<?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-6807959886091510044</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:26:06.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wait a minute</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CANDYMAN :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756434760543452071</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807959886091510044.post-1859289970179204452</id><published>2007-06-15T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T06:54:39.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 June 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SENTOSA! i had so much of fun man. with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mummy, daddy, jastine and jessica. ILY loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;songs of the sea was quite nice. they had mini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fire works too. (: and there were fire too. similar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the older version. my mummy made me want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to laught man. i laught till tears came out yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't know she was afraid of heights. we sat on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the skytrain thing. cause the previous time we went, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jessica was too short, so she cannot sit. so mummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had to take a bus up with her so i sat with daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and jastine. so this time round i sat with mummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and jessica. cause there are only enough seats for four&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people. mummy was SO afraid that she started crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was like saying how high it is, how SLOW it is and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how scared she is. i thought people will only be scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when its fast. but she said its too slow and so she's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scared. daddy with jastine in the skytrain in front of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the one we were sitting, was laughing at mummy. her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tears slowly came out and the sound she was making add&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on to my laughter. jessica was the blur one. she sat there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without knowing what was happening. (: sat three times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 June 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;almost had no energy to get off the bed. so early my gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought i slept quite early the day before. four rounds for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;warm ups is quite okay but my legs were tired. 300m was so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much faster than in school. how do you think that's possible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had to run in the rain. thanks man. almost did another 300m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but suddenly it became heavy rain so we gave it a miss. did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stairs thingo. fun like mad (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to j8 for lunch. was freezing lah. saw ama and jessica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to popular to get vanguard cause rachel wants ANOTHER &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;card from me. a much bigger one. and we missed the 53 bus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even when rachel stand right in front of the door, the bus driver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didn't see. started some random talks, which made completely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no sense at all. her brother is freggin irritating but cute. so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;funny lah. they were chasing him out of the room so that we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;could do our work in peace. rachel; was busy copying work. TSKTSK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ashley was so nice, bought us coke. we did some retarded cheer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stuff too! i'm going to start on rachel's card soon!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807959886091510044-1859289970179204452?l=buttons-candy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/feeds/1859289970179204452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6807959886091510044&amp;postID=1859289970179204452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/1859289970179204452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/1859289970179204452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/2007/06/14-june-2007-sentosa-i-had-so-much-of.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDYMAN :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756434760543452071</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-6807959886091510044.post-1984848108357956806</id><published>2007-06-12T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T04:23:36.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 June 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday was the hell loads of fun. i just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simply can't seem to forget abt it. we didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go for trg and we also went to the zoo. we played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lot and we bonded among ourselves too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(we = rachel, charlotte, ashley, mattew, jasmine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eunice, rachel's mum and i) lunch was great like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anything. we went to pizza hut and we ate so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drumlets were fantastic. we ate in total 14 sets of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its 56 drumlets altogether. and rachel's maid lisa is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn nice and funny. she made us laught like mad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people on the streets. the nicest part of everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was the water fight part. because jasmine guessed the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;number wrongly, its my turn next, everyone threw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ice water on me. i was freezing like mad. but it was of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;course fun. we watched a movie which was stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its "just follow law" show. so overall it was damn fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we took many photos and enjoyed ourselves. and lastly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST GIRL;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RACHEL YONG MUN LING! I &lt;3&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;12 June 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today was just a boring day. i went to my grandmother's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;house and did some of my homework. at least i did some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;not bad alry. oh and rachel said that she is going to send me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the photos we took yesterday. this maxane girl cried during &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lunch. tsktsk. but nvm, i thought she won't like the present i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bought for her but she actually like it. yay! i'm happy. worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;abt tmr first. oh and yknow my phone bill turned to be high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;not as high as last year. it was $__ last year but not only $__.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6807959886091510044-1984848108357956806?l=buttons-candy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/feeds/1984848108357956806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6807959886091510044&amp;postID=1984848108357956806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/1984848108357956806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/1984848108357956806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/2007/06/11-june-2007-yesterday-was-hell-loads.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDYMAN :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756434760543452071</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-6807959886091510044.post-4158362049638071869</id><published>2007-06-10T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T06:54:04.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 June 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its fun! oh man, for once! i'm so looking forward to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tmr! the zoo, the games and the cake... (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really want tmr to come now! i'm meeting them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for breakfast and then we're gonig to play whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day. not being bothered abt the terrible trainings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause I'M NOT EVEN GOING! (: best thing huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm too lazy, i don't mind getting scoldings and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;receiving more punishments. cause i know what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love doing best. SHE can't stop me. cause she can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;control me. she don't have the right to. i hate her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plenty. in fact, no one respects her at all. maybe only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some people. SOME only. not all. the sight of her makes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me want to puke. i officially hate her. get out of my sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you evil wicket(sp?) witch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 June 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my sister went out for a party and so dinner was GREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to suntec city for dinner and shopped at merina(sp?) square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to the CREATIVE shop and bought the Zen Stone. only left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the blue coloured one )): but its okay. jessica and i got YOGHURT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i finally get to eat the big one. i'm going to go there more often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to eat it. :D i love my mummy and daddy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 June 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;training today. our last afternoon training and also, our last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;training without mrs jaya, with mr loh. )): its damn sad. but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;training today was fine. quite fun. did 3 sets of 400m. timing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did suck but its alright. i've not done 400m for suck a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but seriously, the timing are really horrible. luckily i'm not in 400m!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's great. it just somehow rained after our run. what a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh wells, I LOVE COKE + SPRITE + CHERRYADE! rocks. irs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;super nice. you should try it, if you dare. the unbrella attack was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fun! but it was scary, as usual. i swear i'll do smth abt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what do you think i should do? everytime after playing with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you, she'll show me that what the hell look. maybe i should&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just leave you alone. or maybe you leave me alone. see you in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;school then. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807959886091510044-4158362049638071869?l=buttons-candy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/feeds/4158362049638071869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6807959886091510044&amp;postID=4158362049638071869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/4158362049638071869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/4158362049638071869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-june-2007-its-fun-oh-man-for-once-im.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDYMAN :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756434760543452071</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-6807959886091510044.post-2597281440043815485</id><published>2007-06-06T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T06:48:33.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i really wonder why. there are certain things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i don't understand myself either. no one can help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i seriously think that i'm not so normal. why in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do i get knee pain? backache and buttache? it sucks lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't want to go through it anymore. she is coming back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on monday. its just one more trg left without her. i have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to tresure it like mad. i cannot miss friday's trg no matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how tired it is going to be. i must go. even if i were to faint &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or vomit or whatever. i don't care. i must go, trg without &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is just pure nice. i really love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807959886091510044-2597281440043815485?l=buttons-candy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/feeds/2597281440043815485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6807959886091510044&amp;postID=2597281440043815485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/2597281440043815485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/2597281440043815485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/2007/06/sometimes-i-really-wonder-why.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDYMAN :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756434760543452071</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-6807959886091510044.post-2423339288128576930</id><published>2007-06-02T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T05:57:20.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i really don't know what's wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but at least i'm having fun. until next week maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm going to start finishing up all my holiday homework next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;week. and i can't wait for rachel's birthday surprise. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today i went to zena's &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; house to wrap up rachel's present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is such a lazy person. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she didn't even take out her books&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from that plastic bag ever since the last day of school. TSKTSK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her sister's room is damn nice. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there's a big white board in front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the study table. and there's a&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; big whole&lt;/span&gt; to fit her bed inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its damn cool. and i found out that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;her sister owns a HANDPHONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at the age of SIX&lt;/span&gt;. plus, its a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;camera phone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i want to do well for nationals. can i do well for nationals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;will i do well for nationals? i hope everyone else will just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;enjoy themselves while running and care nothing abt the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;unhappy past. maybe that's for me. i know others care more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;abt winning and not the process of winning. i don't have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;get into finals. i hope _____ and _________ gets into finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and do the school proud. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807959886091510044-2423339288128576930?l=buttons-candy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/feeds/2423339288128576930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6807959886091510044&amp;postID=2423339288128576930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/2423339288128576930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/2423339288128576930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/2007/06/sometimes-i-really-dont-know-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDYMAN :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756434760543452071</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-6807959886091510044.post-3975966254997567533</id><published>2007-06-01T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T05:58:49.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1106 - Rachel Yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1306 - Teng Ru Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1606 - Melissa Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2906 - Jacqueline Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bought that book for rachel too! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zena is so nice i tell you, she is funny like anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jasmine bought all the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green green&lt;/span&gt; stuff for rachel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay! i'm going to wrap the present up today, which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have no idea how to wrap a present. zena will help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 June 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mum said that i might have to quit track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;which i really don't want to&lt;/span&gt;. though i'm not good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in running but i don't want to give up half way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know very well that i have my own reasons for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;joining track at the beginning of the year. until &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now,&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; though i know its tiring&lt;/span&gt;, i still don't feel like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quiting. its true that i've thought of quiting so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;many time before but now&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; i really think i am lovin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;every single trg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i don't want to leave just yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but maybe there's nothing wrong with my knee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just painful. maybe i'm only scaring myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to train for 800m!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;track, i love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807959886091510044-3975966254997567533?l=buttons-candy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/feeds/3975966254997567533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6807959886091510044&amp;postID=3975966254997567533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/3975966254997567533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/3975966254997567533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/2007/06/1106-rachel-yong-1306-teng-ru-hui-1606.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDYMAN :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756434760543452071</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-6807959886091510044.post-6867820102084984040</id><published>2007-05-30T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T05:58:59.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my goodness gracious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mum said that she'll not allow me to do a lot of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if i fail my english for end year exam&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HOW CAN&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even for track trainings! oh wells, then i have to study more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will but she said she'll &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;take away my phone and shut the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;internet thing off&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'LL JUST DIE&lt;/span&gt;. its worse than being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grounded. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I KNOW SHE IS KIDDING&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haiyah, i don't know if its real cause she always say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she don't do it. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'm going to see the doctor today&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;little knee, you are going to look for a cure for yourself today&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY-NESS! i love love them. they didn't say anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but only ask me which part of my leg is painful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HOW GREAT&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807959886091510044-6867820102084984040?l=buttons-candy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/feeds/6867820102084984040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6807959886091510044&amp;postID=6867820102084984040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/6867820102084984040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/6867820102084984040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-goodness-gracious.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDYMAN :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756434760543452071</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-6807959886091510044.post-1221567439997487300</id><published>2007-05-30T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T05:59:20.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i love her&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only michelle knows who i'm talking abt. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today aft trg while laura, mei ting and i were waiting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the traffic light thing thing, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we saw mrs jaya&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;freaked out and got scared and all&lt;/span&gt;. walked super fast across&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the road and found out she didn't cross. so retarded like anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we walked slowly and all &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and saw her again&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so unlucky lah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this friday there would only be mrs jaya there for trg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think so many people won't go for trg lah. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;they don't like her that bit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if no one goes, we'll be doing a lot. i know long distance would be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doing &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2km two times&lt;/span&gt;. i thought it was us. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;scared the hell of me&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wheee, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i love gym trainings&lt;/span&gt;. weights are fun, today elizabeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i were &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;trying out those things in the gym&lt;/span&gt;. found them fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I LOVE&lt;/span&gt;! (: yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807959886091510044-1221567439997487300?l=buttons-candy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/feeds/1221567439997487300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6807959886091510044&amp;postID=1221567439997487300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/1221567439997487300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/1221567439997487300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/2007/05/trg-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDYMAN :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756434760543452071</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-6807959886091510044.post-7153578058111839117</id><published>2007-05-29T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T02:11:10.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;DA BOMB&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to j8 for lunch and bought &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;shoe laces&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;towning was fun, went to taka and bought more things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw many many IJ girls there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that we went to ang mo kio hub to shop even more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there was nothing to buy there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH PLEASE! please tell me what to get for ru hui's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;why all their birthdays are in june&lt;/span&gt;? does that mean that i'll go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;super broke in september? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so many friend's birthday fall on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;septeber&lt;/span&gt;! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;p.s how to sprain ankle in a fast way while running?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i want to sprain my ankle and i want to fall on the track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;maybe i can try, should be able to recover by nationals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807959886091510044-7153578058111839117?l=buttons-candy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/feeds/7153578058111839117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6807959886091510044&amp;postID=7153578058111839117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/7153578058111839117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/7153578058111839117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-was-da-bomb-d-went-to-j8-for.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDYMAN :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756434760543452071</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-6807959886091510044.post-3173466252883798788</id><published>2007-05-28T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T05:59:13.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was one whole week when i last blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cip at city hall when so many people were late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TSK! but its alright. that was a short short walkaton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was so much more&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; shorter&lt;/span&gt; than the previous one. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know why, they had some &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;stupid boring talks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lame like anything, those people don't know how to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it interesting at all. we were having some &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;retarded sms thing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to plaza sing with rachel, was &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hiding like mad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to town after that, to get regine's present at taka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rachael told me today that she saw rachel and i at taka and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was shouting our names like mad. i didn't hear a thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went to many places. we went to tangs, taka, cine, plaza sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wisma. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;all in a day&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met up with qiao jing and seraphina at 10.12 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to macs until like 12.45 pm. just doing our wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;english project. was like some mad people in macs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TSK TO ALL OF US&lt;/span&gt;! but its alright, at least we ate there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shaker fries are not so nice. its funny taste. yucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to the CD shop and started looking and saying how nice it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are going to have a movie marathon one day. at seraphina's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;house.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; BRING IT ON&lt;/span&gt;! i love that, cheerleaders all love it i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to school super early for trg. reached at about 1.20 pm. saw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grace on the way so i walked with her. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got to school and started talking to jia ying abt cca. badminton seem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be fun like anything. their coach is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;super funny and friendly like anything&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so good and lucky lah. i want also. but don't have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saw all my class cheerleaders except for claudia cause she sprain her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ankle on saturday. we talked abt so many things. i love 1/8, do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;random but yeah. anw, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we laught so loudly in the canteen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mrs jaya arrived early too! 2.45 pm was the time i saw her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she made elizabeth and i do only 3 rounds of warm ups while all the others &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did 6. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its nice of her&lt;/span&gt;? i dont know maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we did weights, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i felt like vomiting&lt;/span&gt; while having break. i didn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drink that much of water. but heck, all over. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i want to sprain my ankle&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't have to go for trg in that case. isn't that great? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YES IT IS&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;am i actually being jealous abt it? i don't want it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807959886091510044-3173466252883798788?l=buttons-candy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/feeds/3173466252883798788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6807959886091510044&amp;postID=3173466252883798788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/3173466252883798788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/3173466252883798788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-was-one-whole-week-when-i-last-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDYMAN :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756434760543452071</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-6807959886091510044.post-595090713101464154</id><published>2007-05-21T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T05:58:30.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear today was damn fun. it all started out with checking papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i failed my history; it was as expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i love bomb-digerdi :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lunch was fun. i just cannot forget today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we just seem to have bonded so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(bomb-digerdi = rachael, rachel, jasmine, eunice, anne, janet, annette, claudia, grace, seraphine, qiao jing, melissa, ru hui AND mun chun) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he did toe touch. we were practically screaming like mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and can you believe we got a golf ball for free?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jonny depp is sexy! we got so many photos of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its so hard to find places like 11 claymore road, 91 grange road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it turned out to be &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PAT'S SCHOOL HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;! oh my my. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh and we're getting our vest and shorts tmr! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should i bring the money tmr? maybe i should. i don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807959886091510044-595090713101464154?l=buttons-candy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/feeds/595090713101464154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6807959886091510044&amp;postID=595090713101464154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/595090713101464154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/595090713101464154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/2007/05/bomb-digerdi.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDYMAN :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756434760543452071</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-6807959886091510044.post-6685408027458711703</id><published>2007-05-19T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T05:58:07.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think trg tmr would be fun and nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its going to be from 5 to 630 where there would be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no hot sun and no seniors. wheee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066480614650972946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cdz6771f6NE/Rk_BRpGsixI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mbja0-aDCtk/s200/love.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it all brings back memories. i think that was the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;best party ever maybe. we bonded a lot, especially &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nat mok, that funny person. the day when we went to two &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;theme parks on one day, i didn't think that mrs jaya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;would actually win the may day worker's award. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh wells, i still have not done my june holiday time table&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;which needs to be handed up to lao shi tmr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807959886091510044-6685408027458711703?l=buttons-candy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/feeds/6685408027458711703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6807959886091510044&amp;postID=6685408027458711703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/6685408027458711703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807959886091510044/posts/default/6685408027458711703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttons-candy.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-d-i-think-trg-tmr-would-be-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDYMAN :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756434760543452071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cdz6771f6NE/Rk_BRpGsixI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mbja0-aDCtk/s72-c/love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
