... life has nv been better after i start school ! why is this so?! tests, tests, tests , cram ,cram and cram. lots of things to study and do within a short period of time. im getting pessimistic each day . there's nothing that can cheer me up. NOTHING -   whatever i have tried to make myself feel better ,didnt workat all. i feel exceptionally dumb, useless and clumsy. issit really true that i am like this or im pessimistic?  well, i really dunno. and seriously, i dont mind seeing a psychiatrist to find an answer for myself. or maybe i should confide in God to find an answer. TIME will tell everything - i hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this winter season cos i was too late to get the summer clothes that i wanted to get online!  Grrr... maybe im fated to save money ! freaking broke - everything is not on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;i need to fork out more time. my time management is really bad !   -poof-  and even if i plan my timetable, i dun follow it.   WHY?! wat is wrong with me?!  im nv like that . i guess that's wat ppl has been talking bout .. '' as we grow older, we will change'' .    i gotta find a way man . a way to help myself to break free of all these shit !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-116257167386371582?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/116257167386371582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=116257167386371582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116257167386371582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/116257167386371582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/11/fat-fat-fat.html' title='FAT FAT FAT!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-115804662581469741</id><published>2006-09-12T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:37:05.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BROKE !</title><content type='html'>my laptop has finally arrived ! it took like ... a month?  freaking long i know. so soon , you all will see me online ! come talk to me when u see me online .   =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda busy with the preparation of the campaigning stuffs. i spent like 70 plus for those 'crap' !!&lt;br /&gt;i jsut hope on thurs they wont ask me qns that will make me dumbfounded like wat the PW did to me when i was J1 .  - fuuuuk ! &lt;br /&gt;all the quizzes are coming up . so much to do, so lil time to think and plan wat to do .&lt;br /&gt;physics is killing me! i think it's stupid that you think it's lucky not to take physics in JC cos in the end you still have to take it in uni! triple sci would be the best combi on earth during sec and Jc years man. at least it will help you prepare for uni or maybe get exempted from the courses provided you do well lah...  -pout-&lt;br /&gt;i feel so stupid now! very stupid . EXTREMELY DUMB cos i dunno how to do a simple physics qn. i feel like asking farah to teach me lo. im sure she will noe how to do it! saw her ytd but we dun have time to talk much or have dinner together.  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to study!   i want to be like CHERIE!  be proud tt you are a mugger rather than a procrastinator cum slacker like me!  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-115804662581469741?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/115804662581469741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=115804662581469741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115804662581469741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115804662581469741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/09/broke.html' title='BROKE !'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-115779195854409122</id><published>2006-09-09T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T16:52:38.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS</title><content type='html'>my blog is dying. i know. i dont have the time to update it . moreover , i still dont have a notebook. it's kinda embarrassing to keep using  my roommate's notebook rite?  - hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving practical is coming! hopefully i will pass for the first time man!   - keep my fingers crossed-     i'm dreaming bout if i could get my own car ( regardless if it's second hand or new) , wouldnt it be great and more convenient if i travel from school to home?!   =) &lt;br /&gt;but i dun have the money, so i think i should jsut drop the idea.&lt;br /&gt;tonnes of work is waiting for me to finish them and soon the mid term exams will come. i hate lab report man... it's a killer! doing the experiment is so easy for some but ... the report is so difficult to do. the due ddate is this monday!  im so busy preparing myself for the elections.  you all must be wondering wat elections rite?  it's the junior common room committee for the hall. ehh... it's my first time running this kind of things . there's so much to do !  my parents dunno anything bout this, hope they wont kill me ! cos my previous test i did quite badly. as in.. compared to the rest of the cohort , im like... quite bad alr even though i pass. i need to invent a drug  which can keep me awake when i really need to !      &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;something stupid happened to me on friday ! if you were there, i think you all wil llaughed till you die !  cos the hall went for supper as a group and thus we were waiting for the bus to get to the other destination . and i was waiting for a car to pass after they pay for the parking fees using the cashcard. and after the car left , i was standing there stoning ( i cant really rmb wat the fuck i was doing ah..)  . when my friend shouted ," be careful!" as she pointed up. it's kinda too late when i looked up, the electronic barrier came banging down on my head!  - OUCH-&lt;br /&gt;it hurts quite badly but it wasnt bleeding.  it was damn hilarious and dumb man... !   haha.&lt;br /&gt;should i join soccer? so many ppl are asking me to join soccer lo.  but im afraid i cant cope.  i think iwill think bout it after my first sem .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOM!    0909 wat a nice date.   =D&lt;br /&gt;i made some chocolate -coated strawberries for her !  hehe . should get her a pet( DOG!)  since she's kinda bored at home nowadays as my bro and i are not at home during weekdays. i wanted to bake cake and as expected im too lazy.   bleah ...  =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. time to go off to study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-115779195854409122?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/115779195854409122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=115779195854409122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115779195854409122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115779195854409122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/09/stress.html' title='STRESS'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-115596414049071746</id><published>2006-08-19T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:09:00.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TONNES OF HMWK!</title><content type='html'>wow.. it's just the 2nd week of school and i ahve like tonnes of homework to do. how stress it is huh!?  and moreover , every tutorial i must read up the notes to freshen up my rusty brain. im going out later to meet the t36 ppl ! oh no.. meaning i only have  like 5 hours to study. i got more stuffs to do tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is still alright for me. i think my hall is far away from the LT ! just hope the new building is up asap then i dun need to walk that much! and can you believe it?! i got lost in school like almost everyday ( if im alone)  during the first few days of school?! it has nv happened to me !   - pai sei-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ! and i was so delighted to see wei quan that day on the train when i was going back home! managed to chat with him for like 20 mins. ahh... he has changed a lot - agree with farah. and i think he looks younger than b4 lah. oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay! i finally got the 'TV' for my hamster. Unfortunately, she has alr grown up so she cant squeeze in to the 'tv' ! baskkkeeet. waste my moneyy !  i think she has wet ass ! all the hamsters i have are falling sick!    =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to be a mugger. so ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-115596414049071746?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/115596414049071746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=115596414049071746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115596414049071746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115596414049071746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/08/tonnes-of-hmwk.html' title='TONNES OF HMWK!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-115510142117470465</id><published>2006-08-09T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:30:21.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NATIONAL DAY!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;and of goz  michelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lazy to mention bout the camp. oh! i was watching tv just now and i saw the national day rally speech timing. it brings me lots of memories man... if you recall those days in JC, ms low will ask us to read , read and read the rally speech for the content cos it will be helpful to us for the essay and AQ. but however, some of us were lazy . we didnt follow up with the speech content on the newspaper and she will start to SCREAM!  ahhh... but i miss those days.    =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd my OG went prata-ing . my fren drove like as if he's playing datona! one hand on steering wheel the other hand is resting elsewhere ( not on the gear too) ! when he makes the turn, his speed was like at 60 km/h ! no seat belts = will flunk into the air! but no choice , i have to take the free ride home. they almost met an accident lah, cos the car lost control ( was skidding) ! it's so fun to have a car and u can drive your frens ard.  hehehe. ive to wait ! get my license first.&lt;br /&gt;basketttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is requesting for an outing. im now planning for 2 ! one for my hall OG , the other for t36!! yeahhh.. hopefully things will work out well.  =)))    play hard b4 sch starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im afraid i  might get lost in school.   haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-115510142117470465?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/115510142117470465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=115510142117470465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115510142117470465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115510142117470465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day.html' title='NATIONAL DAY!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-115483836817859630</id><published>2006-08-06T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T12:26:08.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK FROM HALL CAMP!</title><content type='html'>just return from hall camp.  surprisingly it was damn FUN! most of the ppl there are sportsmen and women and the camp gives me a feeling as if it's an ODAC camp lah. but seriously it's XIONG (tiring) but uber fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was late on the first day. when i reach there, i saw this guy who joined the channel 8 'star search' - forgot the show name. then i realised, it's not him .it's his TWIN BRO! so coincidental. anyway, he became my buddy on the last day of camp. kinda feel sorry for him (will explain later ) . oh! one of my GLs looks like Mr Yee! the sporty version of mr yee and his brains are like mr yee's one lah. love those puzzles and stuffs like tt. then there's this otehr female GL- francine, she's damn cute sia.. always kena bully by the rest of the hall 7 ppl. cos she's petite bout 148cm and those tall n big guys carry her up and place her into a bin and shut her in there. then they will shout cheers and bang the bin ! hahaa. if i were her, i'll prolly get traumatize!  i like my Gls , allof them has their own pros. like the other female GL, she's not shy at all man... she can dance like some international dancer even when she forgot the steps of the dance we have learnt! and for your info, i cant dance for nuts man... finally the last GL i want to mention looks like MENG YAN!!!! hahaa. but more better looking and fit. he suffered from nipples attack ytd ! hahahahahhaa. he's very nice to bully!   *grins*&lt;br /&gt;the seniors room are like... packed with a LOT fo things! seriously, it's like their own house alr. there's BIG fridge, bike, pot and pans, plants , PC and PRINTER hor. FULLY EQUIPPED ROOM compared to mine . haha. i realised i still need to get a lot of things.  =X&lt;br /&gt;the camp lasted for like 5 days. and in btw, we didnt sleep much lah. there's 2 nights that we didnt get to sleep. we did the amazing race. so we tour practically ard singapore ! started at 230pm and ended ard 3pm the next day. and we had this game called fright night! it's damn funny . we went to the asian village at sentosa at night then only 2 persons will enter and search for clues. some guys are just so hum chi lor! haha. but then ... it's fun lah. they were saying that place is not cleaned - REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to be cont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-115483836817859630?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/115483836817859630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=115483836817859630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115483836817859630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115483836817859630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-from-hall-camp.html' title='BACK FROM HALL CAMP!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-115403582722183130</id><published>2006-07-28T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T05:30:27.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWAKE!</title><content type='html'>It's 5.09 am , and im awake!  =)  actually i woke up at 4.15am.  i have nothing on later in the morning ,it's just that my brain has lots of things to think . And therefore i'm here awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING into the hostel soon. got the keys today! ( i meant ytd)  the room was kinda spacious and empty . i need to brighten up the room with colours! hell no... that im going to stay in a bunk like room man... and it's in the FOURTH level ! prolly you will see me panting everyday ! got loads of things to buy for the room, eg things to clean the room up,alarm clockS and dustbin etc.&lt;br /&gt;my roommate is getting a FRIDGE!   =)))))      &lt;br /&gt;anyway, the room is just beside the toilet, and i think im thinking too much if you noe wat i'm thinking right now. like seriously, i've been kinda paranoid for the past two years . so come on, give me some spiritual calming session! moreover, my roommate scared me by saying that we should move into the room at some specific time for each day . and i asked her wat if we dont?! what will happened? and she replied something like , if you're ignorant bout it, nothing is going to happen. BUT THE PROBLEM IS NOW WE KNOW!  hahahaaa.... shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i or should i not go for the camp? it's forty-five dollars and did i tell you that im BROKE?!&lt;br /&gt;moreover, i will not be free on the first three days of the camp and im going to pay like the full amt of forty-five bucks. it's hard to decide cos you need to make frens there in order to survive for one semester or so. and hell! i havent even hear anything bout my course orientation! and prolly that's going to cost me some money too. life is all bout money , isnt' it so?  MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss my friends living in the same neighborhood!  miss you ppl loads.  =)))    meet up soon!  i'll squeeze some time to meet you all before i move away .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-115403582722183130?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/115403582722183130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=115403582722183130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115403582722183130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115403582722183130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/07/awake.html' title='AWAKE!'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-115389417052620538</id><published>2006-07-26T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:09:30.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVING IN A WORLD OF CONFUSION</title><content type='html'>WHY !?   DIM GAI!?  KENEPA?!&lt;br /&gt; i hate this .. i've been called 'AH BOY' on the streets TWICE alr!&lt;br /&gt;first experience was at Orchard Taka , there's this tourist ( chinese man) called out to me , " excuse me, xiao di! "&lt;br /&gt;-ROLL EYES-&lt;br /&gt;prolly the outfit made me look manly but then ... i was wearing a hairband!&lt;br /&gt;and the second time was ytd when i went to the market to get some soya bean milk.&lt;br /&gt;auntie: " xiao di (ah boy in chinese) ! , ni bu yao shou ju ah?! "&lt;br /&gt;         meaning.. " ah boy ! dont u want the receipt!?"&lt;br /&gt;first reaction , turn my head back and said, " BU YAU! "   hmph!&lt;br /&gt;tt's why... i've been telling my mother that i never like to go to the market! i hate going to the market . One of the reasons why i dont like to go to the market is because i hate the crowds! now i have the second reason for not going to the market cos ppl will mistaken me as a BOY! goshhh.. my hair isnt tt short! i was just dressing normally.  baskkket----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got HALL 7! and my new school is just right beside it . erm... it's still under construction , so meaning... im going to breathe in lots of dust and stuffs like tat!  i'm in need of money! like 1000 ++ would be a great help to me right now! but all i have to do is DREAM ON that some one will shower me with money ! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out the other day, i felt kinda pissed with... it's unreasonable -really!.dont expect ppl to dress like you do. or else there'll be clones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-115389417052620538?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/115389417052620538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=115389417052620538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115389417052620538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115389417052620538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/07/living-in-world-of-confusion.html' title='LIVING IN A WORLD OF CONFUSION'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-115359275856960380</id><published>2006-07-23T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T02:25:58.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; bernice and jeww dined in today . poor bernice who finally had something reallyedible to eat now cos she's serving the navy .&lt;br /&gt;there's one whole new york cheesecake left on the shelf , they have estiamted wrongly bout the sale of it. we were hoping that someone could come by and buy a whole cake of it home. it wwas jsut that close to someone getting it but the price was too costly ( yeah.. too bad.)  being a cashier is damn boring and i have been cashier-ing  for the past 3 nights!  (chilaka!)&lt;br /&gt;im kinda curious bout why some ppl are just so lazy . i jsut dotn get it why. .. . as in the things to be done are right in front of you but you chose to ask someone ( me) to do it.  was really happy in a way to see your face smacked tt day - i dun give a damn cos you sorta deserve it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to save money! gotta buy presents, presents and presents!  santa is early this year.&lt;br /&gt;be a good kid and i will give you a present. (haha. ok that's lame )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the LG black series phone everywhere now. so tempted to get rid of my sony ericsson now! arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive nothing left to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-115359275856960380?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/115359275856960380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=115359275856960380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115359275856960380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115359275856960380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-day-of-work-bernice-and-jeww.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-115298896609489810</id><published>2006-07-16T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T02:44:18.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP THE BLISTERS</title><content type='html'>-POP ! POP! POP! -&lt;br /&gt;Blisters can be found on each and EVERY single toe i have ! FUCK IT! im like having a hard time walking .&lt;br /&gt;just cant wait to stop my freaking job and chill at home or anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;-poof- i hope i could smack that person's face (intentionally or accidentally doesnt matter as long as i get to smack it) . jahat i know but who cares .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in for the hall orientation ! and thanks to farah telling me that some halls are HAUNTED! i meant i do hear ppl saying that it's ' DIRTY' . but the word 'haunted' has more impact than 'dirty' , you get what i mean? moreover, my mom has like CIRCLED the date 25th july ! the official day for Ghost Festival .&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... she's banned me from going swimming alr.&lt;br /&gt;- sad-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song in my head - MOVE ALONG by All American Rejects.&lt;br /&gt;this song has indeed motivated me during work . haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-115298896609489810?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/115298896609489810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=115298896609489810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115298896609489810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115298896609489810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/07/pop-blisters.html' title='POP THE BLISTERS'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-115211956550292624</id><published>2006-07-06T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T01:12:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ppl think im stupid.they think that i cant handle things well when it's the busy period. but do they noe the reason why?  it's simple! firstly , im no longer interested in the job and therefore who will put in the effort to do things that dont even interest them ?  &lt;br /&gt;-sighh... endurance is all i need now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will you choose?&lt;br /&gt; a 1 GB memory card for my 750 i phone,&lt;br /&gt;1 GB ipod shuffle,&lt;br /&gt;2 GB ipod nano,&lt;br /&gt;a mini ipod&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;a 6GB sony walkman?&lt;br /&gt;maybe... all of the above?!   =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-115211956550292624?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/115211956550292624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=115211956550292624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115211956550292624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115211956550292624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/07/ppl-think-im-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-115203467205558841</id><published>2006-07-05T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T01:40:06.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>logged on to msn, and i saw this link from kader's nick. and i though it was his very own retail website. CLICK ! and i browsed his art pieces, was shocked to see my freakkin face being featured in one of his art pieces! and his creativity flows started from ... my dark eye rings ! made me laughed like mad ! and i 've found kheng wee's face. and oh! dont be too surprise if you noticed your face is featured in his art pieces, my dear t36 friends! =)) hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-115203467205558841?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/115203467205558841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=115203467205558841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115203467205558841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115203467205558841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/07/logged-on-to-msn-and-i-saw-this-link.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-115185546184665084</id><published>2006-07-02T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:51:01.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. im back to blog. i havent been blogging for a month!&lt;br /&gt;tmr is going to be pay day! woohooo! time to spend again. i know i've spent a lot last month but well, it's time to prepare for uni life.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i dont want sch to start! i think im going to be like daryl - making a shirt saying i've enough friends. thanks! i went to the medical checkup that day , and to my surprise i saw a kcpian senior there whom i dun like in my course. She's a very typical kiasu uni student like wat a CJ teacher has told us before. i meant it's like sch hasnt start, she has made lots of research bout the course alr and for me, i dont give a damn .  oh prolly, im lazy.  kinda sad that im alone in that course , but i'll be really happy to see farah, kader , daryl or anyone i know in sch- if i do . i dont see myself in my course or uni life. hahaa. i wanna stay young like infant. but i cant. - DUH! wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im really pissed with the stupid ez link card. it's OFFICIALLY EXPIRED! and i just top up the value the other day and i guessed there's 6 bucks in it. wanted for a refund but they will retain the card. then wat's the point alr? i WANT THE CARD AND THE MONEY IN IT!  therefore , i came to a conclusion that i keep the card, money is not tt important, memories DO.   =)  &lt;br /&gt;i saw this woman damn dumb, if i were her i will retain the card. she has only 50 cents value in it and she still wants a refund !   oh lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also kinda pissed off with the ppl at work. some ppl are just so arrogant . oh well, im leaving soon. so wat the hell !  poof ! &lt;br /&gt;one day right after my staff's meal , that staff went into the store to stock take and he found a box of chicken wings left behind and he questioned me askign if that box of chicky wings were mine?&lt;br /&gt;i was like .. no.  in my heart , i was thinking " wat makes u think that box of chicky wings are mine!? wat the fuck lah . im NOT  THAT GREEDY ! come on ! "   basket lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of things happened last month, i can actually forgot bout handing in an important form to NTU, see how blur i am?  and not to forget the HK trip. lol. i LOST ALL THE PICS IN MY PHONE!  how great rite?   and my precious lil fossil watch's strap spoilt alr.    =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo.. check out the fred perry's music list!  love their songs!   =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fredperry.com/index.asp"&gt;http://www.fredperry.com/index.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-115185546184665084?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/115185546184665084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=115185546184665084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115185546184665084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/115185546184665084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-114995452239015733</id><published>2006-06-10T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:48:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>East coast outing today. in my opinion, it's a failure cos we didnt really do what we intend to do- cycling. on the other hand, we get to fly those lil kites. NO! we attempted to fly but failed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm paranoid, everyone notices that !  Is it that obvious? i can see that im kinda paranoid in some things but not THAT that paranoid. - okayy.. whatever.   *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flying on monday morning 6 plus! i've packed my stuffs but i think i left quite a few things out . im not very sure, i dunno what the hell im thinking . prolly it's first trip out to somewhere faraway without parents.  Oh dear... how am i going to survive if i think this way!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betty : how come u dont look happy at all?&lt;br /&gt;me : erh... i dont know. you can notice that ah? my mom was also wondering why im not excited bout the first trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion : i think im scared. REALLY. i guess.    =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stupidiest thing ever is that i'm working tmr - a long working day schedule- like fuck! what have i done this time round again!?&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot to buy food for my hamster! the food ran out alr! being hungry a day is okay for her but not too many days.. cos the food in the pouch will run out. oh dear... ,shittified brain of mine just couldnt work well.&lt;br /&gt;  * tightening the screw *&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in love with the MacDonald's apple juice which costs like one -forty ! i drank 3 packets a day . hohohoh.   *yummy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-114995452239015733?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/114995452239015733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=114995452239015733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114995452239015733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114995452239015733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/06/east-coast-outing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-114956447951761416</id><published>2006-06-06T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:27:59.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate giving tuition. i know i have said it before but it's super irritating! &lt;br /&gt;the kid... she doesnt want to use her brain to think ! she knows the ans but she wants me to phrase it! if the phrase is not of her liking , she will give the fucking unconvinced face - telling me to give her a better one or write down on a piece of paper so she can transfer whatever i write into the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the girl:  COME ON lahh... that's your school work ! imagine if i were to phrase every lil qn for you, you might as well ask me to sit for your exams!  do i make sense!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not saying that i didnt ask her to think and do it herself . In return, she doesnt understand what i meant by "put it in your own words" . &lt;br /&gt;i felt like a nanny than a tutor! i wanna quit! but have to wait for 2 more lessons! like ARGHHHHH....&lt;br /&gt;every sight of her just freaks me up! i think her hands are slightly smaller than mine only and she's 12!  that's kinda wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i felt better now.   bleahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-114956447951761416?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/114956447951761416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=114956447951761416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114956447951761416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114956447951761416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-giving-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-114935627947220782</id><published>2006-06-04T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:46:07.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know this blog looks kinda dead.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have the chance to get hold of the computer . WELL, i will soon get myself a laptop cos SCHOOL IS GOING TO START SOON- like in a freaking one month's time! i'm so not into schooling anymore. I don't know who i'll be meeting as in from my impression of the biologiclal sci course tour during the open house - tonnes of major nerds were there (majority are erm.... amanda will know it best cos she has seen them herself) .&lt;br /&gt;How is school going to be fun with them?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;i mean... only God knows it all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things had happened over the past few days. One lil cup of ice rambutan can make my immunity system dropped to zero. I GOT SICK! bleah =(&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't breathe properly and i told my sister , if you notice that i didnt toss and turn when i'm sleeping - you know what it means!&lt;br /&gt;I was so pessimistic - believe it or not. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that i was greedy for money, if not i'll not turn up for work ! Too bad, i need the money for the holiday trip! I was like cold sweating all the way &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;but at least there was someone else who made me smile . =)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I heard this joke from my friend , very funny to me. ENGLISH IS FUN WHEN USED IN THESE WAYS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K says ,"Rachel, i got something to tell you. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-pause a while-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he added," something to tell you FROM MY HEART."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rachel replies," well then... SPEAK TO MY FIST! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;K got a shock and he went QUIET.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next thing is that while Rachel was waiting for the burger to be packed into the carrier at Mc (lido) , the next customer ordered ONE REGULAR COKE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The guy repeated the order to his colleague, so he shouted, " one regular COKE- ( pronounced as COCK ) ! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;UBER LAME BUT HILARIOUS, go try it at Mac - lido 24 hrs. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have you watched the Walch advertisement on TV ? Don't you think that it looks like apple juice if i were to pour it into a glass and add ice to it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahah. don't worry , i won't! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just wondering though curiousity kills! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MAMBO SALE at ISETAN. I was expecting something nice that  i could get from it but yuppp.. the clothes were either tooo BIG or too ugly.  totally disappointed!    - shake head- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-114935627947220782?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/114935627947220782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=114935627947220782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114935627947220782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114935627947220782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-know-this-blog-looks-kinda-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-114866231857837659</id><published>2006-05-27T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:51:58.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a disastrous day at work. Nothing turned out to be right! when i reached there, samm has the pissed-off look and a few looked quite sick (indeed they are ill).  After they left , everything turned wrong.  bleah =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached home, things went wrong again! the light bulb in the master bedroom toilet didnt work. So i have to like go the the one at the kitchen, but there's no heater there.  And as predicted , there'ill be a roach waiting  for me to kill ! HAHAHA. i've killed another one after attempts of spraying.   *grins-best thing that has ever happened today! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to betty, (my goshhh...) she actually shouted my name right outside the workplace just now. so embarrassing man ! she said i looked like a man in the uniform.  - .-"    i know it's BIG but it's M size only. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may i know what can perk me up during work?&lt;br /&gt; These are the no. of items i have tried but it has no effect on me :&lt;br /&gt;1. red bull ( carbonated and classic)- only last 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;2.coffee ( it just make me wanna crap after 30 mins)&lt;br /&gt;3.essence of chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm suffering from some sickness . i feel tired but i cant sleep at night. I can sleep late and wake up early.  oh dear, what's wrong with me?   =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-114866231857837659?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/114866231857837659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=114866231857837659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114866231857837659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114866231857837659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-was-disastrous-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-114857280870024336</id><published>2006-05-25T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:00:08.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sweet treats from dern today- muddy mud pie and a lil mentos, and sandra- vanilla milkshake ( that was ytd though). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;love vanilla -&lt;em&gt;totallyyy&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I felt so happy today cos i managed to sell a cake before i leave.   (hohohoo - um chio )  Though it's only a  cake, but come on, try talking to some of the determined guests. you'll PUKE!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I feel so bad stopping someone from drinking his last mouthful of drink! He was a bout to drink it, and i wanted to clear it. So, both of us just look at each other and his girlfirend was laughing ! In the end, i won the staring war!  - hur hur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but he was nice lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; cute lil couple.&lt;/span&gt;     =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i wanna watch X-men again!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I will never get enough of it! i miss night crawler!  it was also quite sad that they didnt really mentioned much bout Angel.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;listening to : ataris- the saddest song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-114857280870024336?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/114857280870024336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=114857280870024336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114857280870024336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114857280870024336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/05/sweet-treats-from-dern-today-muddy-mud.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-114848688520639685</id><published>2006-05-24T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:08:05.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;did you realise that Sir leigh teabing and magneto is also Gandalf?  hmmm... he's a rich man.. cos he's starring in so many blockbuster movies of the year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i would prefer him as... MAGNETO!  he looks kinda poor thing in the ending of X-men III. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;well, work is kinda fun. the dishwasher man has turned 20! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i was shocked!  20 yrs old only?!  -yeah... 20! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i think ppl who is a vegeterian has a hard time finding food outside. When i'm rich &lt;strong&gt;in future&lt;/strong&gt;, i &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; open one vegeterian restaurant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i wanna run ,run and run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-114848688520639685?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/114848688520639685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=114848688520639685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114848688520639685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114848688520639685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/05/did-you-realise-that-sir-leigh-teabing.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-114844792579814795</id><published>2006-05-24T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:18:45.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50649/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50649/http://i.emode.com/color/images/green_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test at Tickle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;          Your true color is Green!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;         &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50650/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your True Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-114844792579814795?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/114844792579814795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=114844792579814795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114844792579814795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114844792579814795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-true-color-is-green-whats-your.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-114805865817635684</id><published>2006-05-20T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:10:58.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Two blisters on my left and right forth toes! oh dear... how am i going to walk ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm limping in a way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my colleague says i looked like... GARFIELD.  oh well, Garfield is cute and lazy- so i admit that we're sorta alike . but i dont have MONDAY BLUES. hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Im going to give tuition tmr, prolly will just yawn more than 10 times at the tutee's place. cos im still awake at this hour. i am suffering from insomnia ( how do you spell it? ha. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i'm going to get a JAB soon!!!  =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-114805865817635684?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/114805865817635684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=114805865817635684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114805865817635684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114805865817635684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-blisters-on-my-left-and-right.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-114797841273215956</id><published>2006-05-19T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T02:53:32.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the prata man can speak .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the prata man who &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; get cheated by us can speak incredibly goodddddd english - &lt;em&gt;i think&lt;/em&gt; . but still, i dont really catch his words sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;im getting more sociable - good and bad in a way. more to the &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; side -&lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what have i done&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;?!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;forgive and forget , that 's what we should do. in return, i get back loads of shit. that's like so unfair. . .   &lt;strong&gt;*roll eyes*  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;work &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; fun - cos i gave sandra a "letter of resignation" at the end of the roll call! everyone was shocked and they took a little peep at the letter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;nahh.. they got cheated by me! hohoho (grins) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;that was a letter of authorization to collect the pay on behalf of my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-114797841273215956?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/114797841273215956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=114797841273215956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114797841273215956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114797841273215956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/05/prata-man-can-speak.html' title='the prata man can speak .'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-114786362158479348</id><published>2006-05-17T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:00:21.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;As i said, i hate giving tuition. i thought i was the procrastinator, but i'm not - my tutee is. im not going to give my 4th lesson which means im not going to earn any money . it has been very draggy. oh well, not really my problem . im only concern bout the other student cos he failed his CHEM! - &lt;em&gt;this shows im bad at teaching.&lt;/em&gt;  HIRE ME&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;not!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i think my phone is going to spoil. not a good thing cos it's still new (at least to me) ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;gotta save , gotta save for the big trip to HK !   =))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-114786362158479348?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/114786362158479348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=114786362158479348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114786362158479348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114786362158479348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-i-said-i-hate-giving-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-114774565415726134</id><published>2006-05-16T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T10:14:14.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oprah Winfrey Show is a great show - due to the free gifts they always give to the audience! ( hahhaa) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;things like nike shoes, banana republic clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I'm hestitating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i have the answer in my head alr but i'm hestitating if what i'm thinking is correct. i can't deny that my gut feeling is 70% true( due to yesterday incident-tuition) . It's too much to use my gut feeling to decide on this matter. bah.. need to wait for maybe a week more then i decide on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-114774565415726134?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/114774565415726134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=114774565415726134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114774565415726134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114774565415726134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/05/oprah-winfrey-show-is-great-show-due.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-114768407065451622</id><published>2006-05-15T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:07:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;time wasted on unnecessary things. i really dont feel like giving tuition anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;fuck the stupid woman cos she cheated the students' money! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;fuck the stupid woman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;cos she has also cheated my money! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;fuck her! i think that she has done something to her nose! it looks &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; FAKE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;going to work soon. now , i have a phobia going to work. some funny shit going on. lesson learnt: never be nice to people! NEVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-114768407065451622?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/114768407065451622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=114768407065451622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114768407065451622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114768407065451622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-wasted-on-unnecessary-things.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><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-28090637.post-114762333398057205</id><published>2006-05-14T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T01:50:06.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starting afresh - prolly not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;back with this new blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i miss blogging - &lt;em&gt;kinda. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i miss secondary school days and jc life. i don't feel like starting uni life. i feel so old, though im only 19 this year. i hope i could be like 5 years old forever ( that's like impossible- i know) . Ignorance is a bliss - i &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; agree with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;my mom was talking to me yesterday bout what if i was a boy , and not a girl. hmmm.. interesting topic. guess i would prefer to become a boy. =) &lt;em&gt;-ehh... maybe not. look at ahmad now.haha. &lt;/em&gt;Things would definitely be interesting ah. oh well, everything is destined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;cool, going to hang out with jewell and bernice soon at Liquid kitchen where eleanor is working! went there yesterday with &lt;strong&gt;cherie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;cass&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;charlene&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;caleb&lt;/strong&gt;, weijie and kader. ( do you realise it's all C's!? ) We gambled. that's so wrong for Kader. oops! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;bought the Red HOt Chilli Peppers CD. &lt;em&gt;woot- it's not tt bad ah. &lt;/em&gt;love DANI CALIFORNIA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28090637-114762333398057205?l=iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/feeds/114762333398057205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28090637&amp;postID=114762333398057205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114762333398057205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28090637/posts/default/114762333398057205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantcandyjar.blogspot.com/2006/05/starting-afresh-prolly-not.html' title='starting afresh - prolly not.'/><author><name>the girl who eats butterflies.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
