<?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-12961439</id><updated>2011-04-22T14:59:57.162+12:00</updated><category term='Hello Mr. Random / Bonjour Monsieur Randome'/><title type='text'>The Candaeeshop</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961439.post-2245531518782102858</id><published>2007-04-15T16:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:48:08.690+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>I have moved. Ask me for the url&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-2245531518782102858?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2245531518782102858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=2245531518782102858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/2245531518782102858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/2245531518782102858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/04/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-1739337948188069897</id><published>2007-04-14T22:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:35:24.573+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster so screwed</title><content type='html'>Error&lt;br /&gt;You have reached your maximum allowable comments for this profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster is so full of shit. Sigh Julianne I tried posting a comment but Friendster hates me. Bitch &lt;a href="mailto:!^&amp;!@&amp;amp;$*@$*$@!!()$"&gt;!^&amp;!@&amp;amp;$*@$*$@!!()$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha okay. We held a surprise belated birthday party for mom and there were some exciting moments where Quek family forgot it was today :@ and we hid everything including the food and balloons in the guest room! Haha and Aunty didn't have a phone on her soooo when they came back we asked them to drive off to the vege shop because we "needed some lemons". Yeah then we put everything back. So blood pumping. But mom was kinda surprised even though she sorta suspected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting colder nowadays. And getting dark quicker :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-1739337948188069897?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1739337948188069897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=1739337948188069897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/1739337948188069897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/1739337948188069897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/04/friendster-so-screwed.html' title='Friendster so screwed'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-8129226294582207986</id><published>2007-04-13T19:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:25:36.809+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse of the Treehouse</title><content type='html'>Been working on my treehouse haha. I poked my cuticle(ouch) from the cursed spikes on the tree. I'm sooooo accident prone. But working on my childhood dream is anyhows still fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I think God has a purpose for me, that's why He opened the doors to lead us to migrating here. I've always wanted a treehouse from what I see in the televisions and obviously living in a flat wouldn't allow me to do that. I'm able to do that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I absolutely love the thrill of driving;&lt;br /&gt;I can drive next year, not in Sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is too stressful in Singapore;&lt;br /&gt;here it's just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God has paved a way for me, I'm truely grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I don't have holiday homework. Ha. Ha. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-8129226294582207986?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8129226294582207986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=8129226294582207986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/8129226294582207986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/8129226294582207986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/04/curse-of-treehouse.html' title='Curse of the Treehouse'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-5047134405789953101</id><published>2007-04-10T11:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:10:32.992+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Coromandel</title><content type='html'>We're at coromandel for a holiday now. I'm blogging from an internet cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went fishing(caught five fish), oyster picking(a bucket load) and swimming. Will be back home on Wed or Thurs and I'll tell you more bout it. Going to visit my friends @ Paeroa on wednesday YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-5047134405789953101?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5047134405789953101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=5047134405789953101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/5047134405789953101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/5047134405789953101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/04/coromandel.html' title='Coromandel'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-3061681259893487953</id><published>2007-04-06T00:01:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:20:19.070+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/af4QtB/music/IfcJB0gX/bleeding_heart/"&gt;http://profile.imeem.com/af4QtB/music/IfcJB0gX/bleeding_heart/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't know why I can't post this shit up, and it is not emo screamo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEEDING HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that the end comes,&lt;br /&gt;You knew since the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to believe it's true,&lt;br /&gt;You are alone again,&lt;br /&gt;My soul will be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why's the clock even running,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If my world isn't turning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear your voice in the doorway wind.&lt;br /&gt;You are alone again,&lt;br /&gt;I'm only waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tear into pieces my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave with no repentance.&lt;br /&gt;I cried to you, my tears turn into blood,&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to surrender.&lt;br /&gt;You say that I take it too hard,&lt;br /&gt;And all I ask is comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;Bring back to you a piece of my broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the moments,&lt;br /&gt;Life was short for the romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a rose it will fade away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm leaving everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets, war is over,&lt;br /&gt;The return of a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;Put my hands on my bleeding heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving all behind,&lt;br /&gt;No longer waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for so long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-3061681259893487953?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3061681259893487953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=3061681259893487953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/3061681259893487953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/3061681259893487953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/04/bleeding-heart.html' title='Bleeding Heart'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-6639616100478547048</id><published>2007-04-05T23:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:00:20.945+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is the clock even running when my world isn't turning</title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more minute to mom's bdae, buffet at valentines! Hahaha they have oysters there ALL MINE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-6639616100478547048?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/6639616100478547048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=6639616100478547048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/6639616100478547048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/6639616100478547048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-is-clock-even-running-when-my-world.html' title='Why is the clock even running when my world isn&apos;t turning'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-370801353255130995</id><published>2007-04-01T16:54:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:10:55.439+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothingness</title><content type='html'>Hello friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing great! Just missing some people haha. And late nightssssssssss.. I'm currently doing my French assignment. I love French classes! The other day our assistant teacher(this French guy) cooked escargots with butter, garlic and lemon. It was really nice! Tasted like chicken, just a little bit bitter. And he's soooo funny. We were told to bring a picture of our family or family member so he can speak with us in french;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my mom's photo and he asked questions in french and all that. Then he asked if I have any sisters or brothers so I said one of each. Then he asked my brother's age, and then my sister's. And I was like, she's 23. Then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luc (french guy) : Oh she's the same age as me!&lt;br /&gt;Me : You're 23?!?!?!!?!?! What!&lt;br /&gt;Luc: Yeah, I just turned 23 about one month ago.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh my sister's birthday is on the new year.&lt;br /&gt;Luc: So she just turned 23 about one, two months ago?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yeah (I kind of knew what he was on about)&lt;br /&gt;Luc: You should introduce her to me&lt;br /&gt;Both: Hahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh.. French class happenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're doing Hard materials technology. Right now we're gonna make a car and I'm going to make a vintage car. Yeayah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of what to say! Err.. Oh um the way my chinese-speaking cousin speaks english cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYYYYY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-370801353255130995?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/370801353255130995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=370801353255130995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/370801353255130995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/370801353255130995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/03/nothingness.html' title='Nothingness'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-7692564810551894958</id><published>2007-03-27T18:40:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:42:49.759+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightsky</title><content type='html'>Ever stared up at the sky and wondered if someone might be looking back at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare up at the sky and &lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; are staring back at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-7692564810551894958?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7692564810551894958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=7692564810551894958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/7692564810551894958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/7692564810551894958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/03/nightsky.html' title='Nightsky'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-2049359501584512665</id><published>2007-03-26T21:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:22:34.809+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I see you looking at me (I wish)</title><content type='html'>Cruising down the freeway,&lt;br /&gt;Staring into the sky,&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were looking back,&lt;br /&gt;from where you were&lt;br /&gt;and I could just see your pretty smile winking at me&lt;br /&gt;in the white as clouds.&lt;br /&gt;You're so far away,&lt;br /&gt;Please be with me, stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that seems almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet yous haven't heard that song before, it's really cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-2049359501584512665?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2049359501584512665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=2049359501584512665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/2049359501584512665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/2049359501584512665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-see-you-looking-at-me-i-wish.html' title='I see you looking at me (I wish)'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-438993350311988295</id><published>2007-03-10T09:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T10:21:52.631+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Laid back</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;Laid back on a Saturday.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so wrong. With my aunty around, I swear we can never rest on Saturdays. she just gets us to do housework and all that. Just wait til Mommy comes.......... And thank God my mom is coming next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime back, I was still in bed at 10pm ON A SATURDAY. She said it was really late, so I argued and everything, I thought she got my point..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't. Just this morning I was awakened by Pearl and my aunty because they were moving Pearl's bed. It was 8 in the morning and she said it was too late to be in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell! It's a Saturday, and Saturdays are usually to take a break from school. It's not say like school is the ultimate playground. And when we wake up we do housework. I'm so not gonna do it when my mom comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Aunty Joyce is coming to pick us up at half past 11 to go for lunch(I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not everyday I post these quizzes to do. I'm bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW SPOILT ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR ROOM, DO YOU HAVE&lt;br /&gt;[  ] tv set&lt;br /&gt;[x] cd player&lt;br /&gt;[x] vcds&lt;br /&gt;[x] dvds&lt;br /&gt;[  ] ps&lt;br /&gt;[x] radio&lt;br /&gt;[x] computer&lt;br /&gt;[  ] fridge&lt;br /&gt;[  ] bathroom&lt;br /&gt;[x] posters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total = 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE U ALLOWED TO&lt;br /&gt;[x] party&lt;br /&gt;[x] go to the mall with friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] eat unhealthy stuff&lt;br /&gt;[x] stay out til past midnight&lt;br /&gt;[x] have ur own curfew&lt;br /&gt;[x] pick ur own school&lt;br /&gt;[x] buy ur own stuff&lt;br /&gt;[  ] drive anywhere &lt;em&gt;-not yet, but soon. next year mwahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] drink liquor &lt;em&gt;-i think so cos my dad gives me wine at dinners &amp; i didn't get told off by my mom for opening her golden sherry wine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] curse -&lt;em&gt;i don't know, but i curse anyways, and my mom just gives the click of her tongue and nothing else when i swear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total = 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;[x] talk back to ur parents&lt;br /&gt;[x] sneak out at night&lt;br /&gt;[x] been "told" not "scolded"&lt;br /&gt;[x] been out of country&lt;br /&gt;[x] shopped til u drop&lt;br /&gt;[x] been given more money than u needed&lt;br /&gt;[x] felt u were heavily guarded&lt;br /&gt;[  ] spent thousands in one store only&lt;br /&gt;[x] made ur parent(s) cry&lt;br /&gt;[x] yelled at ur maid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total = 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;[x] have what u need&lt;br /&gt;[x] get what u want&lt;br /&gt;[x] travel a lot -&lt;em&gt;to and from NZ, yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] have a maid&lt;br /&gt;[  ] have a driver&lt;br /&gt;[x] get a high allowance &lt;em&gt;-my parents just give me what i ask for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] do whatever u want&lt;br /&gt;[x] have branded clothing&lt;br /&gt;[  ] have a credit card &lt;em&gt;-nope but i'm gonna get an eftpos card&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] eat whenever u want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total = 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOUR PARENT(S)&lt;br /&gt;[x] scold you not following your curfew&lt;br /&gt;[  ] give u EVERYTHING u want&lt;br /&gt;[x] trust you&lt;br /&gt;[x] buy you things for the sake of buying them&lt;br /&gt;[x] give you "extra cash" when you're out somewhere&lt;br /&gt;[x] think u should have the best and only the best -&lt;em&gt;well, they want the best for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] want you to be happy&lt;br /&gt;[x] help you&lt;br /&gt;[x] love you&lt;br /&gt;[  ] pay for the mess you've made &lt;em&gt;-haven't got into a mess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total = 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but I'm not spoilt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-438993350311988295?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/438993350311988295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=438993350311988295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/438993350311988295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/438993350311988295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/03/laid-back.html' title='Laid back'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-869650302849697264</id><published>2007-03-09T20:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T21:43:30.344+13:00</updated><title type='text'>4 a cause</title><content type='html'>Hello peoples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been fun, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Went to play badminton at the old gym on wednesday. The teacher was teaching us to smash and she went like: "Smash the shit out of them(opponent)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were: ????!!?!?!!!! Did she just say shit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha yeah so anyways my french teacher yesterday was really cranky! She kept picking on me. Usually she doesn't care when i talked. But I think I was at fault cos I was on a high. Well, cos on wednesday's form we played this game where you go in a circle, and if someone goes up to you and asks: "If you love me, baby, smile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you crack up laughing, you'll be the next one to go round saying that line. If you don't crack up the person has to keep asking and asking. And Eric's(peer support) actions were priceless. They were such a crack up! Everyone loves him. His laugh is really funny it kills lollllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and I signed up for this thing called "40 hour famine" with Kathyrn. It's like those thingies the BB guys or GB girls do, collecting donations. This one is just different. It's like placing a bet(well sorta) with a "sponsor" and you go 40 hours withour something(eg food use of cell phone or ocmputer). Heaps of people are going 40 hours without food and so am I! It'll be starting next week and I just hope I won't cheat. Hahahaha and I hope I'll survive! If people in the needy areas can, I'm sure I can too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of the thing that cause you to compromise [with your walk with God]?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's youth group was fun. We played jailbreak/cops&amp;amp;robbers. And the "preaching" was really good. And we seperated into two groups, seek or freak. I went to seek and I was talking about late nights agendas with some other partying girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, highlights of the week. Aunty Joyce is bringing us out for lunch tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my form teacher is English. And I chat with mommy dearest like she's my best friend. Well she speaks like she's my friend! Haha random&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-869650302849697264?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/869650302849697264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=869650302849697264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/869650302849697264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/869650302849697264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/03/4-cause.html' title='4 a cause'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-3569413675046189830</id><published>2007-03-06T20:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T22:04:00.847+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey jude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI PEOPLES FIRST OF ALL PLEASE TAG TO MAKE IT LOOK ALIVE SO KEEP THE TAGS COMING IN THANKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate maths. I never used to hate it in Singapore but I just hate it here cos of the teacher, she makes us write heaps of stuff and expect us to do it at lightning speed. Other than that she's kinda nice, and she "takes us around the world" with Google Earth. Hahaha kinda fun. Unfortunately, we haven't gone to Singapore despite me shouting my request for a million times. She just gives in to the boys request, and she does flirt with the guys in my class. Yucks. Luckily we had this bangladesh relief teacher last friday. We didn't do anything much, he just told us about himself and his past in the war and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really hate my aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm doing Technofood after shifting from Fabrics tech. Why must Technofood be so far away! Why can't it be at T block instead of F block. It's so far away. Anna Maria and Alisha are real crack up shiz dawgssss. And Hauhuatoa. And we really miss Mrs Castle cos she's kuuuuuullllll and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also "make fun" of my English teacher. Like go: "Do you not understand my British accent?" in a british tone. If it were the case in Sg they'll beat the crap out of you. But this teacher laughed! LOLOLOLOLOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-3569413675046189830?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3569413675046189830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=3569413675046189830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/3569413675046189830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/3569413675046189830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-jude.html' title='Hey jude'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-8581041119423016194</id><published>2007-02-26T22:36:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:38:12.728+13:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY PEOPLES</title><content type='html'>HEY PEOPLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand my mom's cuteness. Was talking to her online and she had to wrap up to go home from the office and because she's coming here soon, she was like see you, come to the airport to fetch me ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-8581041119423016194?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8581041119423016194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=8581041119423016194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/8581041119423016194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/8581041119423016194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/02/hey-peoples.html' title='HEY PEOPLES'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-2059035229853252193</id><published>2007-02-26T16:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:55:38.604+13:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAYA</title><content type='html'>Richard is a playa and he asked me out just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-2059035229853252193?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2059035229853252193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=2059035229853252193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/2059035229853252193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/2059035229853252193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/02/playa.html' title='PLAYA'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-1446720256289923236</id><published>2007-02-25T22:43:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:01:27.626+13:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMMY</title><content type='html'>YEEEEEYAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's coming in a few weeks time! It's so fast! And school has been playing a part in helping time fly by because it is so enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is so cute okay. I was talking to her online and cos there was a show airing on tv I went off the computer for awhile and then she was like, "Are you there?" "I feel silly talking to myself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha then you know the MSN wink, she sent me one of it! The dancer one. SOOOO CUTEEE! She sent me that after I said "I think I got kidney failure". Then she told me to be linguistic and all that then she gave me a smiley face! Hahaha okay thats nothing. Then she asked me to be more interesting in the conversation so I was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHHHHH YOU'RE COMING SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "actually if you gals are coping so well .. i may.... not"&lt;br /&gt;Me: ":@ you stop it okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAHBLAHBLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "ya so can you come"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "of course i will go i have to deliver a child" (bringing my little cousin over cos my aunty's adopting him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I cracked up. I cracked up sooooo bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she and dad had to send my brother off for book in and I said I love her and all that then she goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: love you too... good times .. bad times...&lt;br /&gt;Me: ya i know&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha&lt;br /&gt;Mom: whether you're bad or you're good :)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (the heart emoticon)&lt;br /&gt;Me: hehhehheh&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (the kiss emoticon)&lt;br /&gt;Me: heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;Me: i feeeel LOVED&lt;br /&gt;Mom: go sleep now ... with all our love&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethingsomething&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OKAY BYE&lt;br /&gt;Me: you know kor is going to be late&lt;br /&gt;Mom: surprise mum... will you? better go now. he'll be charged or punished&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay&lt;br /&gt;Me: byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY PEOPLES BUT I'VE GOT THE BEST MOM. She a supermom. After work she comes home to do housework. After that she helps us children. And goes to sleep. Very little sleep. She's gonna wear herself out soon. Hopefully New Zealand would be awesome for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can you find such a cool, loving, cute, funky and awesome mom?! HA. HA. :P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P I'm more blessed then you(i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I just felt like putting that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-1446720256289923236?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1446720256289923236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=1446720256289923236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/1446720256289923236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/1446720256289923236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/02/mommy.html' title='MOMMY'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-6277831392410882366</id><published>2007-02-23T21:11:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:44:30.759+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello Mr. Random / Bonjour Monsieur Randome'/><title type='text'>Hello Mr. Random</title><content type='html'>BONJOUR PEOPLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really love french classes. You know Julianne, somehow I keep thinking of you in my french class(oh my god it sounds really wrong) like how you would speak and all that. Hahahaha it sounds so dodgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and there's this girl in my class for Tech block, Ashley, she seems like a total stuck up bitch and those pretty, make-up and popular kinda girls. But she's actually quite nice! Yeah and when she looks at you it's like she's pissed off but, yeah.. You get the idea. The teacher in this class is cool too! She lets us play music in class as long as there's no swearing in it and she's like nice! And she doesn't tell us off. Too bad we're only having her for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing for this girl in my form class called Tori. I hang out with her and stuff and she's pretty cool. She's waaay friendly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say! Oh bus rides are so expensive. $2.20 EVERYDAY for a single bus ride home. And you thought adult fares back in Sg are expensive. I got really nice friendsssssssss. Some. Forgive me bacause it is late now and I'm usually awake at night. I wish there was Spize Connection waiting for me outside there at simpang bedok with the "gang". Haha I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I can tell you everything in this post but it'll be too much. Haha tomorrow perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-6277831392410882366?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/6277831392410882366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=6277831392410882366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/6277831392410882366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/6277831392410882366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-mr-random.html' title='Hello Mr. Random'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-8725881599538666648</id><published>2007-02-18T00:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:23:21.820+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass</title><content type='html'>Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIN NIAN KUAI LE! GONG XI FA CAI! And so on. Sigh, this year(and the years to come) would be chinese new yearless. Also, this year is the only year I've started school without my mom. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, Lisa is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now a piece of glass got embedded into my foot. I used a tweezer to pull it out. It's so much better now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's so hot in the afternoons now. And on wednesday, we had athletics day. So to support our house, we painted our face! And cos our color's red, I put two rosy cheeks. Like two circles. Now I've got a tan with a white circle on my face :( and I sunburnt my lower lip again. So swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-8725881599538666648?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8725881599538666648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=8725881599538666648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/8725881599538666648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/8725881599538666648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/02/glass.html' title='Glass'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-117135546949482130</id><published>2007-02-13T20:51:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:31:09.810+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from NZ</title><content type='html'>Greetings from Auckland, NZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guys I'm so so so sorry that I didn't update you guys through my blog earlier. But here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the day before we flew off, Uncle Ben got into a fit in the morning. He bit off portions of his tongue and INTO his big ulcer and right through it. His whole pillow was full of blood? Yeah I think his much better now. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so heaps of people couldn't come send me off. So many of them were working. Haha. Yeah and we were waiting to get into the plane, then my sister's friend who works in the airport, he was right outside. So he signal to my sister like "Go drink in the plane la". Haha then,&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Eh che, che"&lt;br /&gt;Sis: "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Later you help me order a Bloody Mary la"&lt;br /&gt;(Surprisingly) Sis: "Ya okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't order! I asked for a Baileys irish cream instead. It was sooo so good. And watched lovewrecked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well school started on friday. On the first it was sooo akward. Everyone knew someone but I didn't. So I just stood there and waited, and waited, and waited. Then finally moved to the gym. Then this girl called Anna came and talked to me. Had some talk by the principal. So I was being a good girl and listening, then suddenly I heard this loud  "BLEHHHH" like this really huge burp but like a vomit, and when I turned my head, I saw this girl spewing and because she put her hand on her mouth, some bits of rice flew to the back! And far, far back! I was sitting like so far away from her but like a few bits of rice got onto me and heaps of other people. My first reaction was like "SHIT!" "YUCK!" "GROSSSSS" "YUCK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got sent out to class. I'm in Anawhata "school" though I'm in Massey High. So confusing right. My class is quite cool, and so is the teacher. Met this girl called Lisa. My class is quite friendly I think! Then played ice breakers with the squishy ball. Then yesterday(monday), we got our timetables so we had our options period and I had drama and fabric technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In drama we had icebreakers too, and it was a drama. Haha I'm quite lazy to say it but, I'll say it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really puny boy sat beside me then one of the three bitches called Faith was disturbing him from the other side signalling "I LOVE YOU". And the boy rolled his eyes and said to me, "She's so ugly, her face can crack mirrors"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed home. Oh and for lunch I had tortillas, it was so yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha how true. And last night I set my phone alarm to 7:15am. I always wake up on the loud tone but guess what, the time was Singapore time! And it rang 5 hours later. Grr it caused me to miss one day of fun school, and I have to explain to my teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen asked me to take a picture of me in my school uniform. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-117135546949482130?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/117135546949482130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=117135546949482130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/117135546949482130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/117135546949482130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/02/greetings-from-nz.html' title='Greetings from NZ'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116965533672912010</id><published>2007-01-25T03:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T05:15:36.873+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;You know something, I was lying on my bed last night(or morning) and it suddenly struck me that I am not going to be left here for very long. So I checked with my trusty cell phone calendar and I counted the number of days left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;If you take away today because it is already night, it's only 10 days! Seriously I don't know what to feel. Sad, angry, happy, blank or all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah I think i feel all of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I looooove to study there BUT! I hate living there cos all the shops close at around 5-6(OUCH!). It hurts. It's the total opposite here! Shops are open all around the clock, it's so fun. I love to live here but I absolutely hate studying/working here. I wish I had the best of both worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh man I'm starting school on the 9th of February and this year would be the first year for me to start school without my mom. Oh damn. My mom feels kinda bad that she isn't able to be there for me cos of the business, and she gets really really sad when I go like: "Aww mom why can't you go on the 4th of February. :("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And she'll go like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Sigh.. Sorry sorry I'm so sorry luhh. SIGH I feel so bad" with the pouty look. And her face immediately changes to this :( when talking about this subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So I go to her, and I tell her it's okay and everything and I ask her why she is so upset. She says she just wants to be there with me to see me start school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;What an awesome mom. I love her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I pray so much that I will make good and friendly friends and that the people in Massey High School will be really nice and warm and friendly and welcoming. Well, I don't expect EVERYONE to be nice but almost all of them. Oh and I hope I would get some really good arguing skills so that if some bitch in school becomes unreasonable and starts to pick a fight with a stupid reason, I hope the words will just come like in a snap of the finger. Cool, I've never had that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Perhaps if some football big shot guy doesn't like Asians I'd outtalk him and whoop his ass he wishes he was Asian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Probably this really old, powdery school discipline mistress wearing floral dresses to cover her spider-web vein legs and red heels with the retro like cat eye glasses(you know those that are pointy at the end) and a long &amp; loose chain. Maybe she'll start to get unreasonable, I can talk back at her and make her not want to ask me anymore questions. Hahaha maybe becoming really popular with the people and being the school idol. Or how people make way for me when I walk down the hallway. Haha it's so television-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm, nah. The only thing I'm worried about is making hardcore havoc friends who deal with drugs and smoke and drink and curse and lead an unhealthy lifestyle. The main thing is I'm scared they will psycho me into drugs or sabotage me by planting pills in my bag. I'm really scared of that but I told my mom I'd tell her if anyone offered me drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I just wanna make good friends, really. I wanna go there and start a new lifestyle, free from my awful past. I wanna try topping either my class or level or school. Possibilities are really high if there were lesser Asians there. Heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116965533672912010?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116965533672912010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116965533672912010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116965533672912010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116965533672912010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-man.html' title='Oh Man!'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116957061251975635</id><published>2007-01-24T04:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T05:43:32.600+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lucky Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Seriously, I should really start to count my blessings. Not only do I have what I need, I also have sufficient funds to give way to my wants. Greedy wants. &gt;:@ I already have a cell phone(not the lousy kinda model or anything), an iPod and sufficient money whenever I go out. Getting an allowance is good what right? Some people get allowances that are fixed, not fixed, reasonable, not reasonable or they don't even get at all! My parents give me allowance whenever I ask them for it and it's a lot, way further than reasonable. I'm so lucky, my parents are not split up like how I've seen my NZ friend's parents. Divorced and remarried. They also drink a lot and smoke a lot. I am truly really lucky. Not only do I have a roof over my head in a safe enviroment where I don't have to worry about bombs exploding or the weather being too hot or too cold, I also have at least three good meals a day and even snacks whenever I am bored. Children of Afghanistan are in desperation of surviving and finding food and yet here I can be eating out of boredom, or wasting food when I am too full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay non-material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not like I'm born disabled or handicapped or retarded. In fact, I got away from being born a midget, a problem with the limbs. See, my mom gave birth to me when she was 36 and by that age, giving birth is really risky, the child is prone to disabilities. According to my parents, they said that the doctor discovered something about my limbs and that I could be born being a(someword that starts with an 'A') Dwarf. However, if you look at me now, you'll think that this paragraph is just a lie. Nope, it is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And now, freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Look, I'm only 13 right? But yet my parents give me enough freedom. It's not like they totally don't care about&lt;/span&gt; me. I have a friend who cann be out without going home for two days straight and his parents don't call him. Not that he likes it but, anyway, my parents do give me a good load of freedom. I'm able to go out at anytime I want(almost) and come back anytime I want unless sometimes my parents have some stuff to talk about or they're just not in the right mood. Past few days I've been going out at coming back at unearthly hours in the morning like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Meeting Cheng You downstairs and coming back only at 2:30am;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-After going to the dojo and returning at about 12am;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Sunday's Manchester United VS Arsenal match with my cousin Isaac at his friend's and returning home at 4 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;These are just some of it only. There were so many other times than that. And I have some friends that are older than me and they're not even allowed to go out in the evening onwards but here I am returning home at wee hours of the morning, and my parents still are concerned for me and they still care for me. I don't go home to a home where people are shouting or fighting or gambling or smoking or cursing or drinking but I go home and find that in there, that's where my heart really is despite the fights and quarrels. In there, that's where the people really shower love and care on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I should stop envying and count my blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I AM SO BLESSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Haha, I'm cooking breakfast for my parents later on before they go to work. Breakfast in bed! Oh, and count your blessings too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116957061251975635?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116957061251975635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116957061251975635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116957061251975635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116957061251975635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/01/lucky-girl.html' title='Lucky Girl'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116922536452018284</id><published>2007-01-20T04:53:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T05:49:24.616+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>They say blood is thicker than water, no doubt. Who do you turn to when all your friends have left you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who do you turn to when you fall out with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no one out there. Not even the relatives. You find your friends, and they're are either tired, lazy, uncontactable or they plainly just don't want you to confide in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I really shouldn't blame them, it's not like it's their problem anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's just me, I ring my friends up to go to dinner and plan to tell them my issues, somehow I just can't put it to words and really confess it. Probably because when I confide in them, I don't spill the whole cup of beans. Only the surface is revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always envied my friends that have a super close relationship with their fellow cousins, or even siblings. I envy those people more than people who envy me for having material things eg my iPod, my cellphone or maybe even envying the freedom of being able to go out late at night at my age I swear. Afterall, do these gadgets make you happy when you have life-wrecking issues? Do late night agendas give the freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My bus rides and walks these few days seem to be the darkest, loneliest and solemn ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Isabel and Jacinta for dinner yesterday, and I reached home at about quarter past 11 and, somehow didn't really like it at home cos of something. Then asked Cheng You to come down to my block. Had a chat until about 2+am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to dojo today and then went for Katong laksa and rojak with Derek and Ben. In Katong laksa's 'tradition', they only use a spoon no chopsticks! Didn't know that. Took a bus home with Derek and we chatted bout A LOT of army stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I'm sorry, all of you. All the laughters, seeming to have a good time, smiles and crack ups, are plain lies. It was all a facade, an outer appearance that are worlds apart from the inner. Perhaps it was a way to numb the feelings on the inside or temporarily take away the emotional pain and escape into another world, but living with those scars in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Live life for another day?&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you take the pain away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116922536452018284?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116922536452018284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116922536452018284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116922536452018284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116922536452018284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2007/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116858991256461411</id><published>2007-01-12T19:58:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T05:16:15.763+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 20th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday, 12th January 2006;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOR KOR &lt;strike&gt;DEAREST&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;20 years old, and growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really amazing to see(or feel) how time flies. And just tomorrow, you're gonna be enlisted! Then again, after 2weeks of confinement(OUCH!), you'll be out and back home every weekend. Before you know it, NS is over and you'll be joining us over in Auckland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee. Now my brother has a shaved head already cos he said that in the army they shave anyhow.. It looks cool anyway. Kinda looks fatter though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to 20 years of surviving in this crazy world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to send off the Lees to Perth tomorrow. Then after that going to Tekong! Haha I heard from Ms Toh that after a talk in the auditorium, they all have to stand in one line like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      Then wait for the family to 'fetch' them(NS recruits) to go to the canteen to have the 'last meal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm okay I'm gonna indulge in a warm shower on a rainy night and have a good sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116858991256461411?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116858991256461411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116858991256461411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i want to be a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116714402857654945?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116714402857654945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116714402857654945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116714402857654945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116714402857654945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/resolution.html' title='RESOLUTION'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116706989425244711</id><published>2006-12-26T06:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T07:04:54.316+13:00</updated><title type='text'>best christmas</title><content type='html'>eh i really hate this year. this christmas has been shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best christmas my ass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116706989425244711?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-12961439.post-116654637870995574</id><published>2006-12-20T05:19:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T05:39:39.020+13:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO SG</title><content type='html'>HELLO SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;HELLO MATES!&lt;br /&gt;HELLO I AM BACK IN SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached at 2am and went home. got onto the computer since i figured i couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;watched tv and went on the massage chair and fell asleep and slept at 7+ till i was awakened at about 10 by my dad putting a pillow for my comfort &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to prata shop and ate murtabak! yummae. AND MENTAL WOMAN WAS THERE. that lady with a big underbite. yuck and i told my mom i was scared my mom told me not to look at her. and that lady didn't care that my parents were there she just talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then drove to TM to get another sim card. my mom lost mine. then dad drove me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on the net to kill time, got ready and went to century square. i wanted to surprise my friends so i got karen to arrange for the girls to meet so i can suddenly appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured i couldn't wait so i rang charmaine in a different voice and she recognised me. and i asked her where she was and went to the foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebecca was surprised. and when isabel saw me she hit me on my arm for i don't know what reason. and charmaine wasn't exactly surprised. jenna was. and jeanette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to billy bomber's and had cookies &amp; cream milkshake. and cheese fries. karen came over and talked. went to the arcade, rebecca left for home and raced. godd i love driving!&lt;br /&gt;then karen &amp; mabel left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they went shopping and i felt really tired. isabel, charmaine, jeanette and jenna came over to my place and then went to the foodcourt at prime to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was raining so WOWZERS KIND ISABEL sheltered me. hahahaha wowwwwwww so kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked her home then i went home and had a shower. eventful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116654637870995574?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116654637870995574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116654637870995574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116654637870995574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116654637870995574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-sg.html' title='HELLO SG'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116599867560544034</id><published>2006-12-13T20:42:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:31:15.606+13:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet</title><content type='html'>haha the title is just ironic. today wasn't exactly sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi today i forgot to bring shoes to school. not like i ever wear them on school days. it feels fun in the country. something very different from sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to draw ourselves and i did a cartoon of me.&lt;br /&gt;yeah so at morning tea, they were doing the hawaiian dance and i was soooooo crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um at lunchtime it was soooo, i don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the corner of school(playground) and made a few prank calls. joe, zeath, kyha and angel were there. hahaha joe rang some place i can't remember and then he passed the phone on to me and rang some toll-free helpline for alcoholics. and it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operator: "hi this is the alcohol helpline you're speaking to ______ how may i help you?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "hello(stuck up voice)"&lt;br /&gt;op: "ye.."&lt;br /&gt;me: "can i buy some alcohol?"&lt;br /&gt;op: "i'm going to report this number to the police"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hang up straight away. i was damn scared! but zeath and joe told me that the police don't bother to do anything. hahaha i don't care getting into any trouble on my last week in this town. i just did what i might regret not doing with my awesome mates. i mean, nothing regretful but i'm just doing this like once in a blue moon.. it was fun tho.. definitely very memorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truck came and took our stuff today so now we're left with the computer(thank God) and thin mattresses to sleep on FOR TWO DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i suck at blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we came in 2nd for squash. played against some school starting with "O" and then horotiu. that girl i challenged reckons she sucks but she doesn't! her serves are like smashes oei. but i won her by 1 point. and went into the finals challenging te aroha AGAIN. i lost by 2 points. but it was just for the fun of it. and i saw X, not that i know that person. but, ahhhhhh. i regret not asking for X's number(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay joe's tmr after school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116599867560544034?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116599867560544034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116599867560544034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116599867560544034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116599867560544034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/sweet_12.html' title='sweet'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116547563682373571</id><published>2006-12-07T20:09:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:31:54.870+13:00</updated><title type='text'>HA</title><content type='html'>ha lau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squash on monday. we got into the next round competing in hamilton! yeah i lost all 3 matches at te aroha. damn they were too good! and mrs wilkinson had to put me as the better girl of the 2. crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, they went by points. not by sets. lucky for me i lost smth like 18-20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, my party's tmr yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you know i bought a flashing christmas tree pin and flashing rudolph earrings! hahaha they don't go bling bling but flash flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we can go flash flash in orchard road late/dark at night and red lights will be blinking in the night. we also can go crazy singing carols. i'll be home for christmas!.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116547563682373571?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116547563682373571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116547563682373571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116547563682373571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116547563682373571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/ha.html' title='HA'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116461431252731386</id><published>2006-11-27T20:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:58:32.563+13:00</updated><title type='text'>the best day in my life</title><content type='html'>yesterday was one of the best days in my life for someone who likes driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early and off to the co-op church. hope wasn't there ): but piula was! (: played baseball and then i walked to the baptist church. my uncle was asking me to help me with some of his farm work. gathering cows, locking up paddocks and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to woolworths, then home for lunch. changed into my shabby clothes and my uncle took me on the motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were two bulls on the road, so we had to chase them. and the lane my uncle went on was so bumpy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay blah blah blah and then um, we swopped the motorbike for the ATV then i rode it &lt;3333333333 fun shit! so went and gather some calves. and the horn is soooo cute! behpbehp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought them to the paddock just next to our house and then set up some stuff and went back to the shed. and i can't really remember, i think after that my uncle rode to a paddock. i was sitting on the side and felt some wet stuff go on my leg. it was the cow shit. i screamed like !)@(#*$&amp;%^ alright. washed up at the truff and off to another paddock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my uncle left me with the ATV. he asked me to find number 2. and i went all the way to the end but it was wayyyy back. dan came cos i think they were worried. hahaha how stupid of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chased back some calves that were coming back. there had to be so many trips. but i love it &lt;3! since i was riding the ATV. and i was alone with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chased some cows to the milking shed cos it was time for milking. and it was horrible. they were so slow! i went at 1km/h and sometimes 2. and they're not like calves! calves go faster when you horn or make the engine louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home on the ATV. alone on the bike again &lt;33333333 i went up to the last gear and went to like 45km/h. imagine that, no covering nothing and your hair just gets blown and it's soooooooooooooooooooooo fun! collected the empty milk bottles and went back to the shed. my aunty thought i didn't know how to work the bike. hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filled the bottles up with milk and then went back again. had a short rest and then back to the shed. and i waited there for very long til they stopped milking. and my uncle used farming terms i didn't understand so i had to go back and forth quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then went home on the cod bike. after dinner, set out again to get some calves to another paddock then rode to the shed and swopped the ATV for the motorbike and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reckon farm work is quite fun considering you ride on the bikes and all that. but you have to come down the bike after every few metres to open/shut gates etc. and besides all the shit, i think it's quite alright. it's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was one of the best days in my life. yesterday, was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116461431252731386?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116461431252731386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116461431252731386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116461431252731386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116461431252731386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/11/best-day-in-my-life.html' title='the best day in my life'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116444525083737565</id><published>2006-11-25T21:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:10:39.563+13:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet.</title><content type='html'>sup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever had the weird thinking, maybe hearing, that when someone is talking, for a moment you think that they're singing? it's not quite audible but it's just for a moment's funny thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have been sweet. well, not really but, yeah anyways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday-&lt;br /&gt;i used to say "monday's coming the day i hate" on the weekends when i was schooling in sg. but now it's not quite like it. and time goes by really fast, tho the lifestyle is really slow paced. so started school on monday, mrs r has got shingles. and has went to aussieland till december the 11th! and mrs k relieved and she SUCKS SHITTTT. she's probably having her period. chris(squash champ) came over to set up the miniature squash court. he's soo.. good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday-&lt;br /&gt;fuck mrs keegan man.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday-&lt;br /&gt;oh my godddd finally mr nancekivell (principal) took over. and then after school went home and left for youth group. moana came. oh we played 'scram' and volleyball and you know that game where you put the egg on the spoon? but we substituted the egg with a waterbomb. and we had to go thru an obstacle course. and then bombed each other and all that. err, had lemonade and chips for supper. and went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today-&lt;br /&gt;i woke up with my head feeling pains. probably because i slept with damp hair. i wanted to dry it, but i just fell asleep. yeah and after dinner i had berry milkshake and then drank some sparkling wine. it's nice, it's like soda but it's wine flavored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i just wrote something quite long about how nasty my aunt is, but i decided to remove it and make it short.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunty sucks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more weeks to city life! but byebye my great friends! i gonna everyone at paeroa a lot. but it's not as bad as missing my friends in sg. cos paeroa is just an hour's drive away from auckland. and i might come back to live here if i don't like massey. i'm gonna hate auckland. MY AUNT'S GONNA BE LIVING THERE ALSO. but not for long. imagine sharing the room with my mom and sis? and my aunt still charges my mom such a high rent. call her family? i don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine having to leave your country, after settling down so nicely and have made such great friends and coming to a foreign land, then after settling down so quick(i'm popular in school cos&lt;br /&gt;1. i started late but no one else started with me so&lt;br /&gt;2. everyone comes up to me and asks questions about me&lt;br /&gt;3. there's only 62 people&lt;br /&gt;4. on the first day of school i was already treated like i was one of the clique of girls&lt;br /&gt;5. joseph liked me on day one. and john says zeath does too. haha whatever. but zeath looks like a 17 year old! and he's good looking. and tall. and has smoky eyes. and nice hair. hmm.. if that's not settling quickly then what?), leave for another city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;godddd the wine is nice i think i had 3-4 glasses already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY GONNA SEE HOPE TMR. and we can go random in church. hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been listening to "thank you for the venom" and it has been stuck on my head for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you'll never make me leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wear this on my sleeve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;give me a reason to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so give me all your poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and give me all your pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;give me all your hopeless hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and make me ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're running after something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that you'll never kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if this how you want it then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fire at will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116444525083737565?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116444525083737565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116444525083737565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116444525083737565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116444525083737565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/11/sweet.html' title='sweet.'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116426057537977966</id><published>2006-11-23T18:19:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:42:55.390+13:00</updated><title type='text'>AGAIN</title><content type='html'>i shall try it again! &amp; this time i'll comment hahaha fun shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does next year have in store for me?&lt;br /&gt;Ohio Is For Lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my love life like?&lt;br /&gt;Be My Escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I say when life gets hard?&lt;br /&gt;I Write Sins Not Tragedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u think of on waking up?&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance - &lt;em&gt;ironic, i can't dance for nuts!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will I dance to at my wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Of You - &lt;em&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want as a career?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite saying?&lt;br /&gt;Niki FM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite place?&lt;br /&gt;Heaven - &lt;em&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Broken - &lt;em&gt;noooo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your Pornstar name?&lt;br /&gt;Blindfold - &lt;em&gt;hahaha okay i suddenly thought of joseph's sickkkk as joke. it's at the bottom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you go on a first date?&lt;br /&gt;Deeper - &lt;em&gt;oh i'll go deeper on the first date already?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drug of choice?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' Blood -&lt;em&gt; hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Word Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the thing I like doing most?&lt;br /&gt;X&amp;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that best describes my school principal?&lt;br /&gt;Talk - &lt;em&gt;he's good at talking but he ain't talkative&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my state of mind like at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Love Is The Compass -&lt;em&gt; sure sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I die?&lt;br /&gt;Be Be Your Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer for the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Welcome To My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;My Glorious - &lt;em&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best friend's best theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Time Is Running Out - &lt;em&gt;oh no!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy &lt;em&gt;- i would guess so......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;Grace Like A River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Everything - &lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Fire - &lt;em&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song best describes you?&lt;br /&gt;Cute Without The 'E' - &lt;em&gt;i'm cute with the 'e'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Dakota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play during your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Build A Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;If We'd Ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;History Maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Where'd You Go - &lt;em&gt;new zealand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;Dressing Up To Drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Rockstar &lt;em&gt;- i'd be one, trust me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Burn For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;God In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer the first time i did it! but it's alright. oh and there are repeated songs cos i re-shuffled my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the sick joke joseph told me today:&lt;br /&gt;this little girl went to her grandparents' and this little girl asked her nana if she knew any magic tricks but the grandmother didn't have any, so this girl asked her grandpops and he asked her to sit on his lap in a chair, then the grandfather asked her: "do you feel anything going up your bum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah" the little girl said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look! no hands!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick as.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116426057537977966?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116426057537977966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116426057537977966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116426057537977966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116426057537977966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/11/again.html' title='AGAIN'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116425871979243195</id><published>2006-11-23T17:37:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:18:54.633+13:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thank you eileen for this quiz that helped me through my boredom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No cheating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What does next year have in store for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Strawberry Fields Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's my love life like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twisted Logic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do I say when life gets hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do u think of on waking up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What song will I dance to at my wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you want as a career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your favourite saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bob The Builder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Favourite place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Through The Fire And Flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's your Pornstar name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Majesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where would you go on a first date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dakota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Drug of choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ghost Of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is the thing I like doing most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dare You To Move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The song that best describes my school principal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Welcome To My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is my state of mind like at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Music To Watch Girls By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How will I die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dressing Up To Drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer for the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is your best friend's best theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Burn For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What was high school like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Hardest Part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God's Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ohio Is For Lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What song best describes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This Never Happened Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What song will they play during your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Almost Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She Will Be Loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Truth Can Be A Brutal Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wisemen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dance In The River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Goodnight Goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116425871979243195?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116425871979243195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116425871979243195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116425871979243195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116425871979243195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/11/quiz_116425871979243195.html' title='QUIZ'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116392580277647406</id><published>2006-11-19T21:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:43:22.786+13:00</updated><title type='text'>suuuuuppppp</title><content type='html'>hi! how are you! how are things, are they good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH EH EH I DUNCH HAVE ACCENT LARRRRRRRRRLORRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay past few days sucked, i wasn't allowed to sleepover at hope's. :@:@:@:@:@ that is flippin' disgusting. and i'm not staying near town! shittttttttty shit shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on friday, my aunt drove me up to auckland to take my test for Massey High School. oh my god i'm telling you, they are like @!^$&amp;@&amp;amp;^($#*&amp;# rich! guess what kinda SCRAP paper they used for the math test? some quality paper(the thick kind) and with some sultan printed on the other side in color. that is dumb. oh and the test was stupid. cos in the math test, i didn't understand one of the terms used since they don't use in sg. and when i asked the teacher, guess what the bitch said! "i'm not telling you!" in that childy tone! oh and bitchy too. like wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so we drove back home and um drove to hope's before youth group. i acted gay. ;) and hope said her name was spelt as 'hopie'. woteva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to the baptist church for youth group. played touch and warball. anddddddddd yeah. oh hope wasn't allowed to come, she's too old. rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to hope's AGAIN. and wes was there too. haha they(joe &amp; wes) got lost in paeroa. you can't get lost in paeroa! it's too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and just now i went to the co-op church. hope was there again. i'm gonna get sick of seeing her. and on tuesday i'm going to again. hahahahahaha okay. we were getting high there. oh and my uncle brought back two puppies! they are so flippin' cute please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been nice talking to some mates in sg. i misssssssssss sg! and i don't have an accent. and my chinese sucks i didn't know how to write 'call' in chinese and isabel had to explain. a square and a 4. hahahaha and 'shui jiao' too! okay my chinese sucks shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116392580277647406?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116392580277647406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116392580277647406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116392580277647406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116392580277647406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/11/suuuuuppppp.html' title='suuuuuppppp'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116305708117740657</id><published>2006-11-09T20:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:24:41.213+13:00</updated><title type='text'>KIA ORA!</title><content type='html'>KIA ORA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fomg i'm missing my friends. THOSE WHO ARE MIA IN APIA, SAMOA. AND AND THOSE WHO LEFT ME BEHIND WITH THE JUNIORS FOR ONE DAY. THOSE WHO MADE ME GO TO GISBORNE TO WORK. okay, maybe not. &amp; yes! i sooooo miss my friends at sg. i had laksa just now, ahhhh, close to home babehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i went up to gisborne over the past few days by InterCity bus. yes, to go worrrrkk at some stupid vineyard. it was boring as! but i've earned my $200+ so, yeah. and yeah we drank super nice wine. came back today and it's now 8 &amp; the sun has just started to set, honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;okay monday please come, and come faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya hor, i hor got tell you ah that my sister say i hor try veh hard to speak singlish lor.. she so rubbish rubbish one lor. you see my singlish is purrrfect lah. siao siao she says i got slang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOO I DON'T HAVE A SLANG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116305708117740657?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116305708117740657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116305708117740657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116305708117740657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116305708117740657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/11/kia-ora.html' title='KIA ORA!'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116219981460385365</id><published>2006-10-30T22:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:16:54.613+13:00</updated><title type='text'>HOTTT</title><content type='html'>school was alright, my friends are going to samoa this wednesday :( i'm not going cos i didn't enrol in school early enough. but oh well! hurghh i'm gonna miss my friendss!! and jessie was like, how are you gonna survive without us. hahahaha funny shit, that girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle's friend and her son came over for dinner just now. his name is scot/scott. and he is sooooooooooooooooo hot! it rhymes! he's sucha nice guy and he's 16.. so gentlemanly and stuff.. and when it was time to leave he kept like looking at me and waving(being cool tho). ahhhhhh. dammit i should have asked for his number! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay shut up all of you, don't have to comment on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116219981460385365?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116219981460385365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116219981460385365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116219981460385365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116219981460385365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/10/hottt.html' title='HOTTT'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116201540433485493</id><published>2006-10-28T18:40:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T19:03:24.356+13:00</updated><title type='text'>KIWIANA BABY!</title><content type='html'>i can like finally walk on those stilts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally rode the four wheeler(cod bike). in school i thought them a lot of stuff! how to do the 'drop it like it's hot' beat boxing thing etc. there was youth group last night, so after school, viki and bridget came over to my place after school and had lunch and stuff. then my aunt dropped us off at piula's and we walked to church. jessie couldn't come walk with us! :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( i very much wanted to see her hahahahahahaha. but saw her at youth group anyway. maaria was down with a flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, a few days ago we were doing our samoan art(tho i did it retro style), then joseph was telling almost everyone that viki's a prostitute and elias and maaria were there too. so i was like, "how much do you cost?" and we all laughed. then yesterday, jessie and her group were doing their devotions thingy, maaria was freezing so she was sitting infront of the heater and viki was there. i was sitting at the table with zara doing our spelling and viki, maaria and i kept asking each other how much we cost and then viki asked me to ask jessie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i did, and she went: "oh! i'm like $50 an hour. and i was on an ad in the papers!" and it was sooooo not her! she said that despite her quietness and goodiness and all. we laughed hard man. so i went, okay i'll take two and i'll bring the 100 bucks tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after school we were like, "see you tonight, jessie! ;)" but we were really going to meet her that night, for youth group okay! and youth group was fun. when we reached we were beatboxing to drop it like it's hot and then we went to see the celtic dancing. then off to the church and they were all playing frisbee. then i went to jessie and said, "hey i've got the $100!" and she went "oh do you! (with wide opened eyes)" it was damn funny okay. so played warball and basketball. then piula's devotion, then pictionary. went home and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up in the morning and went to the paeroa memorial hall to see my school dance for the competition. cool as! okay maybe not but, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home and my uncle's back from gisborne from hunting. he brought back pigs and i'm gonna help cut them up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the pimp's in the crib, ma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116201540433485493?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116201540433485493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116201540433485493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116201540433485493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116201540433485493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/10/kiwiana-baby.html' title='KIWIANA BABY!'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116063661052269800</id><published>2006-10-12T19:51:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:03:30.543+13:00</updated><title type='text'>DOPESHIT</title><content type='html'>eh school was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning tea we didn't really do much and during lunch break we danced to high school musical and some other songs.. haha robot dancing is coooool! and beyonce-ing! LOOOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116063661052269800?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116063661052269800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116063661052269800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116063661052269800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116063661052269800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/10/dopeshit.html' title='DOPESHIT'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-116021367949903060</id><published>2006-10-07T21:51:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:34:41.556+13:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL THAT</title><content type='html'>hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing's have been good(well maybe), but i haven't been blogging. sorry bout that yeah. now i'm able to cos my aunt has upgraded her internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes so during my two weeks holiday i went to spend it with my cousins, nephew and niece in auckland(my house is in paeroa, you know the drink L&amp;P lemon and paeroa? here's it's home). went to taupo's snow mountain to snowboard. it was quite fun. tiring tho. yes and went to their church, city impact church. it's like city harvest but only waaaaaaayyyy smaller.. like an auditorium hall. and so cool, they're building another hall that can hold 2000 people, get this, with voluteers from the church only! it's amazing eh? it not done up yet but it looks really nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes so the family kept a surprise from me. my brother was coming for holiday! damn i was surprised. it was isabelle's(my niece) birthday and we play the amzing race. then my cousin drove to the airport and we were all guessing what the hell she was driving there for. then drove infront of my brother, i didn't see him. then drove and stopped behind him. then this what seemed to be my brother guy caught my eye and i commented, "that guy looks like my brother!" hairstyle, clothes style and his pouch all looked like him(it was him). i didn't suspect at all, then my cousin told me to go fetch him. damn i was surprised! went to coopers beach after that for three days. fishing, getting oysters, pipi and cockels. i have so many small cuts on my hands(wasn't fun to cut my hand). at least i get to say i have eaten fresh oysters, just opened from the one in the swamp and in saltwater. heh. oh yes the day before the last there i finally went out to sea! we took amigo(the boat) out. it's uncle ole's and his gonna sell it. i drove it, was pretty cool. tried fishing but those bloody fish kept eating our bait. then came back here in paeroa and then went to sleep. today was very drama, well for me at least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the morning was pretty much fine, like a normal one. drank my instant soup, watched teevee, chilled, collected firewood, chopped small wood, mowed the lawn, help with the chickens and played with willow, the house dog. she's really cute. the some cows were going back to the pedic. there were some more at the back. then i saw something black run pass on the cow lane when i glanced out to have a look. checked it out and saw kaka(the black dog) walking. then saw right(the brown dog) chasing the cows in the direction the moos were not supposed to go. they are hunting dogs ah mind you. i told my aunty bout it and she asked me to go cycle to take a look. i did, took my slippers from my brother while he was trying to start the fire outside for the barbeque. thank god he was outside, you'll see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i cycled as fast as i could there. saw the two dogs biting this poor cow on the head. it had blood all over and it was helpless, moo-ing for help. i couldn't do anything, i tried stopping the dogs by throwing stones at them but they just wouldn't stop! stupid dogs! at first i was really terrified and all. tried screaming at them to stop but broke out into tears after that. yes it was really sad to see that helpless cow.. and yes luckily my brother was outside, i thought no one would ever hear me but my brother did. he cycled over and i told him what happened all, while crying really badly. he came and gave me a hug and we both watched helplessly. my brother suggested we went back to tell my aunty and and soon as he finished his sentence the cow was gone. it was really sad i cried even louder. then while walking to the bike the stupid kaka went and tried to kill another cow. then quickly cycled back to tell my aunty. drove to where the dead cow was and saw right coming back. idiot ah then my uncle like finally realised and he came over and was really sad. not cos of the cow, it's cos he had to kill the dogs, he really loved them. but it's like that, if he had those pig dogs he'll lose his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was pretty much my day. there's church tomorrow and school's starting on monday. i'm looking forward to school(for the first time in my life), really. school's really fun. but ah! the horror of summer's uniform, checkered cullotes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-116021367949903060?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116021367949903060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=116021367949903060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116021367949903060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/116021367949903060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-that.html' title='ALL THAT'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115935071477546134</id><published>2006-09-27T21:47:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:51:54.786+12:00</updated><title type='text'>TAUPO</title><content type='html'>HEY ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes i know you all have expected the arrival of my post! sorry couldn't blog or msn cos my aunt's comp is reaaaaally slow and yes, my laptop had to break down when i came here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i'm at my cousin's house now, went snowboarding last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to make this short;&lt;br /&gt;sch's quite fun and there's 60ppl, no not in the class, the whole school. annndddddd, we ave NO EXAMS. take that for almost all of sg who's have them next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad most of you didn't catch me online, see ya! cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115935071477546134?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115935071477546134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115935071477546134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115935071477546134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115935071477546134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/09/taupo.html' title='TAUPO'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115817490924467226</id><published>2006-09-14T06:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T07:34:35.156+12:00</updated><title type='text'>KIA ORA</title><content type='html'>HI ALLLLL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all have been waiting for my post haven't you? haha okay so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on sunday people sent me off and all that. my flight was delayed from 9:20pm to 12midnight. damn! but just as well, i had more time with friends and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so transited at brisbane, blah blah blah and everything. reached auckland airport, spotted my aunt but she! she wanted to ask mageret to tell me she was not at the airport. lol too bad i spotted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my flight was delayed, we couldn't go straight to the farm. cos if we did, it'll be dark by then. so stayed at uncle bus' parents' house. helped make apple crumble and stir-fry. was really yummy! hahahaha. so uncle bus came and picked us up, got the chooky pen from his parents' house and he went for his accupuncture, he injured his leg while doing some farm work, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went back to the farm. omgosh my aunt's french dog is really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah and the next day, drove out to get chooks. then aunt went to the warehouse, and got nothing cos of the queue. my uncle went to get chicken feed while i stayed in the car with wilhemina aka willow, our doggie. drove down to the asian store to get cup noodles and i got laksa singapuura! koka brand. tastes quite good, considering it's packeted noodles. came back and it was nice and warm. really cold in the morning tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept right thru the night. i'm using my aunts really slow comp. my laptop can't be switched on! :( pray for it to work so i can msn you guys.. hehhehheh. it just had to not work when i came here. awww........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now it's quite cold. i started the fire and now i'm blogging with frozen hands. eating muesli infront of the comp. yeah the milk i'm using are from the cows. hahaha, gonna get my uniform later and start school next week. i miss sg and i wanna go back. they don't like chinese people here :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115817490924467226?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115817490924467226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115817490924467226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115817490924467226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115817490924467226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/09/kia-ora.html' title='KIA ORA'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115754728021088923</id><published>2006-09-07T00:44:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:54:40.223+12:00</updated><title type='text'>TO AUCKLAND</title><content type='html'>Hey people I'm leaving to Auckland, New Zealand this sunday 10th of September. The flight number is EK432. My flight's at 9:20, at night. Should be at Terminal One ah. I'll be checking in at 6:30pm, around there so if you'd like to send me off, please come around that time so I can catch up with you yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha see i typed so proper so you guys wont keep asking &amp;amp; asking me! :) bloody hell, i'm gonna miss all of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115754728021088923?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115754728021088923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115754728021088923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115754728021088923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115754728021088923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-auckland.html' title='TO AUCKLAND'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115747180982145233</id><published>2006-09-06T03:54:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T03:56:49.830+12:00</updated><title type='text'>ALBUM FROM MICAH</title><content type='html'>eh my cell group is seriously damn nice ah. they made me this album! dope shittttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ANN FOR DESIGNING IT AND ALL. THE SWIRLS AND CURLS AND ANTS! anyway, thanks ALL of you. gonna miss you guys too. aye, all the crazy pictures and msgs and all. making me change my mind ah! :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115747180982145233?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115747180982145233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115747180982145233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115747180982145233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115747180982145233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/09/album-from-micah.html' title='ALBUM FROM MICAH'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115714237979020153</id><published>2006-09-02T08:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T08:26:19.826+12:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ</title><content type='html'>cabbed down to karen's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate and stuff yeah, bbq. then went up to karen's room only to find they were writing the card for me. haha charmaine was shocked.. LOL damn funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that slacked and all, watched TV and ate mini cornettos. haha i "ordered" the guys around(for fun lah huh) since they said it was MY day. HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah JX, wilson, wei ming and i sent alvan to the busstop. walked to elias mall the 7-eleven to buy drinks. they bought barcadi peach for me. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah actually wanted to go pasir ris park. but also got nothing.. fisherman's village closed, i heard. so walked back to karen's and decided to go home. isabel, jacinta &amp; charlee stayed awhile more to watch dunno some rubbishy korean drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bused down to 403 there. weiming dropped me home I WAS SCARED. I SCARED BANGLA. haha kidding lah. stupid jianxiong always say the bangla rubbish. bathed, then waited for my annoying sister to finish with the laptop. irritating lah she! even my mom says so lah, serious. anyway, she was doing the christmas musical thing? the the pictures she must purposely go name name so i have to wait longer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, used awhile and then my brother is back. so extra! he come inside my room. COME INSIDE FOR WHAT FOR WHAT. say he wanna use the laptop. say "NO!" also cannot ONE. i'd rather not argue with him. rubbish.. think he king? wanna use comp anytime say then ppl have to give in? nonsense.. aye i'll just let him wait awhile more.. anyway i also using what! everytime he use i have to wait, so TOO BAD! SUCKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i typing like that? maybe cos i'm tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115714237979020153?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115714237979020153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115714237979020153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115714237979020153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115714237979020153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/09/bbq.html' title='BBQ'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115696017089063399</id><published>2006-08-31T05:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T06:08:55.856+12:00</updated><title type='text'>BOSTON/LAKEHOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yeah, julianne's off to boston. it's really sad man, can't suan her via sms anymore. thank God for the internet. anyway, she's gonna be back after a year. RUBBISH AH. make people miss you for one year but in the end also gonna come back. well but im leaving. thats the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;saw daniella. what a blossomed lady. BEWARE she's fierce via sms. talked to her, she seriously made no sense.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daniella: "Hello"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jo-ann: "Hi" (shy-ly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daniella: "You very silent leh!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then i grinned yeah. after that when julianne chua was departing, she came and talked to me again.. my God, she stood damn close? so i stepped back haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daniella: "You've no school?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jo-ann: "Nope"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daniella: "Why ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jo-ann: "Haha, suspended"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daniella: *shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jo-ann: "Haha, no lar. I'm migrating"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daniella: "Oh! To where? Canada?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jo-ann: "Huh! Why must be Canada?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daniella: "Cos a lot of my sch friends migrating there.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jo-ann: "No lar, i'm going to China" (sarcastic but acting like i'm not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"No lar, i'm going to New Zealand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then smth smth.. then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daniella: "You migrating but you very long never go school already ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i walked off again, to see that julianne. she was inside the departure thing. damn i was so rude to walk off. sorry yeah daniella. haha it's been so long since i've seen her. what a noob she was in sailing when she first joined! but now nationals already lah. big shot! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then off to church. went for lunch with my sister, aunty irene and pei pei. after that went for shps netball trng. caught "lakehouse" after that with my sister. saw FARAHCHEW haha the shortieeee. then off to changi village to eat with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yeah that was pretty much my day on the 29th of august, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i found the lakehouse song, it's really nice. what a drowsy tune! ''This Never Happened Before'' by Paul McCartney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:Black;"  &gt;I'm very sure, this never happened to me before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I met you&lt;/span&gt; and now I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;This never happened before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I see, this is the way it's supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I met you and now I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the way it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the way it should be, for lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  They shouldn't go in alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  It's not so good when your on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So come to me, now we can be what we want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and now I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the way it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the way it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the way it should be, for lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  They shouldn't go in alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  It's not so good when your on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sure, this never happened to me before&lt;br /&gt;I met you and now I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;This never happened before (This never happened before)&lt;br /&gt;This never happened before (This never happened before)&lt;br /&gt;This never happened before (This never happened before)&lt;br /&gt;This never happened before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;VERY NICE SONG. well for me, that is. search it up on radioblogclub.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, another song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I didn't love you &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: relative;" href="http://www.romantic-lyrics.com/la7.shtml#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red ! important; position: relative; font-family: serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 16px;color:red;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: red ! important; position: relative; font-family: serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: red ! important; position: relative; font-family: serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quite as good as I should have, &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I didn't hold you quite as often as I could have, &lt;br /&gt;Little things I should have said and done, &lt;br /&gt;I just never took the time.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were always on my mind,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were always on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe I didn't hold you all those lonely, lonely times, &lt;br /&gt;And I guess&lt;a id="KonaLink2" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: relative;" href="http://www.romantic-lyrics.com/la7.shtml#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red ! important; position: relative; font-family: serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 16px;color:red;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: red ! important; position: relative; font-family: serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never told you, I'm so happy that you're mine, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I made you feel second best,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry, I was blind.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were always on my mind,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were always on my mind,&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give me, give me one more chance to keep you satisfied,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I made you feel second best,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry, I was blind.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were always on my mind,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were always on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, you see. songs describe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'd only like it for a few weeks! oh please give it to me, my Lord. after that i'm off to NZ wot. oh my God, please.&lt;/span&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/12961439-115696017089063399?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115696017089063399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115696017089063399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115696017089063399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115696017089063399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/bostonlakehouse.html' title='BOSTON/LAKEHOUSE'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115661119902870655</id><published>2006-08-27T03:40:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T04:53:21.236+12:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAVING ON A JET PLANE</title><content type='html'>Cos i'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, you were always on my mind. i kept thinking of you like this whole afternoon and all. and felt really, really down. i was having second thoughts you know you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are leaving. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the light of the sun,&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Oh it has begun.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear you look so lost,&lt;br /&gt;eyes are red and tears are shed.&lt;br /&gt; This world you must have crossed,&lt;br /&gt;you said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me&lt;br /&gt;and you don't even care,&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;She said,&lt;br /&gt; You don't know me,&lt;br /&gt;and you don't wear my chains.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Essential yet appealed,&lt;br /&gt;carry all your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;across an open field,&lt;br /&gt; When flowers gaze at you,&lt;br /&gt;They're not the only ones who cry&lt;br /&gt; When they see you.&lt;br /&gt; You said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me&lt;br /&gt; and you don't even care,&lt;br /&gt; oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt; She said,&lt;br /&gt;  You don't know me,&lt;br /&gt; and you don't wear my chains.&lt;br /&gt; Oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt; yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She said, i think i'll go to boston,&lt;br /&gt; I think i'll start a new life,&lt;br /&gt; I think i'll start it over,&lt;br /&gt;where no one knows my name.&lt;br /&gt; I'll get out of California,&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the weather,&lt;br /&gt; I think i'll get a lover,&lt;br /&gt;and fly em out to spain.&lt;br /&gt; I think i'll go to Boston,&lt;br /&gt; I think that i'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt; I think i need a new town,&lt;br /&gt;to leave this all behind.&lt;br /&gt; I think i need a sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of the sunsets,&lt;br /&gt; I hear it's nice in the summer,&lt;br /&gt;some snow would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Boston..&lt;br /&gt;No one knows my name x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Boston..&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SHE SOUNDS FAMILIAR HUH BIMBO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom just asked me: "jo, i think you must teach me how to use msn.". knowing she's not that IT saavy, i laughed real hard. and she was like "what's that laugh for, huh? evil ah, you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is so cute. i LOVE her. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115661119902870655?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115661119902870655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115661119902870655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115661119902870655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115661119902870655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='LEAVING ON A JET PLANE'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115652675031687041</id><published>2006-08-26T04:57:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T05:25:50.383+12:00</updated><title type='text'>1F SUGAA</title><content type='html'>1F(my former class), is sooooo sweet. they gave me a "book", everyone wrote their note to me, and all were so encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the things that can't be bought. i was reading it in class and i almost teared man. i'm serious, i'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO&lt;br /&gt;Avryl, Janael, Wan Er, Shu-Yi &amp;amp; Xin En:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so so so sooooooo much for the happiness during the first few months of school! sec one camp was SO enjoyable. although i was being a total bitch about the sleeping arrangement and the height-y activities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such good friends are really hard to come by. despite the major controversy, wow their still so nice to me. ey, ever since we didn't communicate, i still held you guys in my heart as the best friends! yay! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115652675031687041?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115652675031687041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115652675031687041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115652675031687041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115652675031687041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/1f-sugaa.html' title='1F SUGAA'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115618128238337526</id><published>2006-08-22T05:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T05:30:34.936+12:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTOGRAPH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh yes, i think the song "Photograph" by Nickelback can rather relate to my life at it's current stage, my leaving to NZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;esp this part!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Every memory of looking out the back door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Goodbye, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;RIGHT! RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; go listen to that song on radioblogclub.com VERY NICEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115618128238337526?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115618128238337526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115618128238337526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115618128238337526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115618128238337526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/photograph.html' title='PHOTOGRAPH'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115618054396221509</id><published>2006-08-22T04:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T05:15:44.466+12:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPANGGGGGGGG</title><content type='html'>SIMPANG IS THE SECKSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met karen at the bus stop opposite the stadium. then charmaine, isabel and jacinta came over, they laugh very loud. typical "LOL" ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 10, jacintha's phone is touch pad one. SUCKSSSSSSS. haha kidding. jacinta and isabel were listening to the phone music, being ANTI-SOCIAL. so char and i decided to be anti-social with my iPod hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we are cam whores. i'm the Queen Cam Whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight was really fun, we took lotssssssssss of photos &amp; videos(yes la, with charmaine's ANTI-SHAKE camera). i suddenly said smth random: "anti-shake is like racist like that!". haha almost every pic has got ME in it. of cos, im the star. haha it was really enjoyable lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at spize. had roti john cheese! wheeeuuuu. also had banana &amp;amp; ice cream tissue prata. we seriously took a lot of pictures leh. i was hyper/random. then i did the 1-10 act cute pose followed by the four of us(with karen taking the pics), then karen and myself. WOW! guess what jacinta wanted to take a photo with/of me. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were cam whoring the radio was playing "Photograph" by Nickelback.&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Look at this photograph,&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everytime I do it it makes me laugh&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How did our eyes get so red&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And what the hell is on Joey's head"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;look at this photograph, each time i look at it it makes me laugh, how could this world be a better place, when i look at our stupid face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i changed the lyrics so it could link to the photos we took. hahaha. food was good. SPIZE LEH YOU KNOW. slacked and was random while taking pictures til arnd 11-11:15? yeah then bus-ed back to central park. went the mangosteen there to take SOMEMORE PHOTOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen went back, then we walked to 7-11 to buy drinks. haha WANG(not the ang moh's lingo "wank" LAR!) WANG PAO PAO GUO DONG! hui shen qi! you know jacinta is 18. HAHA. okay.. yeah she bought margerita for me. the lime one hahahaha :X she went home, char and isabel and i sat under jac's block to drink the bubble jelly drink and the magerita. sat down, took a few(less than ten) pics. we are all underaged! :X i drank only a little lah, chill. haha. then guess what! 'mata' lai le(police came). then we faster threw the magerita, since going to finish. yeah then took a closing pic then walked home with isabel. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed my day. if someone else went with us i wouldn't have enjoyed this outing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO UPLOAD PICS/VIDS ONTO IPOD VIDEO&lt;br /&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/12961439-115618054396221509?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115618054396221509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115618054396221509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115618054396221509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115618054396221509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/simpangggggggg.html' title='SIMPANGGGGGGGG'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115582758969082248</id><published>2006-08-18T03:11:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T03:13:09.713+12:00</updated><title type='text'>EZANNNNNNNN</title><content type='html'>YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EZANN LEE APPROVED MY FRIEND REQUEST! YES LAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115582758969082248?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115582758969082248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115582758969082248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115582758969082248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115582758969082248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/ezannnnnnnn.html' title='EZANNNNNNNN'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115565926988786728</id><published>2006-08-16T04:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T04:27:49.896+12:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW ZEALAND</title><content type='html'>YEAHHHH. i'm gonna stay on the farm and can drive the tractor around the farm! but only this year lah. and yay! i have a lemon tress with lots of lemons just outside my room.. for cooking its good mann..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*belster ze monster* says:&lt;br /&gt;haha...guess the way for you to be a chef kinda's paved for you...&lt;br /&gt;*belster ze monster* says:&lt;br /&gt;at least you got the cooking genes...&lt;br /&gt;*belster ze monster* says:&lt;br /&gt;haha...then you can sit under the lemon tree and sing the song...&lt;br /&gt;BURN FOR YOU says:&lt;br /&gt;DONT&lt;br /&gt;*belster ze monster* says:&lt;br /&gt;'i wonder how i wonder why...'hee&lt;br /&gt;BURN FOR YOU says:&lt;br /&gt;start&lt;br /&gt;BURN FOR YOU says:&lt;br /&gt;omggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's isabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY and imagine you wanna make lemonade and just go out and pluck lemons. or milk, there'll be cows.. haha. my aunty says my room is very big. YESSSSS. YAY, THE FARM LIFE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115565926988786728?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115565926988786728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115565926988786728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115565926988786728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115565926988786728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-zealand_15.html' title='NEW ZEALAND'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115565485665479154</id><published>2006-08-16T03:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T03:14:16.656+12:00</updated><title type='text'>3RD SEPTEMBER</title><content type='html'>LEAVING 3RD SEPTEMBER. my flight is at 8pm, should be. not sure of the flight number tho. i'll be checking in 2-3 hours berfore 8 so if you wanna send me off, come around 5-6 so i can catch up with you okay okay? hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115565485665479154?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115565485665479154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115565485665479154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115565485665479154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115565485665479154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/3rd-september.html' title='3RD SEPTEMBER'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115534613182474598</id><published>2006-08-12T13:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T13:28:51.843+12:00</updated><title type='text'>EWWWW DISGUSTING</title><content type='html'>haha i'm awake on a saturday morning!! stupid right, i woke up at 7AM cos my brother came in to change back our phones. then woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swopped phones last night, used his N-GAGE, right button spoiled, so some of the functions cant access. i have my phone back now.. aiya shit lah he accidentally deleted ALL of my INBOX messages. sad lehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh walao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i woke up, thought i would go down to the park for a run. but aiya, so lazy. later then go for a swim or go gym or smth. -:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is disgusting okay. very disgusting. she uses my TOOTHBRUSH(EWW) and comb. YUCKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115534613182474598?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115534613182474598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115534613182474598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115534613182474598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115534613182474598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/ewwww-disgusting.html' title='EWWWW DISGUSTING'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115528768446405157</id><published>2006-08-11T21:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:14:44.466+12:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN STUFF</title><content type='html'>1. You can only say YES or NO.&lt;br /&gt;2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you / comments and asks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taken a picture naked? NO.&lt;br /&gt;2. Painted your room? YES.&lt;br /&gt;3. Made out with a member of the same sex? NO.&lt;br /&gt;4. Drove a car? YES.&lt;br /&gt;5. Danced in front of your mirror? NO.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a crush? YES.&lt;br /&gt;7. Been dumped? NO.&lt;br /&gt;8. Stole money from friend? NO.&lt;br /&gt;9. Gotten in a car with people you just met? NO.&lt;br /&gt;10. Been in a fist fight? YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Snuck out of your house? YES.&lt;br /&gt;12. Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? YES.&lt;br /&gt;13. Been arrested? NO.&lt;br /&gt;14. Made out with a stranger? NO.&lt;br /&gt;15. Met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? YES.&lt;br /&gt;16. Left your house with out telling your parents? YES.&lt;br /&gt;17. Had a crush on your neighbor? NO.&lt;br /&gt;18. Ditched school to do something more fun? YES.&lt;br /&gt;19. Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Seen someone die? NO.&lt;br /&gt;21. Been on a plane? YES.&lt;br /&gt;22. Kissed a picture? YES.&lt;br /&gt;23. Slept in until 3PM? YES.&lt;br /&gt;24. Love someone or miss someone right now? NO.&lt;br /&gt;25. Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? YES.&lt;br /&gt;26. Made a snow angel? YES.&lt;br /&gt;27. Played dress up? YES.&lt;br /&gt;28. Cheated while playing a game? YES.&lt;br /&gt;29. Been lonely? YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Fallen asleep at work/school? YES.&lt;br /&gt;31. Been to a club? YES.&lt;br /&gt;32. Felt an earthquake? NO.&lt;br /&gt;33. Touched a snake? NO.&lt;br /&gt;34. Ran a red light? NO.&lt;br /&gt;35. Been suspended from school? NO.&lt;br /&gt;36. Had detention? NO.&lt;br /&gt;37. Been in a car accident? NO.&lt;br /&gt;38. Hated the way you look? YES.&lt;br /&gt;39. Witnessed a crime? YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Pole danced? NO.&lt;br /&gt;41. Been lost? YES.&lt;br /&gt;42. Been to the opposite side of the country? NO.&lt;br /&gt;43. Felt like dying? YES.&lt;br /&gt;44. Cried yourself to sleep? YES.&lt;br /&gt;46. Sang karaoke? YES.&lt;br /&gt;47. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? YES.&lt;br /&gt;48. Laughed till some kind of beverage came out of your nose? YES.&lt;br /&gt;49. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Kissed in the rain? NO.&lt;br /&gt;51. Sing in the shower? YES.&lt;br /&gt;52. Made love in a park? NO.&lt;br /&gt;53. Had a dream that you married someone? NO.&lt;br /&gt;54. Glued your hand to something? YES.&lt;br /&gt;55. Got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? NO.&lt;br /&gt;56. Ever gone to school partially naked? NO.&lt;br /&gt;57. Been a cheerleader? NO.&lt;br /&gt;58. Sat on a roof top? YES.&lt;br /&gt;59. Didn't take a shower for a week? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Ever too scared to watch scary movies alone? NO.&lt;br /&gt;61. Played chicken? YES.&lt;br /&gt;62. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? YES.&lt;br /&gt;63. Been told you're hot by a complete stranger? YES.&lt;br /&gt;64. Broken a bone? NO.&lt;br /&gt;65. Been easily amused? YES.&lt;br /&gt;66. Laugh so hard you cry? YES.&lt;br /&gt;67. Mooned/flashed someone? NO.&lt;br /&gt;68. Cheated on a test? YES.&lt;br /&gt;69. Forgotten someone's name? YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Slept naked? NO.&lt;br /&gt;71. Gone skinny dipping in a pool? NO.&lt;br /&gt;73. Blacked out from drinking? NO.&lt;br /&gt;74. Played a prank on someone? YES.&lt;br /&gt;75. Gone to a late night movie? YES.&lt;br /&gt;76. Made love to anything not human? NO.&lt;br /&gt;77. Failed a class? &lt;u&gt;YES&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;78. Choked on something you're not supposed to eat? YES.&lt;br /&gt;79. Played an instrument for more than 10 hours? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Cheated on a girl/boyfriend? NO.&lt;br /&gt;81. Did you celebrate the 4th of July? NO.&lt;br /&gt;82. Thrown strange objects? YES.&lt;br /&gt;83. Felt like killing someone? YES.&lt;br /&gt;84. Thought about running away? YES.&lt;br /&gt;85. Ran away? YES.&lt;br /&gt;86. Did drugs? NO.&lt;br /&gt;87. Had detention and not attend it? NO.&lt;br /&gt;89. Made a parent cry? YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Cried over someone? YES.&lt;br /&gt;91. Owned more than 5 sharpies? NO.&lt;br /&gt;92. Dated someone more than once? NO.&lt;br /&gt;93. Have a dog? NO.&lt;br /&gt;94. Own an instrument? YES.&lt;br /&gt;95. Been in a band? NO.&lt;br /&gt;96. Drank 25 sodas in a day? NO.&lt;br /&gt;97. Broken a cd? YES.&lt;br /&gt;98. Shot a gun? YES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115528768446405157?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115528768446405157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115528768446405157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115528768446405157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115528768446405157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/fun-stuff_115528768446405157.html' title='FUN STUFF'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115528732660806669</id><published>2006-08-11T21:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:08:46.610+12:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN STUFF</title><content type='html'>[x] I know how to make a pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I do my own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can cook for myself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I do my chores after being told once&lt;br /&gt;[x] I actually enjoy intellectual conversations&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I think politics are exciting&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My parents and grand-parents have&lt;br /&gt;better things to say than my peers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I show up for school/work every day unless&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick..really sick..&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've never gotten a ticket&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch talk shows and point out the incredibility&lt;br /&gt;of it all&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know what incredibility means without&lt;br /&gt;looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I drink black coffee&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to run the dish washer..or do the&lt;br /&gt;dishes&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can count in more than one language&lt;br /&gt;[x] When I say I'm going to do something, I do it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I mow the lawn&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wash my car&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can make adults laugh..without being stupid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I study when I have to&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I pay attention at school/work&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I remember to feed my pets&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm generally organized&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can spell experience without looking at&lt;br /&gt;the line above&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The first thing I do when I wake up is get&lt;br /&gt;coffee&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can go to the store without getting&lt;br /&gt;something I don't need&lt;br /&gt;[x] I understand jokes the first time&lt;br /&gt;they are said&lt;br /&gt;[x] I understand the fact that the world always&lt;br /&gt;screws someone over&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can type fast, because I type every day&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My choice in clothing is acceptable in an&lt;br /&gt;office or something like that&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can watch politics and laugh because I&lt;br /&gt;understand what is going on&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I no longer watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have realized that the weather forecast&lt;br /&gt;changes every hour&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can look at someone hot and not think of&lt;br /&gt;sex&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have realized that no one will take you&lt;br /&gt;seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and&lt;br /&gt;have a job&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can read a book and actually finish it&lt;br /&gt;[x] People have said that I act older than I am&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can be sent on an errand and not get side&lt;br /&gt;tracked&lt;div 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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-12961439.post-115528713146328158</id><published>2006-08-11T21:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:05:31.473+12:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN STUFF</title><content type='html'>had sex-- $5&lt;br /&gt;went past first base-- $4&lt;br /&gt;only went to first base-- $3&lt;br /&gt;smoked-- $5&lt;br /&gt;got drunk-- $5&lt;br /&gt;went skinny dipping-- $3&lt;br /&gt;kissed someone of the opposite sex-- $4&lt;br /&gt;had more than one bf/gf at the same time-- $2&lt;br /&gt;cheated-- $2&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep in class-- $0.50&lt;br /&gt;cheated on a quiz-- $1&lt;br /&gt;been expelled-- $5&lt;br /&gt;been in a fist fight-- $3&lt;br /&gt;done oral-- $5&lt;br /&gt;got oral-- $5&lt;br /&gt;prank called the cops-- $3&lt;br /&gt;stole something-- $2&lt;br /&gt;done drugs-- $5&lt;br /&gt;dyed your hair-- $0.50&lt;br /&gt;done something with someone older-- $3&lt;br /&gt;went out with someone OVER 18 if your under 18--&lt;br /&gt;$4&lt;br /&gt;ate a whole thing of oreos-- $0.50&lt;br /&gt;cried yourself to sleep-- $1&lt;br /&gt;said you love someone but didnt mean it-- $1&lt;br /&gt;been in love-- $4&lt;br /&gt;got caught doing something that you shouldnt have&lt;br /&gt;been doin-- $1&lt;br /&gt;went streaking-- $4&lt;br /&gt;got arrested-- $5&lt;br /&gt;madeout with someone at the movies-- $2&lt;br /&gt;peed in the pool-- $0.50&lt;br /&gt;played spin the bottle-- $1&lt;br /&gt;done something you regret-- $3&lt;br /&gt;kissed a member of the same sex-- $4&lt;br /&gt;given a stranger your number -- $0.50&lt;br /&gt;spent more than 4 endless hours on friendster -- $1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total amount spent: $51!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115528713146328158?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115528713146328158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115528713146328158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115528713146328158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115528713146328158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/fun-stuff.html' title='FUN STUFF'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115512333441711646</id><published>2006-08-09T23:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:10:55.826+12:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW ZEALAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDITED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuckssssssss man. my mom just told me that my aunty found a christian elementary school in new zealand, near my aunty's house WHICH MEANS, i would have to leave like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;end august&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want and don't want! i'll be attending that school til the end of the year ao that i'll have a record for attending school then i can apply to go to massey high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! tell me what i should do! THING IS, I'LL BE GOING ALL ALONE. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115512333441711646?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115512333441711646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115512333441711646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115512333441711646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115512333441711646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-zealand.html' title='NEW ZEALAND'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115497430352767532</id><published>2006-08-08T05:54:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:48:36.873+12:00</updated><title type='text'>GHOST! or not..</title><content type='html'>a few weeks back, my brother showed me a video at sebas' grandma's funeral. hahaha finally found it.. watch the packet drink. omg, scary. ann said it was jun hsiang's hand but, heck. i think so too. the video my brother uploaded was different from the one he showed me.. here's it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n109/dopeydaniel/?action=view&amp;current=funeral.flv&amp;amp;refPage=&amp;imgAnch=imgAnch1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, friday isaac's sweet 16! hahaha fun lar, saw sherilyn! she looks so different now.. specs &amp;amp; braces &amp; slimmer hahaha. food was good, cake was good too, smeared cake cream on isaac's face haha. it sucked, didn't feel shiok ah, so pushed him down the pool LOL. he TRIED taking me down but couldn't. ISAAC YOU LOUSY POK. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad, cai jun can't remember me....... :( okay after that yeeyee they all went home, stayed back in what, andy's house? he's damn rich okay.. haha then slacked. stupid tze choong kept calling me giant. !@#$%^&amp;amp;)$%#@( but he's a funny guy.. almost all of them are funny.. jasper, aiyo so gay. but he's nice lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thennnnnnnn, some ugly fat nehnehpok borrowed my phone, called his phone to get my number WITHOUT ASKING and "anonymously" messaged me.. wth, don't ask, that's fine. still called me stupid when i asked him who he is.. grrr.. he stupidly gave himself away when he called me in the bus on the way to prata and i turned around.. wah, lucky isaac was around and all ah. stupid guy, i almost thought that it was tze choong cos i replied to nehnehpok's msg then TC was reading his msg just a few secs after. sorry tze choong! don't know if you would be reading this tho, but oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate prata and everything, bus-ed to isaac's house there. went 7-eleven to get a drink then stanley and isaac went to the coffee shop toilet to pee pee. some gangster at the table was checking me out HAHA. he made some noise lar, like calling someone. yeah, then jie picked me up, went home. hazel, diana and charmaine were in the car from east coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home ah, all the madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okk, i'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115497430352767532?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115497430352767532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115497430352767532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115497430352767532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115497430352767532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/ghost-or-not.html' title='GHOST! or not..'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115329262755472193</id><published>2006-07-19T18:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:03:49.243+12:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LEES</title><content type='html'>eh so sad lar, yesterday, went to the airport to send uncle chris, aunty doris, eamon and fayth off to the airport. they'll be back at the end of the year to stay for good, but we won't be neighbors anymore! how sad is that. they'll be staying in hougang which is like, far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good to see how much they've grown. eamon is more MAN. fayth looks sooooooo angmoh. they both got a slight accent leh! so cuteee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, took some randommmmmmmmm photos, shall post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/1600/09-07-06_1127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/320/09-07-06_1127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fayth, jojojojojo and eamon in church! first time seeing them when they came back. i was like all excited and couldn't wait to see these two kidsssss. you can ask one of them, i was like screaming their names when i saw them. super madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at uncle gerald's house(julianne it was this day they were MSN chatting with you haha):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/1600/12-07-06_2125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/320/12-07-06_2125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see fayth. how prettyyyyyyy! cute right cute right! ahahahahaha she's photogenic but camera shy =_= so i secretly took her photo. hiak hiak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/1600/12-07-06_2126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/320/12-07-06_2126.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was saying: "eyhhhh, don't take my picture!(with the slang)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/1600/12-07-06_2127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/320/12-07-06_2127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/1600/12-07-06_2128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/320/12-07-06_2128.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty doris and fayth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the airport:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/1600/18-07-06_2026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/320/18-07-06_2026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they veh cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/1600/18-07-06_2027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/320/18-07-06_2027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/1600/18-07-06_2028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/320/18-07-06_2028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun shot. hahaha uuhyerr fayth! damnnnnn cute. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister wanted some shots too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/1600/18-07-06_2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/320/18-07-06_2029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, spot uncle chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/1600/18-07-06_2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2651/1121/320/18-07-06_2030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA (spot aunty devi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it! then off to cafe ritazza. there also madness. too high on caffeine ah. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115329262755472193?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115329262755472193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115329262755472193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115329262755472193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115329262755472193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/07/lees.html' title='THE LEES'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115315605228250022</id><published>2006-07-18T04:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T05:07:32.366+12:00</updated><title type='text'>JOHOR BAHRU</title><content type='html'>JUST CAME BACK FROM JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jb at around, say, 5:30? veh long never go malaysia alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;near the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kustoms&lt;/span&gt; walao we were surrounded by motorcycles. damn dumb lar. we waited in a MOTORCYCLE jamfor like nothing lar, they invaded the car lane to ease into the motorcycle lane. after that it was all clear. stupid motorcyclists. they should seriously die from carbon monoxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in jun hsiang's car with uncle chris, aunty doris, mom, eamon and fayth. jie, kor, don, jun hsiang and dad was in the other car. then near customs there like super SUPER hungry. passed by a durian fair(imagine a big signboard saying "DURIAN FAIR" but got more of other things), decided to visit it after eating FLYING NOODLES. damn nice the noodles i tell you. the guy(damn skill-ed) will toss the noodles in the sieve or smth then catch back and do some stuff lar, but, oh, it was damn nice. DAMN DAMN NICE. eat until gao gao one. the guys(haha not eamon), ate 3 bowls. i eat one bowl my stomach feel like a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to the "durian" fair, went macs to get some ice cream, fries, apple pie then went back in my dad's car, went for a carwash, got ripped off buying gum from shell kiosk paying in SG dollars. then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fayth now damn pretty ah, eamon no more cute alr :( but handsome. hiakhiak. donzo has the pics. shall post some pics of our JB trip and pictures of fayth soon. haha eh julianne then you know who was talking to you that day on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkkk night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115315605228250022?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115315605228250022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115315605228250022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115315605228250022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115315605228250022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/07/johor-bahru.html' title='JOHOR BAHRU'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115211806298873243</id><published>2006-07-06T04:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T04:47:43.016+12:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer fever</title><content type='html'>at isaac's house now. haha eh he's my cousin in case you're wondering i'm newly attatched. ahaha i'm still single lar you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, the soccer fever. isaac's a dumb guy. he's watching the germany vs italy ENCORE. he knows exactly what happened(the 2 mins 2 goals at extra time thing) and he still shouting goal when germany takes the shot. stupid. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, my bro me here. isaac came down, went to 7-11 to buy some drinks and snacks. hahaaa its only 12:40. 2:50 then the game. SIANS. and isaac just said "aiya sian lah still got 2 hour and 15 minutes until the game starts leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay we're gonna slack til the game starts :) cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115211806298873243?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115211806298873243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115211806298873243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115211806298873243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115211806298873243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/07/soccer-fever.html' title='soccer fever'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115178544621428208</id><published>2006-07-02T08:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T08:24:06.223+12:00</updated><title type='text'>simpang supper soccer</title><content type='html'>simpang, supper, soccer. what else have i got to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;england lost! bahhhhhhhhhhhhh i just got back all sticky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115178544621428208?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115178544621428208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115178544621428208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115178544621428208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115178544621428208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/07/simpang-supper-soccer.html' title='simpang supper soccer'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115139745513551841</id><published>2006-06-27T20:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:37:35.156+12:00</updated><title type='text'>BRO+KIDSCENTRAL=?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA IMAGINE THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BRO'S WATCHING BRACEFACE ON KIDS CENTRAL LAR! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how wrong. danieli+kidscentral=a pre-teened 19 year old?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115139745513551841?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115139745513551841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115139745513551841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115139745513551841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115139745513551841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/06/brokidscentral.html' title='BRO+KIDSCENTRAL=?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115100567345854703</id><published>2006-06-23T06:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T07:47:53.526+12:00</updated><title type='text'>GUARDIAN ANGEL</title><content type='html'>after all these years, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; realised i have a guardian angel. i must have been a fool to not know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this guardian angel of mine has been with me, cared for me, showered me with love, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;/span&gt; i can very much feel it, tho sometimes i'm just confused with her expectations of me. she's there's with me, seen me through life, got hurt by me. she's human btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat down thinking, what i do will result in her suffering. sometimes when i do things for her sake, i get hurt too. it seems like no one bothers bout me anymore! if i don't do it, she gets hurt AND THEN i'm blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being stuck-in-between. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hate it.&lt;/span&gt; hello this is life.&lt;br /&gt;as i thought, i don't want my guardian angel to be hurt by me, and also get her life span shortened. i don't want that to happen. i'm thinking of that dreadful day when she passes on, hoping hard it won't come soon, or even better, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't come. &lt;/span&gt;i more or less treasure her when i think of this. it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never wanted you to be hurt. i just can't imagine life without you. you're the peacemaker, the encourager, the supporter, the caring one, the love-showerer, the one who's there for me(most of the time),the problem solver I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO EVER REPAY YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you my guardian angel for all you've done. thank you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mommy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/12961439-115100567345854703?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115100567345854703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115100567345854703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115100567345854703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115100567345854703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/06/guardian-angel.html' title='GUARDIAN ANGEL'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-115065616655871995</id><published>2006-06-19T06:40:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T19:05:36.060+12:00</updated><title type='text'>world cupppppppppppp</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA I WATCHED WORLD CUP JUST NOW. BRAZIL VS AUSSIE 2-0 WALAO EH 89TH MIN GOAL LAH THE SECOND ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW COMING FRANCE AND KOREA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha change the phrase "the 11th hour" to "the 89th minute"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-115065616655871995?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115065616655871995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=115065616655871995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115065616655871995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/115065616655871995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cupppppppppppp.html' title='world cupppppppppppp'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-114975175697767899</id><published>2006-06-08T19:28:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T19:29:16.986+12:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO WESLEY</title><content type='html'>hello wesley, yes yesterday was vehvehvehvehvehveh nice! i'm sure later it would be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha yay dinnerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-114975175697767899?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/114975175697767899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=114975175697767899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114975175697767899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114975175697767899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-wesley.html' title='HELLO WESLEY'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-114935363236121791</id><published>2006-06-04T04:49:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T03:32:20.120+12:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY PARTY</title><content type='html'>lol my party was  greaaaaattt. THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR COMING AND FOR THE PRESENTS TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thank you mom &amp;amp; dad for arranging this and mom for the great food.&lt;br /&gt;-thank you yee yee yvonne for the wonderful cheese cake.&lt;br /&gt;-thank you mrs daphne yeoh for renting the pavilion for us.&lt;br /&gt;-thank you vanda for cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THANKS TO THE REST FOR A WONDERFUL TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was milkshakes and curly fries at macs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNA(12th june)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-114935363236121791?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/114935363236121791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=114935363236121791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114935363236121791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114935363236121791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/06/birthday-party.html' title='BIRTHDAY PARTY'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-114909327046860806</id><published>2006-06-01T04:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T04:34:30.480+12:00</updated><title type='text'>damn shit one,</title><content type='html'>hahaha this world is getting crazy, you have some people who go back on you when you helped them once. this IS the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;for once, i saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-114909327046860806?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-12961439.post-114823090091941612</id><published>2006-05-22T05:01:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T05:01:40.936+12:00</updated><title type='text'>emptiness</title><content type='html'>i suddenly feel so empty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-114823090091941612?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/114823090091941612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=114823090091941612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114823090091941612'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-114823024513288418?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/114823024513288418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=114823024513288418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114823024513288418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114823024513288418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-114784777950305089</id><published>2006-05-17T18:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:36:19.513+12:00</updated><title type='text'>useless, i am</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qtF2DCGgIE&amp;search=kid%20guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i suddenly feel so useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-114784777950305089?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/114784777950305089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=114784777950305089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114784777950305089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114784777950305089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/05/useless-i-am.html' title='useless, i am'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-114736493491992827</id><published>2006-05-12T04:28:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T04:28:54.920+12:00</updated><title type='text'>moosic</title><content type='html'>through the fire and flames by dragonforce and what if god was one of us by joan osborne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-114736493491992827?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/114736493491992827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=114736493491992827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114736493491992827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114736493491992827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/05/moosic.html' title='moosic'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-114727555896206202</id><published>2006-05-11T03:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T04:28:02.756+12:00</updated><title type='text'>japann</title><content type='html'>mom's in japan &amp;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i know&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda weird for&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann to say but,&lt;br /&gt;things are really&lt;br /&gt;different without her&lt;br /&gt;at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kontakt me leh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-12961439.post-114707393177858792</id><published>2006-05-08T19:28:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T19:38:51.790+12:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK MA, BITCH!</title><content type='html'>jordan: is adaleen online?&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: yes why [she wasn't]&lt;br /&gt;jordan: haa,ok&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: why&lt;br /&gt;jordan: haa,she blocked me.lol&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: she doesn't like you&lt;br /&gt;jordan: she said that to you?&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: :P&lt;br /&gt;jordan: is it?&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: she hopes you wouldn't suck up to her anymore&lt;br /&gt;jordan: OMG&lt;br /&gt;jordan: suck up?&lt;br /&gt;jordan: whaatever&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: yah whatever to you&lt;br /&gt;jordan: whatever to her&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: to you&lt;br /&gt;jordan: for god sakes,i don't suck up to her&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: yes you do&lt;br /&gt;jordan: ok.fine i do.&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: yes thank God you realised&lt;br /&gt;jordan: then i won't,if you think i do.&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: you do wot&lt;br /&gt;jordan: whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: stupid shit&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: farrkkkkking biiiiatch&lt;br /&gt;jordan: whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: omg btw,&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: NO ONE LIKES YOU&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: you can go fuck your jabez or smth&lt;br /&gt;jordan: ok&lt;br /&gt;jordan: OMG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jordan: WHATS YOUR PROB;EM?&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: YOU&lt;br /&gt;jordan: YOU GO FUCK JABEZ LAH&lt;br /&gt;jordan: he's online bow.go talk to him lah&lt;br /&gt;jordan: now*&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: STUPID ACT CUTE&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: POSEUR AH NA BEI&lt;br /&gt;jordan: okay&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: i shant talk to losers&lt;br /&gt;jordan: i never even do anything to you.&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: :P&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: suck you suck up&lt;br /&gt;jordan: what i do to you?walao eh.&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: crash into a ditch, bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-12961439.post-114666662607668078</id><published>2006-05-04T02:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T02:30:26.100+12:00</updated><title type='text'>i not stupid okay!</title><content type='html'>sometimes, i really feel my life is quite similar to the show "i not stupid too", just that i have  elder siblings that intrude your privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister;&lt;br /&gt;sticks her butt in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother;&lt;br /&gt;just complains about everything i say or do AND AND thinking he thinks just cos he's older than me gives him a "privilege" to bully me. wth? the apple of everyone's eyes. gets everything he wants. sons, how lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish things aren't the way it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be born again, this time, the way i want it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-114666662607668078?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/114666662607668078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=114666662607668078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114666662607668078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114666662607668078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-not-stupid-okay.html' title='i not stupid okay!'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-114542628264997076</id><published>2006-04-19T16:56:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T17:58:02.680+12:00</updated><title type='text'>M.A TRNG</title><content type='html'>alright,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to go back for&lt;br /&gt;lessons after&lt;br /&gt;so many probes.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priscilla missed me XD,&lt;br /&gt;and MY,&lt;br /&gt;she's orange belt alr&lt;br /&gt;lah!&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lousy,&lt;br /&gt;i started before herrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;still remember teaching her&lt;br /&gt;the basics loike the&lt;br /&gt;front breakfall and all.&lt;br /&gt;not fair she's orange belt!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha okay maybe it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's jay,&lt;br /&gt;i started before him too!&lt;br /&gt;grRr..&lt;br /&gt;!@#$^&amp;(^%@@$^#^%$#@^*&amp;amp;#@!&lt;br /&gt;HE'S GREEN BELT.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha more chest hair.&lt;br /&gt;(stop being mean, jo-ann!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a few new comers.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T REMEMBER MY KATAAAAAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then there's this ang moh guy,&lt;br /&gt;jay z. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;or is it jay d?&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;he asked me:&lt;br /&gt;"you just took the test?"&lt;br /&gt;and i was like, no!&lt;br /&gt;i stopped for awhile&lt;br /&gt;AND YES I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;I'M LOUSY NOW.&lt;br /&gt;that's what trainings are for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after trng,&lt;br /&gt;got to know a few ppl [white belt].&lt;br /&gt;hahaha there's this NS guy&lt;br /&gt;with a vague accent.&lt;br /&gt;a black guy,&lt;br /&gt;quite generous and kind.&lt;br /&gt;a pilipino guy,&lt;br /&gt;quite cute also!&lt;br /&gt;i was like waving my hands at the&lt;br /&gt;automatic door and when it&lt;br /&gt;opened he said i have&lt;br /&gt;magic =_=&lt;br /&gt;then the black guy offer to bring&lt;br /&gt;me home in a cab and&lt;br /&gt;turn back to simei,&lt;br /&gt;so nice right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i took bus 10 home after going&lt;br /&gt;to 7-eleven with priscilla to&lt;br /&gt;get a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bus,&lt;br /&gt;tired &amp; sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;i was resting and this guy boarded&lt;br /&gt;a few stops after me.&lt;br /&gt;and i think he was talking to his gf&lt;br /&gt;or smth.&lt;br /&gt;they were playing some games. [yes&lt;br /&gt;i was eavesdropping XD]&lt;br /&gt;the guy had to repeat what the&lt;br /&gt;girl said. [or was it the other way round?]&lt;br /&gt;yeah then&lt;br /&gt;they were crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i hate you&lt;br /&gt;i hate you eh&lt;br /&gt;i love hate you&lt;br /&gt;i love hate hate you you" and so on.&lt;br /&gt;then i learned a game&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;1234 &amp;amp; 6789&lt;br /&gt;so the girl chose&lt;br /&gt;the 1234 set.&lt;br /&gt;then the guy took&lt;br /&gt;the 6789 set lah.&lt;br /&gt;so one of them have to&lt;br /&gt;jumble up the numbers.&lt;br /&gt;the other has to put in the numbers&lt;br /&gt;to make 10 10 10 10.&lt;br /&gt;the guy jumbled up first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"9768" [answer's 1342]&lt;br /&gt;hahaha the girl's math must suck.&lt;br /&gt;she gave some funny answer.&lt;br /&gt;then i alighted the bus,&lt;br /&gt;went home was damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;haha watched the 911 thing on national&lt;br /&gt;geog and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG POST, MAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-114542628264997076?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/114542628264997076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=114542628264997076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114542628264997076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114542628264997076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/04/ma-trng.html' title='M.A TRNG'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-114507864143983210</id><published>2006-04-15T17:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T17:25:09.976+12:00</updated><title type='text'>been thinking</title><content type='html'>i've been thinking bout it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem like i've been annoying&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;i shan't now. i shall give&lt;br /&gt;you some peace,&lt;br /&gt;i respect you; loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think of me as&lt;br /&gt;a petty person.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know,&lt;br /&gt;i just don't wanna strain&lt;br /&gt;the "friendship" between&lt;br /&gt;you &amp; me(tho it's like,&lt;br /&gt;quite strained alr..?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you talk to&lt;br /&gt;me,&lt;br /&gt;it isn't the way it was last&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talks about&lt;br /&gt;homosexuality &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;were just jokes,&lt;br /&gt;i do hope that things would&lt;br /&gt;go back like the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall tag you. and tell&lt;br /&gt;your clique too,&lt;br /&gt;applies to most of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-114507864143983210?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/114507864143983210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=114507864143983210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114507864143983210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114507864143983210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/04/been-thinking.html' title='been thinking'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-114504574407770237</id><published>2006-04-15T08:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T08:15:44.086+12:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BORED</title><content type='html'>it's 4:11 and i'm like, damn bored lah can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foughtfoughtfought with old guy. MAN HE REALLYS SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knifes surfaced and all, HAHA. damn cool ah imma samurai, yo! okay the result of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 4:12 now meaning i took less than a minute to type. okayokay, so random larrrrrr RAWR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-114504574407770237?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/114504574407770237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=114504574407770237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114504574407770237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114504574407770237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-bored.html' title='IM BORED'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-114344595480862303</id><published>2006-03-27T19:47:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T19:55:40.226+12:00</updated><title type='text'>if we belong together, dreams won't be forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;will dreams be forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want just a dream&lt;br /&gt;of you, or even just a visual&lt;br /&gt;image of you with me.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to dream about it,&lt;br /&gt;and don't acheive it.&lt;br /&gt;in the end,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the hurt one.&lt;br /&gt;so if you say yes,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;and make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember:&lt;br /&gt;good relationship partners&lt;br /&gt;are either:&lt;br /&gt;taken;&lt;br /&gt;dead;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;you know i like you, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if we belong together, dreams won't be forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-114344595480862303?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/114344595480862303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=114344595480862303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114344595480862303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114344595480862303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-we-belong-together-dreams-wont-be.html' title='if we belong together, dreams won&apos;t be forever.'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-114240600390124732</id><published>2006-03-15T19:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T20:01:36.226+13:00</updated><title type='text'>virtual pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/showpet.php?b=bWM9ZmlzaC5zd2YmY2xyPTB4ZjFjNzEwJmNuPXlvdXIgbW90aGVyJmFuPWJpZyBtb21tYS4="&gt;&lt;img src="http://petimage.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/petimage/bWM9ZmlzaC5zd2YmY2xyPTB4ZjFjNzEwJmNuPXlvdXIgbW90aGVyJmFuPWJpZyBtb21tYS4=.png" width="250" height="300" border="0" alt="my pet!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN COOL. CAN FEED ALL. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-114240600390124732?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/114240600390124732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=114240600390124732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114240600390124732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114240600390124732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/03/virtual-pet.html' title='virtual pet'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-114197580310260402</id><published>2006-03-10T20:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:30:03.126+13:00</updated><title type='text'>build a bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Build a bridge to your mind&lt;br /&gt;Takes me there everytime&lt;br /&gt;Lay it all on the line&lt;br /&gt;There's a way&lt;br /&gt;Build a bridge, make a path&lt;br /&gt;Overlook the aftermath&lt;br /&gt;Make my tears be your bath&lt;br /&gt;There's a way&lt;br /&gt;Only'd if you take a ride&lt;br /&gt;Go with me to the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Even though its gonna crumble down&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep building till you come around&lt;br /&gt;Even though its gonna fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep building till I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a bridge of memories&lt;br /&gt;Stretch it out over seas&lt;br /&gt;To the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;There's a way&lt;br /&gt;Build a bridge made of pains&lt;br /&gt;Send my longing down the drain&lt;br /&gt;Have no reasons to complain&lt;br /&gt;There's a way&lt;br /&gt;Only'd if you take a ride&lt;br /&gt;Go with me to the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;Wait...please wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;Wait...wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;wait...please wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-114197580310260402?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/114197580310260402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=114197580310260402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114197580310260402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114197580310260402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/03/build-bridge.html' title='build a bridge'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-114102240385817602</id><published>2006-02-27T19:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:47:03.863+13:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck immigration</title><content type='html'>seriously, why the hell&lt;br /&gt;did immigration ever&lt;br /&gt;exist?!&lt;br /&gt;what the..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARK IMMIGRATION MANN.&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;so against it,&lt;br /&gt;i'd dare to use that word.&lt;br /&gt;(bro, tell mom for all i care&lt;br /&gt;cos i don't really wanna migrate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright,&lt;br /&gt;let's get back to the point;&lt;br /&gt;not like i don't want to live in&lt;br /&gt;NEW ZEALAND or like i&lt;br /&gt;hate the people there.&lt;br /&gt;it just sucks when you have&lt;br /&gt;to re-adjust to the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&amp; leaving behind all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;afterall, i grew up in Singapore right?&lt;br /&gt;and all those NZers(i bet you)&lt;br /&gt;will stare at me and say, "asian! *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;why&lt;/strike&gt; what the hell is this dumbdumb&lt;br /&gt;not-white skinned ass wipe doing in MY&lt;br /&gt;country. go back to China, communist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright,&lt;br /&gt;maybe they'll just&lt;br /&gt;say the 'asian!' thing.&lt;br /&gt;i exaggerated the last part.&lt;br /&gt;i've heard many stories of that.&lt;br /&gt;i've even encountered some pupils from the&lt;br /&gt;school opposite my&lt;br /&gt;aunty's house on my trip to new zealand&lt;br /&gt;asking my sister and i what the hell we were doing&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;what ass wipes!&lt;br /&gt;all my sister &amp;amp; i ever did was just&lt;br /&gt;walk along the pavement to collect some pretty&lt;br /&gt;flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;maybe if&lt;/strike&gt; when&lt;br /&gt;i migrate there,&lt;br /&gt;i'd probably be driving before 17 year-olds&lt;br /&gt;&amp; younger. LOL jun hao that includes you.&lt;br /&gt;oh,&lt;br /&gt;julianne &amp;amp; cass &amp; jovy &amp;amp; blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;you'd just envy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh,&lt;br /&gt;i guess some ppl&lt;br /&gt;will just be overjoyed, jump out of their&lt;br /&gt;seats &amp;&lt;br /&gt;go: "YEAH MANN! FINALLY I WON'T&lt;br /&gt;GET TO SEE JO-ANN FOR THE NEXT&lt;br /&gt;24676763899058323785 YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;LONG LIVE IMMIGRATION!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please please please tell me&lt;br /&gt;that all the negative things i said&lt;br /&gt;about migrating is not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing's that, why do&lt;br /&gt;we have to live?&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;in the end,&lt;br /&gt;all of us dies right?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; its either we go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;or hell.&lt;br /&gt;so why did God make us &amp; then&lt;br /&gt;let us die?&lt;br /&gt;and we go to hell for commiting&lt;br /&gt;suicide bcos You made us &amp;amp; we&lt;br /&gt;destroyed your creation.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, its not like we asked to be&lt;br /&gt;made or smth. we couldn't stop our&lt;br /&gt;parents from having sex&lt;br /&gt;&amp; eventually, our&lt;br /&gt;existance. we're innocent after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this post is rather long &amp;amp; i feel like im a draggy grandmother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-114102240385817602?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/114102240385817602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=114102240385817602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114102240385817602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/114102240385817602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/02/fuck-immigration.html' title='fuck immigration'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113913440157639562</id><published>2006-02-05T23:10:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:48:33.486+13:00</updated><title type='text'>torture camp</title><content type='html'>camp's tmr &amp; HELL,&lt;br /&gt;they only give us 1 min to bathe?!&lt;br /&gt;how to survive?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@!%&amp;amp;;*(_)*&amp;&lt;br /&gt;^$%#%^&amp;amp;*(&amp;^#$%^&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;*()_)(*%&amp;amp;@#$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY MY NAME SAY MY NAME !JO!ANN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113913440157639562?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113913440157639562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113913440157639562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113913440157639562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113913440157639562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/02/torture-camp.html' title='torture camp'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113913269645237219</id><published>2006-02-05T22:17:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:44:56.473+13:00</updated><title type='text'>OSAMA OIL PASTEL</title><content type='html'>education with some bloody oil pastel cover;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ian: LOLOLOLOL my brother got this oil pastel&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: and..?&lt;br /&gt;ian: on the cover it reads&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: osama righttt.&lt;br /&gt;ian: OSAMA OIL PASTEL&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: ya i know!&lt;br /&gt;ian: LOL WHAT THE FUCK MAN&lt;br /&gt;ian: now we know where bid lard-en got his money from&lt;br /&gt;ian: FUCKKKKKKKK THAT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;jo-ann: OIL PASTELS! WAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113913269645237219?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113913269645237219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113913269645237219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113913269645237219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113913269645237219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/02/osama-oil-pastel_05.html' title='OSAMA OIL PASTEL'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113895229295281359</id><published>2006-02-03T20:30:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T20:38:12.963+13:00</updated><title type='text'>julianne rocks my socks</title><content type='html'>julianne rocks my socks&lt;br /&gt;and she only managed to rock just my socks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childish/crazy talks bout spamming &amp; who's nice/cute and whos' not&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;plain suan-ing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha julianne so cute lahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113895229295281359?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113895229295281359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113895229295281359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113895229295281359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113895229295281359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/02/julianne-rocks-my-socks.html' title='julianne rocks my socks'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113859326063470021</id><published>2006-01-30T16:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:54:20.660+13:00</updated><title type='text'>cny.</title><content type='html'>events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny eve: yusheng-ed. had dinner and some wine and the blardy usual lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny day1: the usual also lah! money money to collect. gambled like siao! WAHAHAHAHA. kor kor bengye so poor thing lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with ppl and their frenster having so many glitter graphics?! it just slows down the whole bloody page! argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113859326063470021?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113859326063470021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113859326063470021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113859326063470021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113859326063470021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny.html' title='cny.'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113758120711851816</id><published>2006-01-18T23:43:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:46:47.116+13:00</updated><title type='text'>saxophone</title><content type='html'>to the person whom i quarrelled with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i got attitude problem siaa.. oh, and sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-official saxophonist. ahahaha. ain't farah just jealous.....????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113758120711851816?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113758120711851816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113758120711851816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113758120711851816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113758120711851816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/01/saxophone.html' title='saxophone'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113716607361399678</id><published>2006-01-14T04:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:43:02.380+13:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky day</title><content type='html'>friday the 13th;&lt;br /&gt;so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SU-LYNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dao, so dao. im super dao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113716607361399678?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113716607361399678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113716607361399678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113716607361399678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113716607361399678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/01/lucky-day.html' title='lucky day'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113612572055044756</id><published>2006-01-02T03:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T03:28:40.563+13:00</updated><title type='text'>let thy.</title><content type='html'>let go, let God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that the world that Jesus lives;&lt;br /&gt;tell the world that;&lt;br /&gt;tell the world that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon, c'mon we'll tell the world about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113612572055044756?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113612572055044756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113612572055044756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113612572055044756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113612572055044756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2006/01/let-thy.html' title='let thy.'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113550168578626789</id><published>2005-12-25T22:06:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T22:08:05.900+13:00</updated><title type='text'>popular</title><content type='html'>okay. the BB boys of shss are freaking me out reeeall badd. they are saying hello to me and tagging everywhere about me and all. like i've known them for manyy years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm popular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113550168578626789?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-12961439.post-113524841864423198</id><published>2005-12-22T23:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:47:26.453+13:00</updated><title type='text'>bumper.</title><content type='html'>school posting's today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with agnes, shu, marissa &amp;amp; avryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played bumper cars! then wenta tm. shopshopshop! i like! then played bumper cars again. yey and i got colored lenses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agnes shocked me when she said she'd miss me hahahaha i'm so touched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113524841864423198?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113524841864423198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113524841864423198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113524841864423198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113524841864423198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2005/12/bumper.html' title='bumper.'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113453816391048541</id><published>2005-12-14T18:11:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:29:23.926+13:00</updated><title type='text'>cartel</title><content type='html'>yest;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with farah, ate at cartel.&lt;br /&gt;then bradley and scully came. and i thought bradley was my dad's friend's son. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenta toys r us. played magic 8 ball and barney bottle, AND barbie doll. haha. all the what nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat at PAVILION [it's pavilion]then cabbed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor don't worry, farah didn't rape me as promised =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113453816391048541?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113453816391048541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113453816391048541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113453816391048541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113453816391048541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2005/12/cartel.html' title='cartel'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113436293827344767</id><published>2005-12-12T17:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T17:54:33.360+13:00</updated><title type='text'>believe me</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;You like fun and games&lt;br /&gt;Keep playing em&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sayin&lt;br /&gt;Think back then&lt;br /&gt;We was like one and the same&lt;br /&gt;On the right track&lt;br /&gt;But I was on the wrong train&lt;br /&gt;Just like that&lt;br /&gt;Now you've got a face to pain&lt;br /&gt;And the devil's got a fresh new place to play&lt;br /&gt;In your brain like a maze you can never escape the rain&lt;br /&gt;Every damn day is the same shade of grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;I used have a little bit of a plan&lt;br /&gt;Used to&lt;br /&gt;Have a concept of where I stand&lt;br /&gt;But that concept slipped right out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't really even know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Yo, what do I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you, we'll see&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I thought you were just like me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who could see all the pain I see&lt;br /&gt;But you proved to me unintentionally&lt;br /&gt;That you would self-destruct eventually&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking like the mistake I made doesn't hurt&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna work&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's really much worse than I thought&lt;br /&gt;I wished you were something that you were not&lt;br /&gt;And now this guilt is really all that I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turned your back&lt;br /&gt;And walked away in shame&lt;br /&gt;All you got is a memory of pain&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one's around&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you, we'll see&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what i have to do&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not gonna happen to me&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113436293827344767?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113436293827344767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113436293827344767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113436293827344767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113436293827344767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2005/12/believe-me.html' title='believe me'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113436241607932557</id><published>2005-12-12T17:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T17:40:16.093+13:00</updated><title type='text'>phuket</title><content type='html'>i just came back from phuket; touched down at 11:05am. was dying to get to church; i've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunched at the yu pian mee fen coffee shop. had wan ton mee[mae]; gan. almost went ice skating. decided to go to pavilion. couldn't play, so drove the bumper cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around at tm after that. then went to arcade. drove the racing cars and then crazy taxi. uhh.. then played pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at long john's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house smells after painting. esp my room door. eeww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've given up, believe me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113436241607932557?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113436241607932557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113436241607932557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113436241607932557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113436241607932557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2005/12/phuket.html' title='phuket'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113379658641975461</id><published>2005-12-06T04:06:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T04:29:46.436+13:00</updated><title type='text'>camp.</title><content type='html'>i've not been blogging; you might think i was shocked to death or smth. nahh.. i was in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dec02.&lt;br /&gt;met up to discuss some games. haha. damn retarded. we marie-browned. checked in; aloha beach resot. or what is it? couldn't sleep that night siol. msged farah; and she was laughing her ass off la! dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dec03.&lt;br /&gt;eh what happened? uhh.. oh the sandcastle game! river of life. bullcrap! ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dec04.&lt;br /&gt;our turn to do games. mine/sun game. BBQed. stink like what after that. felt super frustrated. kept complaining. haha. played with fire like never before. gary called us deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dec05.&lt;br /&gt;checked out. felt like so short ahs. i mean the camp! ate at changi village. then went charmaine's house with isabel to play with sissy; her dog. okay la. xixi. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isabel;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't walk back from charmaine's house. haha. had fun talking to her on the way. *lethargic mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;micah cell;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for this cell. it's damn power. i mean, ppl there so crappy and all, and can talk to them when you need them. it's like, they're the mode you want them to be at the right time! thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the rate isabel's going, think she might turn les soon. damn 'traditional'. want a bf that would spend the rest of her life with her. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all nice guys are either;&lt;br /&gt;dead,&lt;br /&gt;taken,&lt;br /&gt;or gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm in love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113379658641975461?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113379658641975461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113379658641975461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113379658641975461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113379658641975461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2005/12/camp.html' title='camp.'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113343345303397412</id><published>2005-12-01T23:36:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:37:33.046+13:00</updated><title type='text'>niki FM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; Let's go down now&lt;br /&gt;into the darkness&lt;br /&gt;of your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;hurry up now&lt;br /&gt;we're waiting for&lt;br /&gt;us to fall&lt;br /&gt;I fall to pieces now (I fall to pieces now)&lt;br /&gt;a broken mirror (I fall to pieces)&lt;br /&gt;in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence in black and white&lt;br /&gt;falling forward as she walks toward the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;I'm outside of your window with my radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep with one eye open so I can&lt;br /&gt;see you breathing (I sleep with one eye open)&lt;br /&gt;I follow your chest home&lt;br /&gt;Until I, (so I can see you breathing)&lt;br /&gt;I can see you, I can hear you breathe in exhale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence in black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;I'm outside of your window with my radio&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;I'm outside of your window with my radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOW KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outside of your window&lt;br /&gt;with my radio (so I can see you breathing)&lt;br /&gt;I'm outside of your window&lt;br /&gt;with my radio (so I can see you breathing)&lt;br /&gt;I'm outside of your window (one eye open)&lt;br /&gt;with my radio (so I can see you breathing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outside of your window with my radio&lt;br /&gt;you are the only station&lt;br /&gt;you play the song I know&lt;br /&gt;you are the song I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113343345303397412?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113343345303397412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113343345303397412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113343345303397412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113343345303397412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2005/12/niki-fm.html' title='niki FM'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113341591472874630</id><published>2005-12-01T18:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:45:14.740+13:00</updated><title type='text'>replies.</title><content type='html'>annon: who're you calling? yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiMin: i somehow think you're nicole? EEE. you like THAT GAY? eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch: shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: stop being an imposter. i never put ME as my name on my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugene: if you're eugene LUM (not LIM), then yeah you've got the wrong person. and not that huiMin from 6/8 la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. EVERYONE SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YI XIU, I DON'T ATTEND TUITION ANYMORE YOU STUPID FOOL. DUH. DON'T SHOW OFF LA. I DON'T REALLY CARE IF YOU'RE A TEACHER OR NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113341591472874630?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113341591472874630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113341591472874630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113341591472874630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113341591472874630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2005/11/replies_30.html' title='replies.'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113327770025485742</id><published>2005-11-30T04:17:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T04:22:50.670+13:00</updated><title type='text'>replies</title><content type='html'>replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avryl: thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anonymous: fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoyed-mous: you're name's lame. shut up don't bullshitte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ubitch:  i DON'T wanna go jc i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s: thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiMin: thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113327770025485742?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113327770025485742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113327770025485742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113327770025485742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113327770025485742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2005/11/replies_29.html' title='replies'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113308977998324372</id><published>2005-11-28T00:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:09:39.983+13:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>and eugene, thanks for recording. i'm so scared. my mom CAN control me. it's just that your mom isn't here to see what actually goes on. go ahead, tell my mom. i didn't start it. you called me a Bitch too. so i guess i shan't be scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yi xiu,&lt;br /&gt;i DON'T have a lip piercing. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113308977998324372?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113308977998324372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113308977998324372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113308977998324372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113308977998324372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2005/11/hi.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113308885070897254</id><published>2005-11-27T23:22:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:00:35.503+13:00</updated><title type='text'>replies.</title><content type='html'>i shall reply the tags on a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farah: yes you see your name in the post. well, i want to stop. BUT that jc bigfuck keeps commenting stuffs about me which are NOT true. so, i shall reply her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anonymous: thanks. but no thanks. i have a life. if you're one of yi xiu's league, i suggest you don't come here. AND my badminton doesn't really suck. also, by calling me a loser, it indirectly says that you're not a loser. BUT, if you're not a loser, you'd reveal you're identity.. SO, i suggest YOU get a life and YOU'RE the loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passer-by: thanks. yeah.. true. she hasn't destroyed my life. she won't destroy my life. do i know you? or do i not? i will stay strong. she hasn't won. she will never win. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yi xiu, don't worry. i don't plan to go to jc. i plan to go to poly. i'm a hands-on person. don't think jc students are more intellectual than poly students. and why use the IP to enter jc. sucha loser! scared your o's fail ah? hur hur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan jadi cacat dengan merepek. mangkuk yi xiu! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113308885070897254?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113308885070897254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113308885070897254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113308885070897254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113308885070897254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2005/11/replies.html' title='replies.'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113302355491676010</id><published>2005-11-27T05:41:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T05:45:54.926+13:00</updated><title type='text'>hate biAtches.</title><content type='html'>wait, wait. lemme right up bout that jc bigfuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yi xiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl who'd destroy your life. don't really bother bout her &amp;amp; her friends/bf. ugh her bf's gay. her teeth's, ugh. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God i'm tired. go ahead and tag. i'll just ban you and delete the posts. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113302355491676010?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113302355491676010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113302355491676010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113302355491676010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113302355491676010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2005/11/hate-biatches.html' title='hate biAtches.'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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-12961439.post-113299159154236806</id><published>2005-11-26T20:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T20:53:11.543+13:00</updated><title type='text'>scared</title><content type='html'>i'm so scared you'll box my teeth out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961439-113299159154236806?l=candaeeshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/feeds/113299159154236806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961439&amp;postID=113299159154236806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113299159154236806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961439/posts/default/113299159154236806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candaeeshop.blogspot.com/2005/11/scared.html' title='scared'/><author><name>jo-ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711277749986652600</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>
