<?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-7955648</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:39:08.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-7233696750960223104</id><published>2007-10-22T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:56:15.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to be happy right?&lt;br /&gt;guess everyone is moving on, but i can't move on. i keep thinking about ac. i keep thinking about the times in ac. it paralyzing me, i can't move on. i know everyone has adapted, but this is really hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;there are times, that i feel so so alone. studying by myself on a saturday seems so foreign. walking ard everywhere by myself,keeping quiet for the whole day, is foreign. not being able to look forward to getting hugs from pple like esther and anna when the day is really bad is unbearable. not having van and dee explain entire concepts for me is foreign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, candice and ying sze are very supportive and v. understanding and campus pple are nice, but i miss really really laughing at things instead of having to force myself to laugh because that's the only thing that keeps me from shuttting everyone else out.i hate the constant work thing. i hate my responsibilities. i hate that assignments keep flying at me like flies. i know others can handle it and sde is supposed to be really slack. cause i've compared my workload and its not that bad. i'm supposed to be happy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weren't dee, van and i excited about school? did that just disappear? i just wanna sleep without having to feel guilty? nvm. i'll get through this. 1 mnth more and i'll be free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-7233696750960223104?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/7233696750960223104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=7233696750960223104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/7233696750960223104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/7233696750960223104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-supposed-to-be-happy-right-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-154806084640329620</id><published>2007-10-12T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:24:48.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am lucky</title><content type='html'>meeting weed on wed, van on thurs and dee and van today really cheered me up. it made me very high during lectures. i felt so excited to see them. in fact in all honesty i look forward to monday and thursday so i can have half an hour to see dee, van and mich. yes i know, i do sound very desperate. i haven't acted bimbotic and gossip about rubbish for a long time.i haven't laughed so hard that my face turns really really red. i haven't gushed about ___ hot guy for a long time. haha. sadly i have no eye-candy.... yet! but seeing them made all these possible. so yes, to weed, van and dee, THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY VERBAL DIArrohea and making my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is okay la. maybe cause i get so stressed so easily. so a lil bit more homework appears like a lot. actually maybe its not a lot. i think NUS is quite competitive or that's what i feel. pple are not so willing to help u. because it is marked on a cumulative curve and to a certain extent, ur grade is relative to someone else. but i really dun want to live like that. i think if u share notes and remind each other more fun. if i want to do well, i hope my friends around me can also do well too. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-154806084640329620?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/154806084640329620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=154806084640329620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/154806084640329620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/154806084640329620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-lucky.html' title='i am lucky'/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-8058003313282427164</id><published>2007-10-05T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:02:41.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-8058003313282427164?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/8058003313282427164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=8058003313282427164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/8058003313282427164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/8058003313282427164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-all-decided-to-write-on-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-5231533714116456612</id><published>2007-09-21T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T05:02:43.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they say " the pple that help are the pple who need help".</title><content type='html'>yes, i really agree with that phrase. for once in like 5 weeks, i finally felt like i was like smart and that feeling feels great. going for french lecture was yet again demoralizing and i kept asking my neighbour," eh what is she talking about. what is that?".  not to mention i need excruciatingly badly for both my french tests! when everyone's grades were like close to full marks.hey, i am trying okay. but i have no affinity with languages. my french sounds more like malay than anything. yes and i have 2 oral tests! omg! someone help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; anyway, i went for visualisation tut and i din feel so dumb!i actually understood what the lecturer was saying and i actually helped this viet girl who was clueless! i actually helped her draw an entire roof!the lecturer came over to mark her diagram and said " ur ROOF is looking nice!"(cough cough, hello, u mean MY ROOF!) and i helped this girl do dimensioning! seriously! it felt so GOOOOOOOOD!!!!! this is a great contrast compared to the 1st PF tut where my ogmate had to help me do everything!yes, helping has helped me. seriously, i feel so lost in school! i feel so helpless in school, cause i keep forgetting things and i keep doing stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E.G i went to the bus-stop and i met michelle. i asked her to help me hold it and then i pulled off the cap of my teacup and it spilt over her file and my shoes!(lucky she was there to ease my embarrassment) or the time, where i forgot which week my tut was and went on the wrong week.or the time i din know which tut class i was in and my lecturer wanted us to get into sub-grps in the lecture hall.  or the time, where i wanted to change my ans to a test and my eraser flew off the table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to help pple to make myself feel smart. that is quite a weird thought, but seriously! its very true. ky is once again happy! cheap happiness, but its okay! its enough! sometimes, i look forward, to going for statistics lecture cause i get about half an hour of seeing dee, van, mich! if i am lucky sometimes, tb and ky. and on a very lucky day, my hot doctor. hahaha. eye-candies keep me happy!haha. think that was the incentives of going to AC sometimes. science feels so homely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-5231533714116456612?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/5231533714116456612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=5231533714116456612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/5231533714116456612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/5231533714116456612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/09/they-say-pple-that-help-are-pple-who.html' title='they say &quot; the pple that help are the pple who need help&quot;.'/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-9019776651639271718</id><published>2007-07-25T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T06:13:12.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i should really learn to let go.but its really difficult. 3 departures.not a lot i know, but those who know me know that i get really emotionally attached to a person and practically everything holding some memory. ah!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home feeling quite glad and stuff but somehow, that rush of happiness seems to have died down... sort of. i dunno, but i miss them already. at times, u just want to go out with comfort friends, where u can just go out and feel really relaxed w/o having to think of what to say next. friends who u know won't say things to hurt u or friends who will forgive u over and over again no matter what u say or friends where u truly can be urself( even if the bad you). aiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to socialize and find new friends again. yes, i am feeling particularly ANTI-SOCIAL(though this is really the wrong time to feel that way). hiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i reckon since i haven't blogged for a tremendously long time, i should just update where i am going and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School-to-be: NUS Real estate( yes! there is a course like that in NUS. its school of design and environment and its behind engineering and a street away from FASS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;activities in the last 2mnths: went for a long holiday with family, followed by a holiday to bangkok with freeloaders.at present moment bumping around the house and growing really gargantuan.SNIFF!=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shout out: if my campus happens to be near ur campus, come find me! i think i am going to be lonely in such a big school. hiyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-9019776651639271718?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/9019776651639271718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=9019776651639271718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/9019776651639271718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/9019776651639271718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-i-should-really-learn-to-let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-6001880601709968252</id><published>2007-07-18T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T07:22:16.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i wish i could keep my good friends forever in singapore, so we can do retarded things tog and chill out shopping or stuff. but i know that, its very selfish. i guess what weeded said was right." as long as they are happy, we should be happy for them! "&lt;br /&gt;i know that the friends that we have made, will always be friends. though, sometimes we may feel as if we don't know the changes taking place in our friend's lives. but, we must trust their judgement and we must have faith in our friendship.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yes pals, i will try to have faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after careful consideration, i have decided to be nicer. so from now onwards, i am going to try to be less judgemental and have more faith in pple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i am quite worried about uni life. how if i have no friends in real estate? how if i still feel empty? how if i get lost in school?argh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-6001880601709968252?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/6001880601709968252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=6001880601709968252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/6001880601709968252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/6001880601709968252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-i-wish-i-could-keep-my-good.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-4673796437550209395</id><published>2007-06-03T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:45:56.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>really am so sick of people telling me what i should i do. "you shouldn't be emotionally attached" " do you always need me to teach you what to do""you are so chicken, you don't dare to do anything". feel as if people keep expecting me to be something that maybe am not. how if i just want to be myself.so sick of having to justify myself and explain everything.really feel that i am losing who i am. feel as if i am turning into something i am not. at times how i wish cld go back to past, where everything was simple. ironic isn't it? when we're in school, we whine about how life would be so much simpler without it. but when we're not in school, we can't wait to run back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-4673796437550209395?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/4673796437550209395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=4673796437550209395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/4673796437550209395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/4673796437550209395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/06/really-am-so-sick-of-people-telling-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-7034678850040550905</id><published>2007-06-01T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T09:09:04.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the reality that i have quit my job really hasn't kicked in yet.the days events are still a blur. i am so used to waking up at 8 that i am afraid that come monday i will be so tempted to go back to FACT. argh. i still think that on monday i'll be going back to work to see my collegues and dicuss what we will be having for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was really traumatic. my boss screamed at me really really badly because i quit. the reason for it, will be posted in a bit cause its in my other comp. but yar, after the first half of the day i really wanted to quit and i think i am glad that i did. work gives us the illusion that friends will last and stuff. but the truth is u can never be too sure. now, i am myself again. i am ky again! i am going back to friends who i know love me for who i am and dun have alternate intentions. the way i left was quite dramatic. but yar i dun think i cld have lasted another day. its just that it has become such a habit that it feels so weird to be out of the routine. haha. omg!really will miss my collegues. if we met in school, i guess we cld have become good pals. sigh... oh the reality of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-7034678850040550905?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/7034678850040550905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=7034678850040550905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/7034678850040550905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/7034678850040550905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/06/reality-that-i-have-quit-my-job-really.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-8157019961648870288</id><published>2007-05-27T22:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T01:17:41.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we don't realise how lucky we are</title><content type='html'>talking to my collegue who's scholarship just got terminated made me sit up and wonder " do we take our everyday lives for granted?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know what a study loan was until she told me. people can borrow from a bank to study in a school of their choice. but the interest rolls in moment they leave school and they have to work to pay off their loan. note: this amount is not small. its alot. in singapore, the loan per year in NUS for a foreigner is 10,000 for tuition fees and hostel per year. this excludes transport, food and shopping. by the time, one pays off their loan, 3years plus wld have passed. its quite quite sad. here i am splashing my money on clothes to satisfy my vanity when there are people struggling to actually get an opportunity to simply STUDY. i know NUS compared to other unis like Austrailia or the UK or the US. But, it really made me wonder, is education the survival of the wealthiest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is one of the most established countries in Asia and we are lucky that any average singaporean gets 500 at least( correct me if i am wrong, din quite check the stats). but in other countries, they aren't that lucky. my collegue just told me that her parent's combined salary is only 500 sing( which is half of what most temp staff get before cpf when they work a 9-5 job). Of course maybe this amount is enough to feed her family and give her family a roof over her head,but what about her family global monetary status in relation to the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-8157019961648870288?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/8157019961648870288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=8157019961648870288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/8157019961648870288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/8157019961648870288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-dont-realise-how-lucky-we-are.html' title='we don&apos;t realise how lucky we are'/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-4550478838591946963</id><published>2007-05-25T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T02:31:30.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had to turn the phone off. after a devastating phone call from a friend, i just din think i had the energy to listen to anything or anyone. at times, u just want to turn off the phone and be uncontactable. u dun want to communicate with anyone. u dun want to hear their opinions, their complains, their anything ; because many a times, its the closest's people's comments that hurts the most. i really din want to have to tell my collegues that i was" looking into the sea" again when in actual fact i was mourning the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting go of a hope that has been the catalyst for holding 2 jobs over the past 2months is not easy. i keep holding onto it, trying to fight for what i want, trying to make the hope a reality but as the clock ticks ticks second by second, i find this dream moving further away from me. maybe one day when it does become a reality i will laugh at my comment for being over-dramatic.... i don't know. but right now, things just look bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. i really don't know. apparently this word seems to be a word i use very very often now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busyness, an illusion of purpose? when we're busy, its really easy to mistake that as purpose in our lives. we're just rushing to meet pressing deadlines. but when we dun have deadlines anymore or responsibilities, what is our purpose? do we change purpose? or is a purpose supposed to be omnipresent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-4550478838591946963?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/4550478838591946963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=4550478838591946963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/4550478838591946963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/4550478838591946963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-had-to-turn-phone-off.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-5221144913751914249</id><published>2007-05-24T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:19:08.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.funkygrad.com/think/displayarticle.php?artID=870&amp;subcat=shout"&gt;http://www.funkygrad.com/think/displayarticle.php?artID=870&amp;amp;subcat=shout&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy really takes the words and fears out of my mouth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-5221144913751914249?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/5221144913751914249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=5221144913751914249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/5221144913751914249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/5221144913751914249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-5374247003426983282</id><published>2007-05-23T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:54:59.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sentimentalism? friend or foe?</title><content type='html'>i wish i wasn't so sentimental. i wish i cld quit without feeling anything. i wish i cld give up without feeling anything. i wish i could. but i can't. i really can't. yesterday i was determined to give up on one of my tuition kids because he was rude, moody, unattentive and lazy. but, after having a heart-to-heart talk, i wasn't so sure anymore. the money isn't that lucrative, its like 20 per lesson and i have to travel so far.  ARGH! my head tells me to let go, but my heart longs to carry on. "I couldn't help but wonder", how do we know when to use our head or our hearts in a situation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-5374247003426983282?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/5374247003426983282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=5374247003426983282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/5374247003426983282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/5374247003426983282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/05/sentimentalism-friend-or-foe.html' title='sentimentalism? friend or foe?'/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-2706568047618474266</id><published>2007-05-23T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T09:44:06.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day goes by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when mum told me that planning for a holiday was stressful i actually told her this " mum, how difficult can it be to plan for a hol?". yes mum, i take back my words! i do! i really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'd have to say that god really plans for all of us( and i am not being sarcastic. i really do do mean it). today, i cldn't take the stress and broke down at work. i really cldn't take it any longer. it was too much for me to handle. luckily i was taking half-day otherwise i seriously don't know how i wld have endured the day. see! god is great isn't he! he chose a perfect day for me to crack! i cld have cracked yesterday or tmr and i wld have had to take leave to destress. timing was quite great. guess even in the worse of situation, we can still see the work of god at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a great big thanks to WEED who was there to share my burden! really appreciate u cheering me up and being retarded with me! speaking of which, the retarded photos we took in the toilet(again!) is on shutterfly. haha. another great big thanks to my collegue who introduced me the travel agent and for their concern. really did help in making my day better. so THANKS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-2706568047618474266?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/2706568047618474266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=2706568047618474266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/2706568047618474266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/2706568047618474266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-day-goes-by.html' title='another day goes by'/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-6143731870288228113</id><published>2007-05-22T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:23:15.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just when u start getting accustomed to your life, another big change hits u and frankly, i dun respond to changes very well. guess my work place isn't that bad as i expected it to be. at least i can to interact with temp staff ard my age and i nv expected myself to say this but i am going to miss SOME of my collegues when i leave very soon. not to mention the fact that i am going to miss my kiddies( no i am not a mother with 2 kids!they are my tuition kids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2 kids really do bring me a lot of joy. they somehow manage to spice up my day by a great deal.they are very cute! they will come in for class bursting with energy and they will tell me about teachers, jokes, they're lil "pai kiah gnags", "beating up of people", they're chinese music( which admittedly is quite nice), hard gay(which i accidentally told them about that.and no! for those who don't know who he is, he's not a porn star.he's a guy who does social work ard japan), stupid handphone ring tones( where there was one that was of farting sounds), magic tricks and their school cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i am trying to figure an easy method of teaching them math, they'll start taking photos of me! omg! then, i was complaining about my other tutee which i quit, my kiddie actually said this " lao shi, u give me his address, i go and HOOT him. i am a gang master u know!"and then he starts showing me his little fists. or how they threatened to sms " u a hole" to my mother. or how every time, someone calls me they will scream very loudly "lao shi zai fang pi! hao chou ah!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: i do teach them stuff.&lt;br /&gt;if u have read all of that, thanks for bearing with me.haha. i'm not going to be seeing them for a month and i have to say that i am going to miss them( can't believe i just said that). tuition can actually be quite entertaining and cute. haha. guess, when u begin to enjoy ur job, the purpose of doing it for money becomes increasingly little. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-6143731870288228113?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/6143731870288228113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=6143731870288228113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/6143731870288228113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/6143731870288228113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-when-u-start-getting-accustomed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-763680059187700639</id><published>2007-05-18T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T10:26:54.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just knew i wldn't have a good week! well guess wad? i was right. today is a shit shitty shit day!&lt;br /&gt;my freaking handphone broke down and i can't contact anyone and when i actually do all i see is bad news bad news and more bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like wth, why can't people make up their mind. i dun think its that difficult. forget i really give up. and no, today i refuse to be nice and tolerant because i have been doing that at work and at tuition and sometimes i really wonder why i am working my ass off? for wad? to get disappointed when at the end of the day it may all come to naught.seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i really am damn unlucky! first, i forget to bring my wallet and then my hp has to break down of all days today. and then, my stupid tuition kid wants to stop tuition for 2 weeks and she hasn't paid me for last month yet! what the hell! my new hp can't even work properly!not to mention change of plans with friends.i just knew it was going to be like that. god is really telling me not to put too much importance on anything. seriously. freaking shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, dun mind the complaining and the repeated usage of the work freaking because trust me, right now i am seriously more capable of using words worse than just FREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not going to crumble. no matter what life shoots at me, i am not going to fall into the trench of self-pity and saddness. i am NOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-763680059187700639?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/763680059187700639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=763680059187700639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/763680059187700639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/763680059187700639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-knew-i-wldnt-have-good-week-well.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-518895519445040588</id><published>2007-05-16T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:29:44.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid template problems</title><content type='html'>HELP HELP! my tagboard has disappeared and so has my archives. oh no i am trying out this new layout and somehow i have deleted all my links! oh help help. HELP HELP!&lt;br /&gt;people out there good in blogging. how do i put my tagboard on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-518895519445040588?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/518895519445040588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=518895519445040588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/518895519445040588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/518895519445040588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/05/stupid-template-problems.html' title='stupid template problems'/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-1854221970216453598</id><published>2007-05-11T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T06:36:02.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week and last week has really been a real trip. i saw things i never saw from work. for a week  i deliberated about office politics and for a while i really felt very disillusioned. i wondered when life got so complicated, where what u see isn't what u get, where the amount of time u invest talking to a person does not indicate the closeness u are to a person, where you are so angry that u want to scream but can't tell anyone, where u feel as if people are always doubting u. i felt like a fish out of water, it was as if i cldn't trust anyone or show the people around me who i was. i was scared, that i'd be gossiped about or back-stabbed. i tried to be detached from the people around me. because of that, i felt really miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am only a temp  staff had i complicated things all on my own? somehow knowing that i am leaving soon made me snap out of my negative outlook on my job. perhaps if we get rid of the fortress we've built, we will realize that people aren't always mean all the time and slowly maybe we'll learn to see the good in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun want to build an invisible wall anymore.i just want to be me and show others who i am. i heard this quote from a movie " find out who you are and try not to be afraid of who you are." yes, so i really am not going to be someone i am not. if people want to gossip about me, its their problem. i am who i am and trying to be someone u are not is tough and i quit! really! if there are consequences for being attached, i am willing to pay for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-1854221970216453598?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/1854221970216453598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=1854221970216453598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/1854221970216453598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/1854221970216453598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-week-and-last-week-has-really-been.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-6624402595042140899</id><published>2007-04-02T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:21:07.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know what i am doing.i don't know if my decision is right. just feel so tired with my lifestyle.i'm scared that when i give up something i'll miss it.i know i have a tendency to remember the good things and expel the negative.i feel very directionless. so what if i earn a two figure sum or for that matter 3-figure sum.will that really make me happy?&lt;br /&gt;so i stop to question, what makes us happy? is it the same as a temporary high?&lt;br /&gt;when we go shopping, clubbing, catch movies and we are really relaxed,is there happiness or just a temporary high? i choose the later. maybe we are "happy"at that point in time, but what about the next day or the day after?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-6624402595042140899?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/6624402595042140899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=6624402595042140899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/6624402595042140899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/6624402595042140899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-know-what-i-am-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-6775900166096890394</id><published>2007-03-04T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:27:10.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i sit and wonder. is having abundant choices necessarily always a good thing? to be honest, i am quite sad about my results and i can't say that i have fully recovered from shock. to a certain extent i kind of blame god for it.i thought i'd get an A for chem.i really did try my best and unlike O's there wasn't any screw ups. But i guess god is trying to close my option of studying chem in uni. Its difficult to see that the option that you've always kept in view since secondary school is kinda closed i guess. don't mean to pity myself,but the results have shown that fondness for a certain something just really isn't sufficient for excelling in it. maybe god is trying to simply limit my choice which maybe is a blessing in disguise?afterall, how well do we really know what we want to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-6775900166096890394?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/6775900166096890394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=6775900166096890394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/6775900166096890394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/6775900166096890394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-i-sit-and-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-8673766202280579321</id><published>2007-02-19T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T09:40:54.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy cny everyone. so far cny has been pretty interesting esp this year and since my mahjong skills have improved quite a fair bit. not as noob as when i started out. a shout out,who's wants to play.hehe. met some of my dad's relatives today and giving up on my diet. i figured,i am going to lose weight when i go to uni!yes i  so for now, i'll just whack on my bak kua and pineapple tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, met suri and esther today for dinner.miss them so much!!! hardly get to see them on week days cause  everyone is having a full-time job.sigh....really looking forward to july this year! bangkok here we come. so excited, really hope nothing crops up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k a shout out to my ole pals out there who are getting a'levels back: GOOD LUCK! we will get through it though i can't deny the fact that i am super scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-8673766202280579321?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/8673766202280579321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=8673766202280579321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/8673766202280579321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/8673766202280579321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-cny-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-3865702122901142873</id><published>2007-02-14T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:50:57.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you don't miss you water til the well runs dry.&lt;br /&gt;think its quite sad to only appreciate things only when we have lost them&lt;br /&gt;and all we have left are the memories.&lt;br /&gt;then again, if others told us to appreciate what we had, would we have listened?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-3865702122901142873?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/3865702122901142873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=3865702122901142873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/3865702122901142873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/3865702122901142873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-dont-miss-you-water-til-well-runs.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-116479712838491509</id><published>2006-11-29T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T02:45:28.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently i have been rather cranky for no rhyme or reason. i know i kinda shldn't be and everything considering the fact i just finished my exams and i shld be busy shopping and blah. somehow, something seems really missing. suddenly, playing, shopping, watching tv seems the only thing on the agenda. so once again, i ask myself, what am i doing with my life. i can't offer my time because i am going on hols soon and yar at this point in time, i just seem rather lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-116479712838491509?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/116479712838491509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=116479712838491509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/116479712838491509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/116479712838491509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/11/recently-i-have-been-rather-cranky-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-116012693980413376</id><published>2006-10-06T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T02:28:59.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised that today was the last math lecture and i only have 3 official days in school. quite sad honestly. after the a's all of us will kinda be going our separate ways and stuff. going to miss ac very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-116012693980413376?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/116012693980413376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=116012693980413376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/116012693980413376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/116012693980413376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-realised-that-today-was-last.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115978570250701274</id><published>2006-10-02T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T03:41:42.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>music:david tao-jiu shi ai ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i kinda had a lil tiff with one of my classmates. k this is not supposed to be something i shld be writing down cause the reason for our tiff is very terribly terribly small. but, yar on the way home, my mind kinda went back to some of the words said. ___ said that not going for chapel showed a kind of personality and that just because i might not pay attention to the sermon doesn't mean that as a christian i shld skip it to use that time for extra sleep or extra mugging. at first i really really was quite pissed. i mean like WTH, because of chapel u are judging me, but in retrospect, i really shld thank that friend for saying that. perhaps i really have drifted away and not placed god as the most impt thing in my life.its just that i refuse to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder, what is it about friends or family criticizing u in ur face that is hurtful and saddening. the fact that they really dun know u at all or the fact that we are actually are like that?both takes on two totally different attitudes, one chooses to denounces the criticism, the other kinda chooses to acknowledge and trust that friend and re-evaluate his or his personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it, we may change in personality but from where we are looking, we may not see that change. but sometimes,others may see things that u dun see. but then again it may work the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i choose the second attitude, i thank that particular friend for reminding me and waking me up from my dream that i am putting god as first place when slowly, he is diminishing in importance.thanks for reminding me to place god in the highest place.i will really try to do so.to this special friend if u are reading this,  i really appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115978570250701274?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115978570250701274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>suri! i read ur blog. after careful careful consideration i will not carry on with my "revenge plan" to make IT pay for what it said to me. i think its very very mean and ky is not mean so there. besides i thought about it, and i have come to the conclusion that just because someone acts like a swine doesn't mean we have to lower ourselves to that standard. but i have to say that, the sentence i came up with is very good and i cldn't have been prouder of myself. suri and weed if u are reading this, u can use it too. hehehehehe. its a double-edged sword, really really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday went out with weed and suri to eat tang yuan at bukit timah market! i dunno why i keep going to that place. oh my goodness! this is so frustrating i need to find more hawker centres ard the bukit timah area so i dun have to keep going back there. anyway, had quite a great time with weeded( who cough cough has evolved.tsk tsk weeded, go back to sports shoes and jeans now now now) and suri. freeloaders listen up, at the risk of sounding too LN( lesbianic notion), i miss u guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115907600271622937?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115907600271622937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115907600271622937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115907600271622937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115907600271622937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/09/suri-i-read-ur-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115884854882184430</id><published>2006-09-21T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T07:22:28.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally to get walk on the "red carpet". thanks to jie and sam who were there to witness my "22s of fame". to be honest i felt kinda inferior that well i wasn't getting it for something else. thanks to anna who tolerated my incessant worries about uniform and whether or not was skirt was too long or my shirt looked like it had a draw string or the fact that ___ looked extremely___ .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115884854882184430?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115884854882184430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115884854882184430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115884854882184430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115884854882184430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-finally-to-get-walk-on-red-carpet.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115831381120398715</id><published>2006-09-15T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T02:50:11.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes today i got back prelims. expectably i failed math which i thought i wldn't be upset. i was. i thought i wld get something like a D for bio, it was worse i got an E. i dunno. was really sad because i studied really hard for bio and i thought the sickening GDR was actually okay. but i failed both the written segments which really made me very upset. as any upset person wld want to do, the only place i wanted to go to was home.really am happy for van who again got something like 3As. that sickening  girl. haha. yes, i was a bit of a sour grapes. erm hello, who wldn't be. anyway i took a nap  to get my mind off things. here is my revelation, i am going to do very very well for A'levels and i am going to show mdm and sir that i got an A or a B. i am going to make that happen so there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115831381120398715?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115831381120398715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115831381120398715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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a few large steps that i used to think i cld never accomplish because of my reservations on issues. but, in retrospect, i really cldn't be prouder of myself to have let my reservations go and just do wad i should. now, i am clearer about what i want. we are  taught(or shall i say i since i know not everyone may be taught) that there are somethings cannot be said for fear of embarrassment, hurting someone or just lack of courage. but, how if keeping what we feel makes us unhappy and even the next. perhaps i too was guilty of committing the crime of being dishonest by just not saying anything and leaving everything to fate.NO! this time,i choose to take things into my own hands and even if it means having a negative impact on others or myself, i am willing. it might bring negative consequences, but we live once and i refuse to allow myself to live in regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7955648.post-115694776037685349</id><published>2006-08-30T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T07:22:40.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my prelims are over over over. finally! i can go to sleep at normal regular hours without feeling guilty for having slept extravagantly long hours!haha.anyway, yesterday went to JP with dee and van to celebrate the end of exams.omg,can't believe exams are over. haha. really happy that they are with me. good to know that there are friends who are there with u, going through the awful experience together.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today started off as a perfectly pleasant day until a little later.WE BAKED A CAKE! it was really successful. haha. van 's dad said it was nice and my sis said the icing was nice. yes, we made icing from melted chocolate and a complicated concoction. hehe.at first we put chocolate into a plastic bowl but the bowl got burnt.haha.but, eventually we found a way to make it which was really good.its the first cake i made or rather we made. so exciting. haha. i thought it tasted good. k fine i am biased. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115694776037685349?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115694776037685349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115694776037685349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115694776037685349'/><link rel='self' 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mixture of both, this taxi driver was actually fluent no make that very fluent in English. i got into the car....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;me: uncle ( my address) please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;him: Just finished exams?\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;me: yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;him: u are an Mg girl that's why u went to ACS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;me: yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;him: actually i am asking because i am an ACS boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;anyway the conversation carries on and he talks about politics blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;he said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Education is a means to an end not an end to a mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;". he said this when i told him that it was a waste for him to quit his professional job to be a cabby.To be honest i don't exactly know what that means. that sounds terribly philosophical.i think it means that education is a way to end not a final destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;he talked about singapore focusing on taking other languages but we shld focus on learning how to speak good english one where we are able to tackle any material thrown in our faces instead of mugging for silly english exams( SATS). he was really scary that for once i cldn't tell him where my house was. i kept fumbling over my words. he was really patriotic to the ACS family and all of a sudden i felt proud that i was in a methodist culture for 12 years of my life. i got to thinking of acs boys being patriotic. i wonder, is it a trend. my uncles were from ACS and boy are they patriotic. in MG no one mouthed the words let alone sing the school anthem. but, here i can actually see people mouthing the words( myself included).haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;anyway, today i am at the half way point of my exams! yippie. bio was today after that me, van, dee and zhilli went to HV to eat. really thank goodness that they are around to put up with my whining and insecurities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115579041130773860?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115578983034005586</id><published>2006-08-16T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:43:50.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i met this really interesting taxi driver and i can say i am really fortunate to have met him.unlike the usual taxi drivers that i meet who usually talk in chinese or hokkien or a mixture of both, this taxi driver was actually fluent no make that very fluent in English. i got into the car....&lt;br /&gt;me: uncle ( my address) please&lt;br /&gt;him: Just finished exams?me: yep&lt;br /&gt;him: u are an Mg girl that's why u went to ACS?&lt;br /&gt;me: yep.&lt;br /&gt;him: actually i am asking because i am an ACS boy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anyway the conversation carries on and he talks about politics blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Education is a means to an end not an end to a mean&lt;/span&gt;". he said this when i told him that it was a waste for him to quit his professional job to be a cabby.To be honest i don't exactly know what that means. that sounds terribly philosophical.i think it means that education is a way to end not a final destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he talked about singapore focusing on taking other languages but we shld focus on learning how to speak good english one where we are able to tackle any material thrown in our faces instead of mugging for silly english exams( SATS). he was really scary that for once i cldn't tell him where my house was. i kept fumbling over my words. he was really patriotic to the ACS family and all of a sudden i felt proud that i was in a methodist culture for 12 years of my life. i got to thinking of acs boys being patriotic. i wonder, is it a trend. my uncles were from ACS and boy are they patriotic. in MG no one mouthed the words what more sing the school anthem. but, here i can actually see people mouthing the words( myself included).haha. well, i guess i am proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115578983034005586?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115578983034005586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115578983034005586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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pages to study and then its revision and practise. Now, i have to use a ruler to measure the amount of work i have to study. ah! this is a very blood-vomitting situation for me. ack! anyway, my life is boring, so weeded( who insisted i update this blog), my highlight of my day yesterday was talking to u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115534214904541108?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115534214904541108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115534214904541108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115534214904541108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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help!yes, as usual, i was extremely panicky because i cld not open microsoft for some really odd reason and the computer was so slow and the deadline for SGC was open. i have no affinity for computers watsoever seriously!when i opened the file, it refused to open but when mich opened it, it seemed okay. i cannot handle stress. i was so gan jiong i cldn't type my email down without making like 3 typo errors. uh huh, that's how panicky i was. so thanks mich. for calming my down. mus have been stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, recently i have been really cranky and pmsy. van thinks the p is permanent but i beg to differ. feel so ack about my silly ole moods, so frustrating. feel really bad cause sometimes i tend to take my anger out on people so its like yar. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised something, being treated badly sometimes by someone is sometimes a good thing. cause i mean u start to self-evaluate and wonder if u have treated ur other friends and family badly to and hey u start to make amends to them. i guess, when u are treated badly and u know how it sucks to be treated awfully that u in turn don't want others to feel that way because of u,we kinda are a bit more reflective.&lt;br /&gt;P.s i know its kinda ironic cause my first paragraph was talking about good deeds being meted out. but i was just wondering about this. its randomn i know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115494836909972699?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115494836909972699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115494836909972699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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person's phone call after a few rings. so if u have been victims of my very awful phone, i just want to tell u this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I did not cancel ur phonecall. if i ever do cancel ur call i'll send u an sms to tell u that i am sorry that i din pick up. i wldn't cancel ur call.Trust me.anyhow, i'm sorry if i made u think that i cancelled ur call."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115474196654138920?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115474196654138920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115474196654138920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115474196654138920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115474196654138920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/08/phone-is-screwed.html' title='PHONE IS SCREWED'/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115467338215000839</id><published>2006-08-03T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:36:22.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>perhaps i was living in a little utopia of my own. i am really sad. and this is entry is not the most cheery of all. so people who are feeling stressed, please don't read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the cold harsh fact that i din get the honours night thing kinda hit me when i realised that the closing date for submitting the honours thing is well kinda today and the chance of me badgering my teacher to give to me is really slim. resigned to fate i choose to vent my frustrations here.  anyway, when qt told me i din get it, i wanted to badger my teacher to give it to me. then, i realised that the criteria for getting it is that u kinda have to perform beyond expectation. so yar. i realised that 6 others got it but me. i used to think that if u like what u were doing u wld excel in it. but, i guess in today's world, liking is an additional bonus. what's most impt is abiding by the rulebook and efficiency is the most impt. not how much u like.  i wondered about image. is what u see always what u get?maybe not. sorry to sound so skeptical.i do things according to how to how i feel. but i guess that's not really necessary today. its more of doing things according to what is politically right and doing things according to ur head that's impt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115467338215000839?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115467338215000839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115467338215000839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115467338215000839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115467338215000839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/08/perhaps-i-was-living-in-little-utopia.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115417128103668334</id><published>2006-07-29T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T04:08:01.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>keith urban-you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness for friends. reading weeded's blog made me realise how much i miss the silly ole thing.she mentioned that she has no life which really brought back fond memories. haha. guess we use that phrase alot. that we have no ____ life and no ____ life. miss them so much. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,  with 2 sickening weeks left to prelims pressure is really building up. this is the first time in a long time where i dun think i can even finish my first round of revision. honestly! i've got tuition and blah blah. but somehow, thinking of my fls and looking at old 05' photos of the" sailormoons". kinda makes me happy to know that, i have friends and family who'll be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my friends at school: thank u for putting up with my constant hormone imbalance.muacks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115417128103668334?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115417128103668334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh ya darlings! do drop me a tag here to update me of ur life k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115356778614509966?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115356778614509966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115356778614509966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115356778614509966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115356778614509966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-ya-darlings-do-drop-me-tag-here-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115356756686009827</id><published>2006-07-22T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T04:26:06.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy baptism quyh anh!:) well, as u can guess i went for her baptism with anna, van and helen. k fine, admittedly i was a bit reluctant to go cause i felt so sleepy. but, after van told me that she was a little sad that a few people went i decided to go and give her support. nobody came for my baptism. so people who din go, u better be feeling guilty now. hmph. nah jk. anyway, when i went there i felt overdressed cause i was in high high heels and well i guess that kinda is inappropriate for baptism when its by emersion. so yar. but, talking to silly van made me feel so glad that i was a "cut" above. hehe. pardon my randomness. i feel like i have no life! i need a life! and i haven't even watch pirates and support my johnny depp. sickening prelims!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115356756686009827?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115356756686009827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115356756686009827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me emo but i became very dramatic abt it. think i totally embarrassed myself to the max.i know all good things must come to an end. but, i guess its not really because i love the work. but, because "retiring" wld in other words mean that we will not have any lib outings and all. sigh...i can't believe i just said that. this is the first time i have been so enthu. still rem in sec3 and 4, me and al used to disturb the silly ole mrs tan where we talked so much and so loudly that we got chased out. hehe. the incident i rem the most was the one where we were bored sometime in sec2 and we kinda mutilated her photo on the com. when we turned around us, she was behind us and literally shoved us out of the lib. i swore nv to work in a lib. so i guess, we shld never ever say never cause what we say is based on current circumstances. but, we dun know what is going to happen in the future.  i wonder: how sure are we of our convictions? e.g: what we want to do in the future? or do we have to commit to our heavenly daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115329887499207764?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115329887499207764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115329887499207764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115329887499207764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115329887499207764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/07/welllibrary-term-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115314389930803582</id><published>2006-07-17T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T06:44:59.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg! this template is even nicer. hehe. me really really likey!thanks michelle darling. hehe. friends, whoever, sees this, please drop a taggy and link me up cause some of my links are really really old. so yar, please link me. today, i got to thinking about the word "weird". is being called weird necessarily a bad thing? brb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7955648.post-115293307190029785</id><published>2006-07-14T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:11:12.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;next week is coming soon. everyone is stepping down. sniff. so sad. i can't believe this i am actually sad to leave library( the cca which i was once upon time convinced that it was for boring, muggerish people). awww man. i din feel like that for choir even though technically speaking, i spent more time with the choir pple than the lib people. strictly speaking, closeness to a person is supposed to be directly proportional to the amount of time you spend with that person. when qt wore the silly badge i felt so sad. so i have decided to wear it on monday!even if it means getting laughed at for being well a librarian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;anyway, me and al had a ____ day and i have to say it was really a milestone for me. we went to bukit timah market for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;disclaimer: i just like the food there. not because of anything else. so there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i had tang yuan again which once again made my tummy feel so so good. hehe. ever since sarah low took me there for lunch last year, everytime i think of food, i will think of that place. so far that place has like got the nicest food. all that place needs is a stall that sells coconut and it'll be enough to make ky feel even more happy. hehe.i have to say that there were loads of DOM. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115293307190029785?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115293307190029785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115293307190029785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115293307190029785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115293307190029785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/07/next-week-is-coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115278756929615926</id><published>2006-07-13T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T03:46:09.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;yay! my bloggy has got a new look! eunice is happy. big thanks 2 my darling michelle( i am not hitting on her okay). its just a very me thing to say darling ____. oh yes HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICH! muaks. aiya, i forgot to remind u to go out zouk wearing really childish clothes. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, can u teach me how to do all e template and create blogskin. how do u add links? help needed. anyone please help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115278756929615926?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115278756929615926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115278756929615926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115278756929615926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115278756929615926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay-my-bloggy-has-got-new-look-eunice.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115261016536309235</id><published>2006-07-11T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T02:29:25.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>opposing views against zidane. pple not interested in soccer dun read.</title><content type='html'>my homepage featured zinedine zidane's head-butting and cldn't help but click to read it. the latest is that the italian soccer player meterazzi insulted him and called him a terrorist. i knew my hot zinedine wldn't do a thing like that. wad made me feel sad was the last sentence of one article "but his last act is one that will tarnish the memory". doesn't anyone remember his accolades. his contribution to france, to real madrid? i do!( k fine, i only started being a fervent zidane fan at this world cup. but!still!)&lt;br /&gt;thierry henry said this "you can take the man out of the rough neighbourhood, but you can't take the rough neighbourhood out of the man". hello! that is not a very nice thing to say. zinedine was his friend too okay. wld he have been able to beat brazil if zidane din create the goal for him? wld france even be able to make it to top 2 if not for zidane?let's see shall we? he brought them to victory but it is not his pregorative to do so all the time. if france was so good why din david trezeguet kick the ball in huh? no no! put all the blame on zidane. the media only featured wad they see but do they see wad is featured in words?no they dun!u can get sued for slander in singapore okay! this shows how strong words can be. oh poor zidane. he must feel so sad.nvm its okay! i  remember his accolades and his milestones. people make mistakes okay. zinedine making mistakes only goes to show that he is human and it shld be an inspiration to all of us. that we too can match up to skills. stop it! cynical people. i know it may be a bit idealistic and cynics will shout " YAR RIGHT!!!!". but i think that if people in the profession have the determination they can strive to be like him. besides, there is only a fine line between a genius and fool. look at the guy who thought the earth was round? din others not think he was a fool too. so the point is that its because of zidane that we can be inspired to be like him. which, FIY is not a bad things okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor zinedine he must feel so so so sad. i feel so sad for him. sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: i like him not only because he is kinda hot okay. but i admire his skills. someone once said " wad we do in dreams, he does in reality".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115208697250877881</id><published>2006-07-05T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T01:09:36.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>absence makes the heart fonder</title><content type='html'>s&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chool today was fine. same old same old. but throughout e day i thought was constantly on my mind besides work. Is the phrase "absence makes e heart fonder"a double-edged sword? k i kinda miss lib a bit cause i haven't gone for duty for 2 weeks and it feel funny going to school without having a cca. i dunno, in comparison to choir during secondary school i actually enjoy lib v. much because i feel as if i do belong and from there i really made a number of friends which u know can really warm up to. we did loads of "lib activities" which btw does not involve shelving. its the kind of unity, e feeling u get where u feel as if pple are in lib because they want to and not for personal gains. i never really felt like that in choir. in choir, i felt happy but it wasn't the kind of happiness that came from the unity of the pple, but the satisfaction u get when u finally master the song and do it to e best of ur abilities. anyway yar, i kinda miss lib. throughout the day i wondered." does missing people make us forget to appreciate the pple we come into contact with everyday?" maybe. think about it. why is it that we seldom ask the person sitting next to us " do u miss me?". the answer is obvious. in a way, is that taking pple for granted? we dun think about them as much because they are just next to us. but, its only when they are away that we begin to appreciate and miss their company because suddenly u realise how impt they are to u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so if "absence makes the heart fonder" makes u appreciate e pple not ard u, but causes u to take the person around u for granted sometimes, is it better to be missing someone. OR, do we have to do everything in moderation? and if its in moderation, how moderate is moderate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115208697250877881?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115208697250877881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115208697250877881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115208697250877881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115208697250877881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/07/absence-makes-heart-fonder.html' title='absence makes the heart fonder'/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115192872975173709</id><published>2006-07-03T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T05:28:15.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;went out with 3/4 of e freeloader 2day and yes i have the conclusion that they make me high. i was supposed to go meet them for and hour(or max3 hours) and come home and mug for the day but i ended up going out for e whole day so yes. yet another unproductive day. sniff! anyway, outing was great. we started taking photos using cameras and yes phone. we went shopping for SHOES. my favourite.  i realised how wonderful they are. quote" clothes make me look fatter. shoes always fit". i agree. i have now resolved to buy a pair of MONOLO BLANIK shoes which cost a thousand if not more before i hit the 25. 25 is nice age and i think i will bear 2 part with that amount of money when i start working and stuff. at first i wanted to aim for jimmy choo's but i checked out the web and monolos looks nicer. so yes, that is my target.FYI i did buy a pair of shoe 2day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; HA! van: u are not the only one who's got nice shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but, walking from the bus-stop to island creamery with suri and weed made my feet really ache in pain. sigh.... no pain no gain. the things i'd actually do to put myself a few cm taller than weeded. guess i just have to get used to the height. so these few months if i do go out are going to be hard on my poor lil foot. feel like a real pig, i drank two bubble teas today and yes i let the freeloaders freeload.i was so un kiam siap today okay! u wun believe it. i bought some food and passed it 2 weed first! she was so shocked that i was so "generous" dat she passed it back to me and said " ky, its feels so funny that u are un-kiam siap." so generous of me! can't believe i am so generous to them. hmph and suri and weed were being so kiam siap about the curry chicken and cheese. hmph. keep picking the smallest piece of chicken for me to eat. so awful.miss e days where we'd go up to famous amos and demand for a cookie and split the lil cookie among ourselves. though, i have to admit that this is the kinda thing i wld do only with them cause all of us are stingy and wld condone this kinda behavior.but, hey we can only be childish and silly while we're young.haha. miss the freeloaders and even though we are all so KIAM SIAP 2 each other but OCCASIONALLY it can get quite fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;shout out: LOVE U GUYS!!!!!!! MUACKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115192872975173709?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115192872975173709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115192872975173709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115192872975173709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115192872975173709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-out-with-34-of-e-freeloader-2day.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115185422468965969</id><published>2006-07-02T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T06:44:47.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wld we still be the same 3years down the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;talking to al made me realise how much we all have changed. i am still me. still as childish and juvenile as i were before. when most pple transition from sec4 to JC usually there will be certain changes. perhaps in lifestyle choices, opinions, type of friends blah. but, talking to al and suri really made me realise how much they have changed. disclaimer: i am not saying its a bad thing.as i mentioned experiences shape our opinions, our character, our outlook on life. i wonder: do certain character type better suit our experiences? take for example a lil kid, if u were to put a child's character into a working adult's body( the child has got the brains of a working adult with necessary skills), wld the kid still be able to survive long? wld it be wrong to say that experiences dun really shape us rather we "change" to better suit our experiences. so rather than saying that experiences change us isn't kinda more of ourselves changing to suit our environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115185422468965969?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115185422468965969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115185422468965969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115185422468965969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115185422468965969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/07/wld-we-still-be-same-3years-down-road.html' title='wld we still be the same 3years down the road'/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115180692026977697</id><published>2006-07-01T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T05:19:03.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;super sad. brazil lost! i can't believe it. i really can't. how can they lose. yesterday's match was exciting.at first when france scored i thought brazil wld find a goal but as time went by,it dawned on me that they wun. dun think the world cup wld be any interesting without them. HOW CAN THEY LOSE!dun feel like watching the next few. i was intending to watch the next few matches, u know get into the mood of e world cup.hehe. everyone at home seems to be rising up to the occasion even jie is staying up everynight to watch the match. think kaka is kinda cute. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;i'm telling u&lt;/span&gt; its karma. so depressing. but 2 be fair brazil din play as well as they did in 02. the match between germany and brazil in korea was super exciting. hehe. still rem betting with al a $ in sec2. aiya! i am still upset that brazil lost. sorry the fact that brazil LOST is still sinking in so yes pardon me. okay i am whining so i think i will stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115180692026977697?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115180692026977697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115180692026977697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115180692026977697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115180692026977697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/07/super-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115174019267126222</id><published>2006-07-01T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T00:49:54.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t button no working so if e words look funny fill it wif t</title><content type='html'>barker service was inspiring even though i got a lil bored half way. anyway, wee kong spoke. when he spoke i really felt like crying. his testimony really showed that god loves us so much.i really respec him for who he is. he went from hero to zero literally and seeing him standing in front and alking about god's love really really touched me. last year during passion ac, he just sat in his wheelchair and cldn't even say anything. he just sat there. but today,the fact that he can stand up and speak of god's love is really amazing. PRAISE E LORD.&lt;br /&gt;i talked to jie about the service and she said that everyone is sick in one way be it emotional and physical( not e direct quote). that struck me. are we emotionally sick? what does it mean 2 be emotionally ill?are we still holding on 2 our insecurities and fears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i men ion that i went wif weed. really great to see the silly lil weed. i miss being LN wif her. @ ngee ann city we were ordering takopachi and i got really hi cause she said that when her teacher called her on e hp, she thot it was me trying 2 pretend to be an old lady. so she said "hello ky are u there?"her teacher said this" sheryl, its mrs LIM!"so funny. so i told weed to be careful in case her teacher starts saying something like" sheryl, why u never do hw?out PAK TOR with ur boyfriend KY is it?". so we started creating guy names wif the alphabet KY( oh ps i do have a guy friend named ky but weed doesn't want to use it.) so far the nicest sounding name is keith yong.hehe.so if weed uses that name u know where she got it from. weed cracks me up. then after that we were on the bus to barker and we started acting bimbo. every sentence started and ended with totally.think we were talking so loudly that the pple ard started staring. so pai seh. hope i never see pple on dat bus.  so funny. the last person i was acting bimbo to was TB. but it was not as fun cause he was acting poser and i dun quite know how a poser acts. k anyway about weed, after healing we went home and one of the first things we did was to look at the year book. i pointed out my eye-candy which she concluded "NOT BAD". so there. see pple who thinks he is ugly, i have good taste okay. HA!anyway, we started laughing at silly randomn stuff. i pointed out __ which she burst out laughing straight away. note: it wasn't the evil mean laugh it was the so cute so funny kinda of laughter which i caught on. she wanted 2 cut out __ photo and put it in her room so that e nex time she is sad she can look at __ and laugh. i was super high yest, everytime i see weed i feel like laughing. she has such a hilarious looking face. hehe. last year i rem trying to pair __ with each of FL. i have come to the conclusion that suri is the worst person with __.it'll be so hilarious if she marries __ one day. i think i will jus die laughing. hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt; to my dear freeloaders if u guys are reading this: miss u guys so much. we haven't had new photos. suri and al! the last photo we had was in JAN. wad month is it huh? i dun have a photo of u guys in my phone. p.s i got my new phone in early march so yes dat is how long we haven't met. can u pls tag buds? since sos is MIA blogs will have 2 do it. omg! i really miss being LN( can't believe i just said dat.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115174019267126222?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115174019267126222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115174019267126222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115174019267126222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115174019267126222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/07/t-button-no-working-so-if-e-words-look.html' title='t button no working so if e words look funny fill it wif t'/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115156357797972720</id><published>2006-06-28T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:46:18.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;k i just came back from school and i am bursting with frustration and anger. so i shall a bit of bitching here which i normally do not do.school was okay today even with double gp and au. it was only after school that this particular girl from my OG major pissed me off. i was about to walk out the gate with van, dee and zhilli when BAM i bumped into her. She had my things e.g VCDS and shirt and yes even my undergarments.how did she even get it. we were supposed to have an OG outing cum sleep over kinda thing which for some very odd reason i had a pretty bad feeling about. well, my hunch was absolutely right. it turned out to be me and just her. omg! she had no towel, no underwear and no shirt on her. look it wld have been perfectly alright if she had been my very close friend. but the point is i AM NOt! i haven't talked to her for like wad 6months and before the 6 months we weren't kinda good friends and stuff. so i passed her my shirt which she actually had the audacity to tell me that it wasn't her. uh! repulsive creature i tell u. so so annoying. this is he first time that i was actually happy that my guest had left. usually i'll be very sad kinda thing. but no this time i was happy and definitely RELIEVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. where was i. yes so when i saw her again 2day i wasn't very excited. she asked me to wait for her which i did. by dat time dee, van and zhilli had left. sniff. she returned it to me. this is our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;her: i am going off too want to walk out together?&lt;br /&gt;me: i kinda am in a rush&lt;br /&gt;her: hey eunice! can u give me a lift to orchard&lt;br /&gt;me: NO!i am not going that direction( this was the truth in case wondering)&lt;br /&gt;( i picked up speed. obvious with the intention of running away.)&lt;br /&gt;her: can u give me a lift to bouna vista&lt;br /&gt;(by which time i caught up with alicia who was walking with her classmates)&lt;br /&gt;me: er er er er. okay( obviously reluctantly)&lt;br /&gt;her: why so upset&lt;br /&gt;(silence)&lt;br /&gt;seriously its either she is really dense which i doubt it. or she has got the thickest skin possible boy. hello, dun u have a bit of shame. really repulsive. my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;i saw Uncle but i feigned ignorance&lt;br /&gt;me: he's going to be really long.&lt;br /&gt;her: let's stand in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;so yes i gave her a lift.&lt;br /&gt;honestly i dun mind giving pple lifts but this is too much.its just plain rude! hello i am doing u a favour. i mean if u are asking for a favour no matter how small, do u say. "hey, can u do this (blah xs n) for me? thanks. so how are u going to help me?". she needs to learn her manners.so annoying. seriously making my blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;yes i am done bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115156357797972720?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115156357797972720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115156357797972720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115156357797972720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115156357797972720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/06/k-i-just-came-back-from-school-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-115150779239455611</id><published>2006-06-28T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T08:24:10.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;inspired by al's blog, i have decided to revive this bloggy.&lt;br /&gt;there is a healing service on friday in barker at 7:30-9:30.  so pple reading this if u are interested do let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i have decided to go to shineforth since i have not grown in faith despite kinda going there for 2 plus years. barker seems to have changed from the last time i went which was like a zillion years ago. i guess my perspective of barker kinda has changed cause quynh anh is there with me. in ccmc i feel so self-conscious lifting my hands up to the sky and praising god. the peeps in ccmc well kinda jump ard and stuff and they kinda try to u know make pple jump. but, personally i think that jumping about shld be because u really want to praise god and cause u really feel god. u feel that god's love is "so much u got to give it away". but in barker when i raise my hands its because i genuinely want to praise god. its the kind of feeling where u feel that u dun really care about what others think about u its just god and u in the whole theatre. so yes i have decided to commit myself to going to barker on a regular basis. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school today was normal. din get to see D much today.sniff.  even though dee and van decided to raise the amount of money 2 $500 i have decided not to do the dare. telling D "hi my name is eunice and i think __ look really cute"( in a bimbotic fashion) is embarrassing. maybe i'll do it on the last day of exams just for fun and since i'll never see D EVER again it wun be so embarassing. HEHEHE. yes i shld stop obsessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-115150779239455611?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/115150779239455611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=115150779239455611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115150779239455611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/115150779239455611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2006/06/inspired-by-als-blog-i-have-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-111984908121085273</id><published>2005-06-26T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:11:21.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i had gp exam and i suddenly realised how much i miss mg! really! i mean last time, we wld all sit in the hall or in class and which the pple around us good luck or even pray. but today we din even pray. i  i know i shldn't keep wallowing in the past and u know live for tmr.cause, when i was in CJ i hated it and always wanted to come to AC. it was only towards the end that i appreciated wat i had and by then, its too late to turn back time. but its just something i feel so i hope this is just like a transition period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder: if we dun have farewells, will things still be as perfect as we imagine it to be when we have left. or is it just an illusion that we create when perhaps it isn't as perfect as we imagine it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is okay i guess, i mean the pple are lovely and all.but, i tell u sometimes i feel like some failure. i mean, its like for dunno know how many years i have joined choir and now i am in library and erm drama(which is not my forte). yes, i can't believe i am in library.its so annoying i tell u, i din even get an interview for library com. excuse me, i wld make an excellent committee member okay! and its by a voting system okay. i was so friendly to the library pple even though i only knew them for a day. how can they not vote for me! yes, i'm still upset abt it. hmph! xiaos keeps telling me that i got rejected by nerds. i so did not get rejected by them okay, just that u know due to erm time constraints that why i din get in OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bao is coming back on the 5th of july! i dun know if i shld be happy or sad. i mean, everytime she comes back, i'll have to prepare myself for her next departure. even though she has only left twice. but both were very bad. i was literally crying buckets of tears. and now, with school and all i dun know how much time i can spend time with her. i mean i'm happy for her but i'll be very sad when she leaves again. sniff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-111984908121085273?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/111984908121085273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=111984908121085273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/111984908121085273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/111984908121085273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-i-had-gp-exam-and-i-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-111079817780677667</id><published>2005-03-14T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T03:02:57.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dunno know why, but recently i've been feeling quite moody and all. i know i'm supposed to be u know happy that the march holidays are here and all. but, somehow,i feel worse. today, was quite a rough day due to some series of unfortunate events that may or may not have had been because of me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;anyway, i think i'm going to AC which i'm not too sure if its a good thing or not.i mean i've heard some nasty stuff abt it.i have to admit that CJ is quite an okay place to be in even though i've been complaining abt it so much. as in the teachers are quite concerned and all,not to mention the fact that the people are quite okay and stuff.dunno also lar.i think i'm in desperate need of a holiday to take my poor mind off stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-111079817780677667?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/111079817780677667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=111079817780677667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/111079817780677667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/111079817780677667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2005/03/dunno-know-why-but-recently-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-110588938826670036</id><published>2005-01-16T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T07:29:48.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bao leaving</title><content type='html'>looks like i really deserted my blog. well, on wednesday the 19/1/05 al(bao)is leaving to perth at around 9:30am. if it is possible pls go and see her even if u have school. feeling very sad abt it cause she is one of like my best friends and i am so used to talking to her super often and going out shopping with her and everything. but, at least she will be happy so i shld be happy for her and not upset right?but i can't help it she's been my best friend for so long and longer... yar so those who can go see her off on wednesday, do go and see&lt;br /&gt;her off k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-110588938826670036?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/110588938826670036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=110588938826670036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/110588938826670036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/110588938826670036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2005/01/bao-leaving.html' title='bao leaving'/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-110448971642637017</id><published>2004-12-31T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T05:13:08.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;merry christmas and a happy new year! i am going to miss mgs so much! oh 4b4 u've been a wonderful class !dunno where we'll all be for the 1st 3months. let's have a reunion sometime soon can? i've missed everyone so much. hope next year will be a fun year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-110448971642637017?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/110448971642637017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=110448971642637017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/110448971642637017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/110448971642637017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-109807692918455977</id><published>2004-10-17T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T22:22:09.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;suddenly feel quite sad and all. friday was our last day of school and i really am quite sad abt it. its like that was one of the last times we cld kind of like get together as a class for a lesson. i hate to say it but i think i'll miss going through hours and hours of lessons.4b4 u've been a really fabulous fabulous class. thank u!!!! i wonder where we will all be in 20 years time. we must have a class gathering at the end of the year! we must! feel really sad and all! I'M GOING TO MISS EVERYONE! teartear....(i'm not being sarcastic by the way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hey u know something? my CME improved from a Bto an A!!!! hehehe. u see i'm becoming more and more civil and much more human than i ALREADY am. hehehe. oh well, ade, jessica and sarah are so jealous of jeanette. she's so privileged to have the honour of sitting next to me!!!! hehehe. i can't help it! i think its JENETIC! &lt;o=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-109807692918455977?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/109807692918455977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=109807692918455977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/109807692918455977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/109807692918455977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2004/10/suddenly-feel-quite-sad-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-109533218501135162</id><published>2004-09-16T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T03:56:25.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hey! this so cool! use different colours? oooohhhh so pretty. SARAH you  are good with this stuff. u have to teach me this thingy one day in school! i hate exams! they are the most ridiculous things on earth. dun u agree huh? its so retarded. at the end of sec4 what skills are we equipped with? MUGGING SKILLS. are we going to remember what we studied in sec 4 20 years down the road huh? the answer is NO. i dun even remember what i studied in kindergarten. all i remember is that i had school at 11 and ended at 1and i did not like bean sprouts but i was forced to eat them.oh and i remembered i did not want to dance with this particular person in my kindergarten, so my mum had to call the teacher to put me with someone. haha.  those were the days. what happended to them.arghh so annoying. 8 exams in a row. are these teachers evil or what? oh well at least its over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;all these papers were bad! sobsob. i'll cross my fingers. I WANT TO GO OUT!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-109533218501135162?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/109533218501135162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=109533218501135162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/109533218501135162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/109533218501135162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2004/09/hey-this-so-cool-use-different-colours.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-109402814385615263</id><published>2004-09-01T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T01:42:23.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ky loves herself</title><content type='html'>i dunno what ky is up to..&lt;br /&gt;but she asked me to write this.. though i don't know how many times..&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually updating for ky.. not for myself ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ky:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself i love myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy are rahrah's hands tired. i dunno wad got into this girl manz.&lt;br /&gt;she just like so loving herself nowadays. haha. she needs to find love manz.&lt;br /&gt;sherilyn, kimberly, ade! you guys noe wad to do!! muahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-109402814385615263?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/109402814385615263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=109402814385615263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/109402814385615263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/109402814385615263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2004/09/ky-loves-herself.html' title='ky loves herself'/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955648.post-109249082468785013</id><published>2004-08-14T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T06:40:24.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya!&lt;br /&gt;ky wanted a new blog.. so sarah made her a new blog&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why she wants a new blog&lt;br /&gt;for some personal reasons, so she told me&lt;br /&gt;so yeah! i've gotten her a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope it's fine..&lt;br /&gt;sorrie papa.. if i chose an inappropriate template&lt;br /&gt;but do tell me ya..&lt;br /&gt;if you dont' like it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955648-109249082468785013?l=candycoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/109249082468785013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955648&amp;postID=109249082468785013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/109249082468785013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955648/posts/default/109249082468785013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candycoloured-.blogspot.com/2004/08/heya-ky-wanted-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah and eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485318408529994832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
