<?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-8792592655914426880</id><updated>2011-10-30T01:50:34.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRISCILLA(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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>426</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-7676586908813973479</id><published>2011-10-21T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:47:33.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fear no man&lt;br /&gt;Trust no bitch&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let any thing affect you. &lt;br /&gt;Gna work and party ~ &lt;br /&gt;Now I know who my friends are. I only have a handful of friends. Need so much friend for what in the end also all not there for you. Pathetic but I'm loving it. Anyway, i love Jennifer ^*^ such a adorable bao ber. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-7676586908813973479?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7676586908813973479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=7676586908813973479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7676586908813973479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7676586908813973479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/10/fear-no-man-trust-no-bitch-dont-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-5334748399020180862</id><published>2011-10-21T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:07:31.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so now people go complain because a couples play in the same game in the same court? like what the fuck? He didn't even pass me the ball, we didn't even violated the rule or cheat in the game. So what makes you have the right to just complain to teacher? Ok you not happy never mind. Then what kind of teacher are you? Just listen to one side of the story? And you make your own conclusion? Oh you sure he passed the ball to me? You sure? You didn't even bother to find out what actually happen. You didn't even bother asking you just ASSUME. So what makes you a teacher? Since young I thought that teacher should be the one with the most respect. LOL YOU FAILED. YOU JUST FUCKING FAILED. Oh worse of all you even insulted a student. &lt;br /&gt;- disappointed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-5334748399020180862?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5334748399020180862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=5334748399020180862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5334748399020180862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5334748399020180862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/10/ok-so-now-people-go-complain-because.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-4935037911112883233</id><published>2011-09-14T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:59:48.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wtf this is so stupid. &lt;br /&gt;When someone is angry and they vent their anger people will say show attitude -.- don't tell me they won't vent their anger and won't get angry. Retarded if show anger was giving attitude. Then I show get a reward for being the most attitude girl ever :) what retard thinking is this? &lt;br /&gt;When I'm angry I won't like to keep it to myself. I like to express myself and whenever I express how I'm feeling. People would think that I'm unreasonable, have terrible attitude problem and shits. Seriously, does expressing means showing attitude? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day, this is getting more and more terrible. I'm giving up. I have already said my words, i told you how i feel already and I can't take it any longer. This sucks. This is stupid. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-4935037911112883233?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4935037911112883233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=4935037911112883233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4935037911112883233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4935037911112883233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/09/wtf-this-is-so-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-1207968804864580845</id><published>2011-09-13T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:59:07.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of quarrels. &lt;br /&gt;Tired of trying. &lt;br /&gt;Tired of heartache. &lt;br /&gt;Tired of feeling sad. &lt;br /&gt;Tired of being alone. &lt;br /&gt;Tired of memorizing. &lt;br /&gt;Tired of not having enough sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Tired of not bein good enough. &lt;br /&gt;Tired of people saying that I've change. &lt;br /&gt;Tired of studying. &lt;br /&gt;Tred of every little thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don't know how to manage my tine. Maybe I just need to speak up but exertions I wanted to, I knew we will quarrel. Maybe I just need a little time on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-1207968804864580845?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1207968804864580845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=1207968804864580845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1207968804864580845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1207968804864580845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-sick-and-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-4235855096589868280</id><published>2011-09-04T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T02:52:45.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XBd52ReimM4/TmJxhLtSlcI/AAAAAAAABtU/HOj5fI2L_Eg/s1600/bbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XBd52ReimM4/TmJxhLtSlcI/AAAAAAAABtU/HOj5fI2L_Eg/s320/bbb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648201697568396738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_T9R-yCgHE/TmJxhMfgU4I/AAAAAAAABtM/W1gCSmDMzXs/s1600/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_T9R-yCgHE/TmJxhMfgU4I/AAAAAAAABtM/W1gCSmDMzXs/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648201697779012482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IGNnGlLTcn8/TmJxg_Z3WgI/AAAAAAAABtE/Es5L9V9a7oI/s1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IGNnGlLTcn8/TmJxg_Z3WgI/AAAAAAAABtE/Es5L9V9a7oI/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648201694265694722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BABY &amp;lt;3 I LOVE YOU :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I Miss me boyfriend so much :( Havent seen him for 2 days as he is gone for Cruiseee :( Make me wanna cry, I just miss him so much! 10 more hours and he will be coming back. Woohooo. I wanna dance ^^ I AM SO HAPPY HEHEHEH. I think I'm tooo obsessed with him :P Haiyo he is just too adorable for me to miss him. These few days... I am just too bored without him. Waiting for one miserable call that can't last for 10 minutes and must keep myself busy till im tired so that I can sleep and time flies when Im sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;It's holiday! Today is also my first day @ work. No its not easy, it ain't tedious either. I don't know I just think that it's ok. except that theeee Kitchen staff is quiet fierce :O I don't like :( worse of all, it's my first day and I am alone without the support of me binny. This is so pathetic right... :( I will be working tmrw. And before going to work, I will go meet me binny for lunch cause I just miss him so much. Even looking at him eating will be niceee. :P So cute of him to run down the cruise just to bu prepaid card to call me. Some times I dont know if he is cute or what :P I am so excited I can't sleep. Baby if you are reading this, I miss you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's my Holiday plan :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Picnic with me binny and his friends :) Gonna feel like a extra butt what to do. My boyfriend want me to go everywhere with him.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Universal Studios ??? IDK. Don't feel like going :(&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - CCA CIP flag day &amp;amp; Studying day&lt;br /&gt;Thurday - Studying day&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Studying day&lt;br /&gt;Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday - Work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee no time for baby. But but but, study first. After EOY gonna partyy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-4235855096589868280?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4235855096589868280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=4235855096589868280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4235855096589868280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4235855096589868280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/09/baby-i-love-you-d-woop-i-miss-me.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XBd52ReimM4/TmJxhLtSlcI/AAAAAAAABtU/HOj5fI2L_Eg/s72-c/bbb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-2522150174856898199</id><published>2011-08-29T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:46:01.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how many couples managed to get together so close.. Looking at your blog, feels so sad yet happy. Happy that we're perfectly fine but now, it seems like everything is in a mess. I guess whatever it is, it'll never be the same. Right? You and I both know, maybe its just that we dont wanna face it. I think it's time to let go.. I miss us so badly. Remember the days when we didn't quarrel much? Now its totally different, quarrels are coming one by one. People change, feeling change and nothing will ever stay the same. I remember there's a part where we stop all the quarrels. and things really work out between us, laughing our way to school. Never having stupid quarrels. If I asked you about our past, do you still remember? Its always quarrels that lead to break up that leads to a permanent end for people. I guess I'm next?&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-2522150174856898199?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2522150174856898199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=2522150174856898199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2522150174856898199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2522150174856898199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-dont-know-how-many-couples-managed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-3109029511262656499</id><published>2011-08-29T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:27:42.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we were stronger&lt;br /&gt;All we do is linger&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through our fingers&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna try now&lt;br /&gt;All that's left's goodbye&lt;br /&gt;To find a way that I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;justwannagodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-3109029511262656499?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3109029511262656499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=3109029511262656499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3109029511262656499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3109029511262656499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-cant-take-it-any-longer-thought-that.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-7200243364866499167</id><published>2011-08-10T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T10:01:48.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a very long time since things were fine, feelings wasnt so emotional. Its so scary to see things change to a drastic state. Quarreling over small things what happen again has happen again. That day when you  said you lost the type of feelings is happening again. Its not entirely my or your fault but can you change? I talk to you in a nice way yet your reply was just like you dont appreciate it. Fine if thats what you want. Its ok. No point holdin on to something what wont want to change. Maybe we are just to similar. You dont bother to change then its alright. Its actually very ridiculous. I dont know how you are feeling now and i really want to know but its alright already. I guess i should stop thinking, stop bothering, stop doing things that makes you happy and stop. Stop caring. You got your friends. I dont know if you will read this but who cares about my feelings. I dont bother anyway. And somehow iwished we go back to the start when you really cherish me and i cherish you too but its never gonna happen :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-7200243364866499167?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7200243364866499167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=7200243364866499167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7200243364866499167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7200243364866499167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-has-been-very-long-time-since-things.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-4824167681921645353</id><published>2011-07-23T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T11:52:41.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;I feel so sad. No reason why. Just sad.&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/8792592655914426880-4824167681921645353?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4824167681921645353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=4824167681921645353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4824167681921645353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4824167681921645353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-feel-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-3690500638513337933</id><published>2011-06-23T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:56:50.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe I love to work now :) I want to continue working. LOL. Because its so fun especially when my boyfriend is with meeeeeeeeeee. I feel so sad when I cant find the other orange show for the boy :(&lt;br /&gt;School's gonna start liao. Sian si ren. !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-3690500638513337933?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3690500638513337933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=3690500638513337933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3690500638513337933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3690500638513337933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/06/hehe-i-love-to-work-now-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-7293108787260309650</id><published>2011-06-20T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T14:24:55.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>June is a very busy month :) Went out with pearl and some classmates. Had class BBQ then celebrated Jennifer's birthday at Downtown, Escape theme park. Was fun cause I can go out with them again! And seeing my jennifer being in love is so cute. HAHAHA. and cause I can skate. Woohoo. But of course with the help of my BF. :P A bit useless hahah. Hmm. Seeing Jennifer and her BF together, I remember how my boyfriend treats me when we just started. And this month I remember him saying that&lt;u&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the happy feeling is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then outings with my boyfriend, looking for part time jobs wasn't that fun cuz we need to wait and wait until they are shorthanded so we can work. And going out with him always make me laugh. I'm glad we hardly quarrel already :) You never know how much you mean to me baby :) Went so many places this holiday, Went to town and window shopping and ZOO! So funny with baby. HE'S SO CHILDISH!!! Window shopping with him is so fun. Haha. I think he think that I so auntie :( Cause I always go body shop and test the lotion :P Then went in every shop sure got some things that we want to buy. But No money = No buy. So sad. Recently, worked at BATA. I know the name tells it all. Who cares, although it's only 4/h at least at the end of the day I get minimum 10$. And I get to see my boyfriend every day at 7 in the morning :D&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday met BF early in the morning then went to NEX to do Chinese Project with HuiYing. Spend a lot money!!! :( FML for being poor. But at least I'm happy. Was fun and we watched Mr Popper's Penguin. LOL So funny and cuteee! After that wait for my baby to finish his swimming and went to Compass to have dinner with his mother and brother!&lt;br /&gt;So many places I want to go, so many things I want to buy, So many things I want to do. BUT I CAN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did I mention I haven't met Zihui. Im so sad!!! I'm dying to meet her. Argh! I realize as time pass, we all change and nothing remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAHA MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING!!!!!&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/8792592655914426880-7293108787260309650?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7293108787260309650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=7293108787260309650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7293108787260309650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7293108787260309650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-is-very-busy-month-went-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-7485797658951655822</id><published>2011-06-07T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T12:27:39.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;我假裝過去不重要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast with My beloved Jennifer, rachel and Peixuan. lol and Juanwee. Hehe. Finally could sit down and chat with them alrdy! I miss how I use to be with them, laughing with them and when everything was perfect. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;Class Bbq was fun :D Had hell lots of fun with my classmates and with my baby :) Was damn tired! thanks to huiying for organizing such fun bbq for us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I can't blame you for loosing the feelings. But somehow I just don't get it. Why didn't I lose the feelings too? Or probably your love has fade. hahaha.. I'm smiling for you, I don't want you to think that I still bother about it. I may forget what you said but I’ll never forget how you made me feel. Baby you're the one that makes my day. The one that can make me smile the brightest. However Im the one that made you sad. Bin. Sorry :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-7485797658951655822?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7485797658951655822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=7485797658951655822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7485797658951655822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7485797658951655822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/06/had-breakfast-with-my-beloved-jennifer.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-6297452814444034453</id><published>2011-05-28T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T09:50:01.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can be awarded for the worst girlfriend ever. Hais. I didn't know about the album. I don't know if you'll truly forgive me and I also know sorry is useless anymore but I really am sorry.. This is the third time and I don't know how to face you. I didn't do it on purpose. Maybe letting go is the best way. You can be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-6297452814444034453?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6297452814444034453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=6297452814444034453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6297452814444034453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6297452814444034453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-can-be-awarded-for-worst-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-9087571165775368312</id><published>2011-05-26T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:13:10.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate goodbyes, it brings people down and tear them apart.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to leave the person that you're close to. Gonna miss me physic teacher Mr Kohhhhh! So sad that he's gonna leave. And Vonnelee, Jennifer they all going Yunan... For 6 days??? :'( Siannn. Yay fuck my teacher. Fail by 0.6 ONLY!!!! I hate school esp that stupid black teacherwho have a very long  name.&lt;br /&gt;WHEE its 26 May 2011. Meansssssssssssssssssssss.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:270%;" &gt;Happy 4th Month! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't know how things will be like for the next few days/weeks/years. Aiya just for the time we're together. But I hope we'll be together and always laughing. And hope most of the time we wont be sad and quarrel. Now you're sleeping like a pig and I think you wont see so soooon. But nvm. Just wanna let you know I never wanna let you go. :) Me mizzy you and mepo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-9087571165775368312?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/9087571165775368312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=9087571165775368312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/9087571165775368312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/9087571165775368312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-hate-goodbyes-it-brings-people-down.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-3340878580829463989</id><published>2011-05-25T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:34:50.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're now in a stage where whatever we both do is against each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today he gave me a rose. Was very happy. Eventually happiness doesn't last forever. It end within a day. I was sooo happy that I posted on his wall. Told him to see but then his reply was. Later. Busy. LOL. I know I expected too much. Shouldn't have any expectations from you anymore. I should have known that we're not even meant to be. All those craps were just sweet talk. Think about it. If you were the one that want to give me a present and in the end I said later and busy to you how will you feel? I don't even think you'll ever do something like me. IM CRYING~~~~~HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm not gonna bother and care anymore :D this is the only way to protect my feelings. ^^ But please dont ever ask why I'm like that cause you should know you're the who turned me down. No other people can ever hurt me except you. cause you're someone important to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-3340878580829463989?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3340878580829463989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=3340878580829463989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3340878580829463989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3340878580829463989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/05/were-now-in-stage-where-whatever-we.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-3905854421728275274</id><published>2011-05-14T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:51:28.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAY 13TH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was last paper of Mid year exams. Yay! Finally, now only stress about results and money. Can sleep early already :) After my exams, baby came to find me then we went to brandan house. Wheeee. I love his house ^^ especially when my favourite show is on. After show endd, walked to compass Subway to have lunch!!! So fun to be with them. one is my boyfriend and another is my boyfriend's brother like my brother like that :P After that train to Clark Quay! Sooooooo fun.  sooo many epic things happen. Baby bought me and him the same slippers! Couple slipper lehhh. :P I likey! Changed into our couple slipper :P we very sweet i know! Then we walk by the river~~ Brandan is not a light bulb! He is my brother. :p I FEEL SO HAPPY TO GO OUT WITH BOTH OF THEM. not that i love brandan also. My heart only stancio have. Hehehehe. Then walk to Liang's court. Sit in Mac then talkkkkkkkk. and went to Kovan because I need to go tuition andddddddd. The both gentleman waited for me :P Sooooo goooood. ^^ I type like a childish girl :( I am very happy because today I bring baby to Adidas shop and he finally got his running shoe!!!!! YAYYYYYYYYY I LOVE YOU. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-3905854421728275274?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3905854421728275274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=3905854421728275274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3905854421728275274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3905854421728275274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday-13th-was-last-paper-of-mid-year.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-2190460998750720376</id><published>2011-05-07T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T14:15:11.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlTxwBtYvK4/TcTh_mZMmtI/AAAAAAAABso/i3wgbtmYPpI/s1600/3rdmonth029i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlTxwBtYvK4/TcTh_mZMmtI/AAAAAAAABso/i3wgbtmYPpI/s320/3rdmonth029i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603852319109978834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey baby I love you! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wheeee. Finally blogging :D Im so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. last beverage = Plain water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. last phone call = Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. last text message = Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. last song you listened to = Dont cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. last time you cried = Few days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. dated someone twice = Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. been cheated on = Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it = Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. lost someone special = Yes, but not anymore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. been depressed = No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. been drunk and threw up = Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. PINK!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST YEAR (2010), HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend = Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love = Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried = Yup Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you = Hmm. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were = Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you = Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your FB friend's list = Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life = Dont know, dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets = No :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name = Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday = Celebrated with Boyf and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today = 9am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night = I was asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for = Holidays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother = Now? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life = Study harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now = -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom ? No? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now = Exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage = Tumblr, FB and Youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Are you still virgin =  Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Nickname = Pris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status = In a Relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign = Cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. He or She = She?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Elementary = Farrer Park Primary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. High School = Nan Chiau High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. College = -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair color = Blacky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short = Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Height = Average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone ? = Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What do you like about yourself? = VERY CUTE HEHEHE. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings = Yess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos = None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty= Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery = Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing = P3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend = Ling Zi Hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined = Badminton :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation = Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. First pair of trainers = I dont knw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating = Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking = Yess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to = Study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening = 987Fm :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting for = Exams to end~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids? = No???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married? = Yes xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Career? = Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes = Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses= Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller = Taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger = Younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous = Romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms = Nice stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud =  Loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship = Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant = Neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger = Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor = vodak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts = Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date = No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Broke someone's  heart = Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Had your own heart broken = Yessssssss :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested = No :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down = Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died = No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend = Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself = Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles = Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight = Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven = Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus = LOL no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date = I dont know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels = No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame si le. Waiting for exams to be over and enjoy my days with bin shu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a itouch&lt;br /&gt;I want a DSLR&lt;br /&gt;I want a job&lt;br /&gt;I want to be rich&lt;br /&gt;I want to be engage with Stancio&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with him&lt;br /&gt;I want to study hard&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a chef!&lt;br /&gt;I want to cook&lt;br /&gt;I want to bake&lt;br /&gt;I want a big house&lt;br /&gt;I want to swim&lt;br /&gt;I want a long holiday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-2190460998750720376?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2190460998750720376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=2190460998750720376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2190460998750720376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2190460998750720376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey-baby-i-love-you-wheeee.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlTxwBtYvK4/TcTh_mZMmtI/AAAAAAAABso/i3wgbtmYPpI/s72-c/3rdmonth029i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-6814643175787127000</id><published>2011-04-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:46:21.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time to forget everything. Have been lying to myself that everything will be the same. LOL. what a joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-6814643175787127000?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6814643175787127000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=6814643175787127000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6814643175787127000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6814643175787127000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-to-forget-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-6527266418543328701</id><published>2011-04-10T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:28:53.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No relationship is perfect,&lt;br /&gt;But what makes it perfect is if you still want to be there when things get really hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was ok. Thanks to baby. This week pass by very fast, probably it's because I'm with him everyday. :) Trying not to be late for tuition and sleeping early so that I can concentrate better in class. Yay. Gonna be a better girl now. Hm. Such a tiring day. Last day of the week, wasn't very good. He called me a liar for the first time. I really didn't. Today is our "first year." I really like the day I started being with you. not the day i be with you AGAIN. But I know I should already let go of the past and start treating you fairly. Actually I am very happy because today is with you again, although for 9 months I'm not with you, and we have a lot of distance and many things changes especially you. Changed for the better just to be with me again. Yet I'm still being unfair to you. I have nothing to say anymore. Grh. I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Md2-OTHVH38/TaG-O0MPX-I/AAAAAAAABsY/2q_18lAELa4/s1600/mugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Md2-OTHVH38/TaG-O0MPX-I/AAAAAAAABsY/2q_18lAELa4/s320/mugs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593961373908295650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i want this with you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-6527266418543328701?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6527266418543328701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=6527266418543328701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6527266418543328701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6527266418543328701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-relationship-is-perfect-but-what.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Md2-OTHVH38/TaG-O0MPX-I/AAAAAAAABsY/2q_18lAELa4/s72-c/mugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-3097505053485572867</id><published>2011-04-03T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T02:50:15.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Perfect boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  * give her one of your t-shirts to sleep in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        * leave her cute text notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        * kiss her in front of your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;        * tell her she is gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        * look into her eyes when you talk to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        * let her mess with your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        * touch her hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        * just walk around with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        * forgive her for her mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        * look at her like she’s the only one you see.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  * tickle her even when she says stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        * hold her hand when you’re around your friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        * when she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  * let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        * get her mad, then kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     * tease her and let her tease you back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        * watch her favorite movie with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        * kiss her forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        * give her the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        * let her wear your clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        * when she’s sad, hang out with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        * let her know she`s important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        * kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;        * when you fall in love with her, tell her.&lt;br /&gt;        * and when you tell her, love her like you’ve never loved someone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might not have done all but he did his best to be the best boyfriend ever. And that's the best thing about him, he don't give up easily like I do. He'll be the one telling me everything's fine, not to be sad and stuffs. Every time when I think of the past, he'll ensure me that he WOULDN'T leave again. I remember when we were talking, and I accidentally talk about the past, and my mood change, all he did was just whisper to me not to think about it and hug me. He'll bring down his pride/ do anything for me. Seriously he's somebody I can't live without. I love him more than anyone else. However I always hope that I can treat him the same way he treat me. Because I don't think his feelings when I'm sad/angry. I'll only care about myself, and he'll be there trying his best to make me happy again. I don't know if he have ever felt like giving up before but usually I'll be the one feel like giving up cause I'm not worth his love. I just throw my temper on him when I'm upset. He won't throw his temper like me, not even when I'm treating him cold. Some times there might be small argument between us. Some times when I feel like leaving him, but he wouldn't let me, and I'm glad cause I don't know what I'll be without him. I bet it would be like hell to live without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll call me everyday, before ending a call he'll say i love you. He will make an effort to spend more time with me. He'll lie to be with me. He'll remember what I want. He'll buy something I said I want it before. He'll let me bite him when I'm sad. He'll walk past my class to see me. He'll want to go many place with me. He'll give up his game for me. He'll make me feel like princess. He'll try to shelter me from the sun. He will do anything just for me. He'll want to buy couple things. He already planned about his future with me. Hahahaha. Baby you're soo cute. I know you're always sad when you go home because there might be arguments but always remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be there for you. No matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i488.photobucket.com/albums/rr246/priscillalim3/bby-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Baby, I love you more than anything. I don't know exactly where we go from here. But i want you to remember you're a good boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is going 3am. If you see any typo dont laugh at me hor. Love you Stancio :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-3097505053485572867?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3097505053485572867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=3097505053485572867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3097505053485572867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3097505053485572867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-perfect-boyfriend-give-her-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-7213678994520706118</id><published>2011-03-27T02:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T03:47:21.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your love is something I can't resist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really love this week, with bi everything is enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Monday his dad sent us to school. And for the rest of the days, bi walk to school with me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday after school we'll have our lunch together. Then baby bought me the bubble thingy and we always compete who can blow the biggest bubble and then he will smash on my face. :P Baby is so cute! Friday was school anniversary. I need to go back to school to help with the duty and baby dont need :( Had fun with HY and Cindy. Baby came to the void deck behind school and saw me. So cute to see him holding the flower sia. *.* After my duty, me and baby went to compass and have Sushi ^^ I eat a lot and baby eat so less. Wah like I giant like that. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;These few days very tiring. Study and study a lot. Till my head is going to burst. x.x&lt;br /&gt;2.40am was angry at bi just now because of some stuffs. Shouldn't have felt that way. Anw its our 2nd month.. Feel so bad when I blocked his calls and treat him so cold. Some times I don't know how I should feel. Weather to continue or end. Haha. I think ignoring is the only way I use to solve problems. Which makes me a loser. Baby I miss you a lot a lot. I don't like us to be like this. Sorry bi. Sorry :(  Give up or not? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-7213678994520706118?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7213678994520706118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=7213678994520706118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7213678994520706118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7213678994520706118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-love-is-something-i-cant-resist.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-3017740610472481944</id><published>2011-03-20T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:53:08.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is happening. Why am I treating him like this.&lt;br /&gt;Hais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-3017740610472481944?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3017740610472481944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=3017740610472481944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3017740610472481944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3017740610472481944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-5943393397590355900</id><published>2011-03-20T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:40:24.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby I dont care about typo! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday had fun with bi. Went to Pasir Ris to make baby's ezlink. Then called Peixuan down and we cycle at Pasir Ris Park :D After that, ran after the bus with baby. SOOOOOO fun. Though to me, I think it's a very ugly thing to do. But didn't thought it would be so fun. HAHAHAHAH. Cause run with him mah :D Then I went for tuition after buying bubble tea. Baby so stubborn. Keep want to wait for me. So sweet hor. After tuition, buy some stuffs and thennnn. Had our dinner! YAY! Had sushi for dinner. So full and fun. See bi eat until got tears a bit happy xD Eat until our hands very dirty. So I go wash hand while baby went to buy cup walker. And talk until I smell bi hand got sushi smell. He went toilet and I slowly follow him behind. Wait outside the toilet. Wait for quite long, actually I thought he stomach pain. HAHA. Then bi was walking from the cold storage, I didn't see him at all. ACTUALLY HE'S JUST TOO LAZY BECAUSE IT IS VERY CROWDED AND HE CANNOT SEE ME AND MY PHONE IS WITH HIM AND HE GO ROUND THE MALL AND MRT TO FIND ME. HAHAHA. So sweet when he says that he's very worried. Awwww. Baby I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to Parkway Parade and had subway for lunch. After that walked to East Coast Park and play. AIYO So paiseh. &gt;&lt; Went into the water. Then bi buried me so funny leh. Full of sand! Went toilet bathe, dunno why my bag wet until everything wet. SAD. Baby throw my bag!!!!!!!!!!! :'( Had dinner then skate to parkway parade. And I fall on my butt and it is so the very painful :( HMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Then cab home. Thankyou biiiiii for sending me home. So so so sweet. I love you! I so bad, leave him walk to Mrt himself. Then went home and sleeeeeeep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-5943393397590355900?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5943393397590355900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=5943393397590355900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5943393397590355900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5943393397590355900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-i-dont-care-about-typo-p-went-into.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-6355432458095557492</id><published>2011-03-19T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T02:26:50.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are my  One and Only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun in Genting for 3 days! Mon to Wed :) Hehe. Enjoy with Stancio and Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;Went with grandmother and her friends. After custom can't contact bi already :'( But we say to meet 3 to 4. I thought I was late. 3.30 can't find him then went to the cafe. Very scared that he can't find me T.T Bi came at 4. Scare me :( Grhh. Haha. I remember he say perfect couple sure will meet de :P&lt;br /&gt;Then we walk around. Find Juan wee at Lan. Lame go genting use lan. Lol. Baby was hungry so we had pizza for dinner. Service and food sucks. 60rm + only. Bi pay for the dinner. Went to his hotel look for his ah ma. Then went to look for my grandmother and went back to his hotel. Walked around and decided to go to Snow world! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Before entering, saw a shop that sells acceessories for couples. And before going to Genting, bi says he'll go there and buy a real ring for me, cause he had been buying me fake ring every week xP So sweet, every week got ring even though it's fake. HAHAH. Of course, he bought for us; Couple ring. ♥ Cannot take out unless study!&lt;br /&gt;Went to play snow, was  very very fun. Keepy throw at bi. AHAHAHAHAHAH. My leg was frozen cayse I wore shorts. My face also frozen. Tried the slide because of bi. Haha. Soooo scary. I love my boyfriend so much! He wanted the person to help us take a picture and insist on buying it and we look awesome. :P My toes are wet and it stinks. I have to wear a plastic bag and I look like a CLOWN lor. Got people laugh at me :'( Went back hotel bathe, Wore baby the tall tall shoe. Like ULTRA MAN!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHA. Bought a very very cute slipper ^^&lt;br /&gt;After that walk to very ar for mid night parsar malam :D My favourite place. Hehe. Bought supper. Hehe. Noodles and chicken. SO FAT. Bought back hotel eat. Aiyo bi so funny. got one strand of hair only say cannot eat liao then whole thing throw away. HAHA. Pillow talk! And sleep. Sleep until half way will laugh one leh. So funny. HAHAHAH. Then baby stomach pain :( Ke lian. Ke lian.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up quite late then bathe le. Bi send me to find grandmother for lunch :D Then he went back. After that went to find biiii. Theme Park next :D We sat the MERRY GO ROUND. Sooo childish hor :P I think the uncle secretly laughing at us. HAHAHA. I cannot stop laughing. Took picturessssss. ^^ Suddenly rain then decided to have dinner. Hot Pot for dinner :) Wasn't nice but enjoy it because I am eating with my boyfriend! And he like daddy again. :P  Soooo ke ai! Then then. went shopping. Remembered some stuffs. Wanted to cry so badly. BUT i want face. I didn't cry in front of bi. Went back hotel rest. SO moodless :(&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly. Got firework. So pretty! Then decided to go walk again. And decided to go sit on the ferries wheel together. Quite cute hor. &gt;&lt; In the end, Jennifer and the mother came. Wh her mother one look know we couple already :P In the end is Jennifer sit on the ferries wheel with me. Lucky got her. I almost cry cause it's was very high. I scream very loud :( I love Jennifer ^^&lt;br /&gt;Went for Midnight bowling with the two of them :D Sooo fun. Aiyo I keep lose de :'( Sian. Stupid bi keep say he long time no play still so pro &gt;:( Jennifer keep say She so lousy. Wah I so sad :'(  Parted ways with Jennifer and me and bi had sausage prata for supper and sit our last ride. Hehe. Got what lover bridge So lame de but still, Very cute! We reach jiu sleep liao. Way too tired. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Morning was our last day at Genting. :( A bit sadddd. Pack bag and find Grandmother for lunch. Thought can meet baby again but no time :'( Argh. Then Baby called and said he bought me a shirt. Pink one :) Which boy would buy shirt siaaa. ^^ Different bus with Bi so sian.&lt;br /&gt;Reached Singapore. Bi so good. Wait for my bus to reach just to see me for that little moment ^^ Sweet horrrrr. His ah ma so good to me ^^ Baby so lame. Call me when we're just less than a meter away cause he miss my voice xD I feel so in love ^^ Heheheeeee. Then we parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;Miss him ler :( I realised baby spend a lot of money on me :( Waste his money de!&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo! Such long post. I love him very very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-6355432458095557492?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6355432458095557492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=6355432458095557492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6355432458095557492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6355432458095557492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-are-my-one-and-only.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-4088639280890146157</id><published>2011-03-12T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:48:38.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I'm with you, I'll make every second count cause I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was selfish. Don't let me out till after lunch. Grhh, after lunch went to compass meet dear. Hehe. We cabbed to East Coast Park. Second time went there with him. Dear bought his roller blade and another one for me! :D Wah he like my father like that. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;At first very scared cause very long never skate already. Thanks to my dear boyfriend, he didn't let me go  :D &amp;amp; I feel very paiseh cause I very lousy and he very pro. Haha Bi says I'm a fast learner. :P I love the way he skates. So man!!! Was very scared when got slope but luckily I got him :D We skate and hold hand throughout. VERY SWEEET RIGHT. HAHAHA. He say our shadow very sweet. Actually is extremely sweet :D Skate around until a bit tired then went to the beach. The sea is so clean and beautiful~ Bi is so well prepared! He bought a mat for us to sit. Awesome boyfriend! Play with water and regretted not bringing extra clothing cause cannot play water. Whee. Camwhore like siao. AHAHAH. Drizzle and I gtg home :( Sian de. Only spend awhile with him. Sooo, we cab again. Waste money right! Cab to my house first then Bi cab home :( Total $30 leh! Sibei expensive. Heart pain la. All he pay. Bi said it was worth it to be with me. So sweet. Don't know when he change until so sweet de :P I love him so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-4088639280890146157?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4088639280890146157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=4088639280890146157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4088639280890146157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4088639280890146157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-im-with-you-ill-make-every-second.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-1216558819683493640</id><published>2011-03-10T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:27:19.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause when I'm kissin' you my senses come alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had a small quarrel with boyfriend :( Hais. Jennifer help me a lott. At least she told him how I feel. But I still feel upset so I didn't bother. It's always the same old problem. SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;After school, left me and him and I don't know why but me and bi like ok already cause we finally say everything. Very warm when I'm with him. :) Had my favorite Yu pian mee fen ^^ Yayyyyyy, then went compass and cab to Penisula. Yay my pink hooodie. SOOOOOO NICEEEE. Thankyou biiiiii. Walked around other mall. Hehe Enjoy being with him. Was raining then walked to a random shelter and wait. Then decide to bus to Clark Quay. Yay nobody de ^^ Went to eat creepe. Long time no eat! :D Walked around before going tuition. Bi so sweeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;Dear waited for me for 1 hour because I said I go bathe and in the end FB! Sooooo sorry :'( I think he very angry with me liao. Very guilty!!! Now on the phone with my very cute boyfriend. HEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-1216558819683493640?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1216558819683493640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=1216558819683493640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1216558819683493640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1216558819683493640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/03/cause-when-im-kissin-you-my-senses-come.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-7389628267744683910</id><published>2011-03-06T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:27:07.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss your sweet smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally exam over, camp over.&lt;br /&gt;Dear bought me one extremely cute bear. :)&lt;br /&gt;Camp was normal. Miss bf very much. Slept with HY. Agnes &amp;amp; Pearlyn so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Some times being at home sucks. Hahaha. fml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-7389628267744683910?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7389628267744683910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=7389628267744683910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7389628267744683910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7389628267744683910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-miss-your-sweet-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-1103404303450759022</id><published>2011-02-25T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T23:19:20.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody could ever replace you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love exammmm. Make me study :D But always so sleepy. Left maths, geog and home econ~&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee. After school with Jennifer and &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;♥ was funnnnnnn. OH. Had a small quarrel with Alwin :( AND BI IS ANGRY AT ME FOR IDKWHY IN THE MORNING. AND HE SO CUTE LA AND I LOVE HIM. AND I MISS HIM LIAO. Aiya, sad, didn't spend a lot of time together with him cause went to meet mummy for lunch. But bi still send me back so sweet. Like his daily routine. HAHAHAHA. :P Can't wait for exams to be over, hope my results won't be disappointing cause I REALLY study. Camp after exam. Bet its gonna be extremely tiring. Weehee. Can't wait for march holidays. So many things I wanna do! :D This post is soooooo lame :D&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/8792592655914426880-1103404303450759022?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1103404303450759022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=1103404303450759022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1103404303450759022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1103404303450759022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/02/nobody-could-ever-replace-you.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-5539974378420347824</id><published>2011-02-20T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:48:25.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;爱情是个回忆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put on a show, really had me going. It's hard to trust again. After times of disappointment. I dont know how to trust. I don't know how to tell you that everything's gonna be alright, that I am not upset or whatever. Tried to be happy today, but it feels so difficult just to smile. I hate faking a smile. It's because I don't want you to think that I'm not okay. I don't want you to blame yourself. I thought I can forget, I thought that since today should be a happy day for us I should just forget. Haha. I'm sorry. I fail in the end. I couldn't. I thought we'll be better but the so called happiness is a fairytale. Even though we're happy now but this will not be forever. I thought I could forget what I see but I couldn't. Sorry for being selfish. I can't cause I'm not good enough to forget. Every time when we're close, I have the same feeling again. Like the same thing will happen again. Whatever you do, nothing will change. Even a thousand care from you. I find myself keeping a distance from you. I promise myself not to cry, crying will only make things worse. My love hasn't changed, its the fault of time. Maybe we are apart for too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-5539974378420347824?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5539974378420347824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=5539974378420347824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5539974378420347824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5539974378420347824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-put-on-show-really-had-me-going.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-728094282120365402</id><published>2011-02-12T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T01:15:46.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fallin' for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEB14 I'm not gonna go school, I'm not gonna celebrate valentine's day like other girls. (No lah, not that I must celebrate valentine's day.) I'm gonna be in the hospital. I might be going for an operation. Who would like it? I am so far away from my friends and what about tests! My classmates are overjoy that I didn't attend school. HAHAHHA. Your wish granted. I'll wish for myself to be dead during the operation for ya okay. Since you hate me so much what for be my partner. ZZZ. Loser! It's kinda funny when I'm so energetic on Tuesday and the next day doctor said I need to go for an operation asap, and for the next few days I'm just sitting in front of my lappy, talk on the phone and watch tv for hours. I feel so fucking useless. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherish life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been rotting at home since Wednesday. Hehe. Lucky he will call me everyday after school to talk to me for hours :DD Went out with him today. Wahahah. Like finally went out. Totally enjoy my day with him and bought couple bottle. :P Love youuuuu~ And thankyou for the present ^^ Monday he's coming to look for me With My beloved Jennifer and Rachel. HEHEH. Hope I will be the one going to look for them instead of them. I love you all so much :D ♥♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-728094282120365402?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/728094282120365402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=728094282120365402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/728094282120365402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/728094282120365402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/02/fallin-for-you-feb14-im-not-gonna-go.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-4730897438759209695</id><published>2011-02-09T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T01:39:59.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cny was fantastic~&lt;br /&gt;Went Prawning during on of the days :D Awesomeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Then to fun fair. Scary only.&lt;br /&gt;Went home late almost everynight x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school. Normal only. Damn sian. Forever not gonna buck up like that. Shit, everybody's bucking up except meeeee. Feeel soo uselesss :(&lt;br /&gt;Today went to meet Zihui after school. Poly clinic, quite serious. Then cab to hospital. :'( So painful when the nurse piak my finger to get some blood. They so good to me ^^ Treat patients like queens/kings. Or maybe only me. LOLLOL. K la. Very worried. Very pain. Cause nobody know the pain I'm feeling right nowwwww. For the next 5 days, I must be caution. Get fever die liao. SIAN. Love my beloved Zhuuuuuuuhui, for accompanying me, going into the doc's room again with me, make me smile, show me her jiaobin, and DIDNT PAY FOR THE TAXI FARE. The fee is 95$ LEHHHHHH. Walao. So ex. Haisss. THIS IS LIFE. Then went off to tuition. Miss her so much. Hehe. I think I have emotional problem because I can be happy now and a second later im sad. And I love Jennifer!!! Miss being with her. x.x  The medicine so big how swollowwww. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alwin lost his phone. Lucky he called me with his house phone. Miss him loads :(&lt;br /&gt;Miss S too! Hate K!! LOVE ZH &amp;amp; JENNIFER~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-4730897438759209695?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4730897438759209695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=4730897438759209695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4730897438759209695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4730897438759209695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-was-fantastic-went-prawning-during.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-7745838621129739964</id><published>2011-01-30T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:39:09.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;One more step, that's all that we have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;TIRED. Went to ECP with Stancio, Brandan and Sylvester today. Wheeeee~ Met them around evening. Omg feel so paiseh, nearly dua them. D: They show me one monkey, on the tree. damn cute. HAHAH. Rode the two person bike. Hehe. Sibei dangerous lor!!!!!! K, was raining lah. Then very very very cold plus the water piak on you :( Went beach playplay :D Walao the wave so big then I'm the wettest. Cb. HAHAH. Brandan look like gay. Damn funny laaaaaaaa. Then destroy stancio draw de. &gt;:D After that, a bit sian cause....... Then two of us a bit moody. I don't know why, I never see sylvest and brandan in front. My bike collide with theirs. What the fuckkkkkkkkk. My leg is very de pain. Not fair one. Always I ride bike until injured :( Walk a bit slow, cannot catch up with them oneeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed to Hougang Mall for our dinner :D Yayyyyy! Finally dinner~ Dinner is ban mian. Share share :D Eat until 10 plusssss. Home sweet home @ 11 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-7745838621129739964?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7745838621129739964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=7745838621129739964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7745838621129739964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7745838621129739964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-more-step-thats-all-that-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-273511010702133585</id><published>2011-01-29T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:28:34.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too desperate or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kite flying was awesome, got cut on my  leg. School was better, I guess? Ok la. Except that I burp in front of JunWu and accidentally hit Gerald xxx. Both of them don't wanna forget about it!!! &gt;:( . And Jun Wu started calling me gay :'( Can cry la. I hope I didn't burp in front of him!!! Jennifer's so busy for me now. Sad. Reached home late almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Today, my phone was confiscate. _|_ after school went meet jiejie for lunch @ Orchard and Went shopping :D Tired maxxxxxxx. Tomorrow still going out. Hehe I bet Im gonna have fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Flirt. I thought you wouldn't go and contact that depression bitch. LOL. IM SO WRONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-273511010702133585?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/273511010702133585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=273511010702133585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/273511010702133585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/273511010702133585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/01/too-desperate-or-what.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-3773087206964390178</id><published>2011-01-23T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T01:12:58.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In love with the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She yells because she cares;  she cries because she’s frustrated. She randomly smiles because she’s  thinking of you, even if you’re already there. She scrunches her face  because she’s about to explode, not because she’s constipated. She hits  you because she wants to touch you. She stares at you because she’s  infatuated. She calls every half hour because she misses you. She  lectures you because she’s boss, not mom. She kisses you because she  just wants to. She asks you questions because she’s curious, not to be  annoying. She wants to know where you are to be with you. She calls just  to hear your voice. She walks beside you to hold your hand. She sits  close to you to lean on your shoulder. She stands in front of you  because she wants a hug. Just face it boy; she’s in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/3 FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-3773087206964390178?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3773087206964390178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=3773087206964390178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3773087206964390178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3773087206964390178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-love-with-wrong-person.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-8346941930737113163</id><published>2011-01-23T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:58:15.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pain woke me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate how I feel now. I need to act so that everybody will think that I'm ok. This is so tiring. Why should I even be like this. I can't stop thinking about what happen. Even though it's been a few months, but I still feel so scared. I feel a little relieve knowing that I'll not be in the same class as you, but every time I see you. I FUCKING THINK OF WHAT YOU DID TO ME. You fucking ruin my life. I fucking hate you. I hope I can go back to the past, not letting you sit with me. Nobody understand cause it never happen to them before. I feel so scared. I feel so dirty. My life's ruin. I don't even dare to tell anybody about it. I'm afraid of how people will think of me. I don't need anybody to pity me. Even if I speak up, who will know how I fucking feel now? Everybody's just gonna say cheer up, dont sad la. forget it. tell your mom. Does it even help? I don't even have the courage to tell Zh till now. Till he said those again. I seriously feel like shit. Just let me die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bet you treat every girl the same, I bet you tell each girl every sweet thing you said to me. I feel so lost. I hope I can keep a distance from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-8346941930737113163?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8346941930737113163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=8346941930737113163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8346941930737113163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8346941930737113163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/01/pain-woke-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-5954080521685462897</id><published>2011-01-14T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:08:51.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what you're thinking about. You don't even tell me everything. The distance between us is getting bigger. I bet nobody like this feeling. You don't like it too right, when I don't tell you anything? After so much that had happen, I'm just afraid to trust again. Cause every time I'll be the one being lied to. No matter what, it's always me, getting hurt again and again. Can't blame me right. Hate me for not trusting me, It's okay. I'm so tired of trying. I'm so tired of trying to smile. I'm always doing things you won't do. I thought that would make you feel happier or whatever. But I realized that didn't make me any happier cause I wasn't treated the way I wanted to. It's not good to take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the person I'm close to, the person who is like my brother, the person who will cheer me up said.. not to contact anymore. Until I make up my mind. But what can I do? It's not only up to me. I don't know what to do. Stuck in between. Who can I go to when I cry? Who to talk to in the middle of the night? Who to give me suggestions and clear my thoughts?  Because I'm so used to you being there for me no matter what. Look what's happening now. Within a few month, people change drastically. Have to get by, living like this. No matter what, I'm not gonna cry anymore. Leave, leave leave. One by one, happy leaving. I'm not gonna care anymore. Seriously, this feeling sucks. You don't know how it feels like cause you're not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was shocked because of what she said yesterday night. Didn't thought she would be like this. Because of you she's in trouble. Because of what you said made her change her mind. Because of your selfish attitude. Look what you've done now, it's been a thousand year since I heard her cry so badly. She's always so brave yet she cried on the phone just now. Can't blame anybody. I hope everything will be all right for youuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, was ok.. Got used to it. Gonna start studying, doing homework, don't sleep in class and stop disturbing my partner. Feel so so tired these few days, like lack of sleep. Then in the morning need to rush. Fuck. Singaporean children life. So sian de. Plus CCA is compulsory for after school. I'm so jealous of Jasper. He's Cca is counted as one school say. Wtf. Plus he can see angmoh around. :( BUT. Yay it's FRIDAY. So happy, time flies so fast. I'm gonna be busy. Which is goooooooooood. Weeeheee. I miss everybody who treat me good. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-5954080521685462897?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5954080521685462897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=5954080521685462897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5954080521685462897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5954080521685462897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-know-what-youre-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-6053954016881386095</id><published>2011-01-08T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:55:55.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I knew you were a flirt, yet I still fell for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday, and I spend it at home ROTTING. Got nothing to do. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to do my home work butttttttttt. I nearly fell asleep, and Chinese's so fucked up. I can't even do finish the workbook myself :'( Felt so useless + sian then decide not to do any homework already. I'm so useless. I HOPE EVERYTHING IS ENGLISH NOW!!! Argh. My stomach was aching for no reason. Doctor say not good :(&lt;br /&gt;And. I guess somebody is like. Er. TREATING ME LIKE A SPARE. He's a hongster. I shouldn't be so close to him anymore. Back to square 1. Alone in class. Hahaha. Turn left, turn right everybody doing their own things. Left you alone do nothing. Sian. I hate school so much that I hate chinese too! &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-6053954016881386095?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6053954016881386095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=6053954016881386095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6053954016881386095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6053954016881386095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-knew-you-were-flirt-yet-i-still-fell.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-6022749571930119631</id><published>2011-01-07T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T16:33:43.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why things turned out this way.&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself did I make the right choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During school, did a lot of things :D Didn't think soo much. Cause was damn busy studying, chiong my homework in school. Cause I won't do at home. LOL. Plus feel extremely tired. Yesterday I did my Chinese newspaper myself. HAHAHA. I did it for the very very very first time. Ok la. Not all I do one la. Chinese leh. I dont know one. LOL. Mummy and brother helped me :D Wheeeeee. xD&lt;br /&gt;Today I talk a lot. Counted as a lot compared to the last few days lor. I think. I am annoying. Because I keep talk to the boy beside me. Then he like don't like. LOL. Sian also nobody to talk to one. Maths I sit with Qingyu. Hahah. Then half way sleep :D After school, went Compass with Jennifer. She bully only &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-6022749571930119631?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6022749571930119631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=6022749571930119631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6022749571930119631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6022749571930119631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-i-wonder-why-things-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-7740824685886810380</id><published>2011-01-04T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:13:52.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks. Seriously. It's the first day only. I wonder how will the rest of my school life be like. I wanna pon school alrdy. I wanna die as soon as possible. I don't wanna stay in that fucking school. ZZZ. But luckily was txting Zh and Alwin all the way. They understand how I feel leh. :'( Sad max.&lt;br /&gt;I think anytime can break down and jump down building already. I used to love school but now I hate it so much -.- Cb. Only hope that I can go Canada.&lt;br /&gt;worse. 7th need take report. SIAN. Better die sua.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck school. Fuck life. Fuck everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-7740824685886810380?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7740824685886810380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=7740824685886810380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7740824685886810380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7740824685886810380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-i-let-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-4953370900694507328</id><published>2011-01-01T03:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:13:23.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR86D6kowEI/AAAAAAAABpg/-IXLd-3bcn0/s1600/photo51-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR86D6kowEI/AAAAAAAABpg/-IXLd-3bcn0/s320/photo51-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557224304135422018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything will be different. A &lt;span&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends changed me this year. They taught me to be stronger. Jennifer, Rachel, PeiXuan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=273816&amp;amp;id=688393966"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Nothing's right without you guys in my life. I remembered there was  once, when I nearly gave up on studies because I couldn't concentrate in  class cause I was too sad to. The hopeless times of me. And I got  lowest in class during Science test, Keep disturbing you guys during  lesson. Yet you didn't give up. You told me I've change after breakup.  yes, I did. I nearly didn't survive through. But, You made me study,  always reminding me to. I miss you all! ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, Edmund, QingYu.  You're like somebody who actually would kinda like cheer me up when I  broke up with S. Really really appreciate it. ♥&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's a lot more other people who care for me.&lt;br /&gt;I know nobody read my blog but at least i feel better after saying all this. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;S, We also haven't mentioned the story's reasoning. :')&lt;br /&gt;Well. It's a start of something new. :) Appreciate life and everything around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  celebrate my new year with my two beloved instead of my parents. Haha.  But at least I told mummy I love her. Hehe. So, went to meet BF at  bugis. Wanted to surprise him with a wallet. But fail. Always fail one.  :( Saw his brother. Like so fierce. then cabbed to Hougang cause his sis  birthday while I go find Zihui. $20 LEH. SO EXPENSIVE. I think the uncle  scam us. Haha. Went to look for Zihui. Her mother like cute only. LOL.  8.30 went to Vivo. Had Subbway! Yay. Nicey nicey. :D We eat until they  going close. Haha. Walked to sky park. Met BF there. Wheeee. Went  7eleven to buy food. So expensive!!!!!! Settle down. He keep smsing,  don't want show me is who also. Sua lor. Damn sad la. Then took pic with  Zihui. HAHA. Awhile later, was alrdy 12. Eee. Like no atmosphere one  lor. Nobody 5,4,3,2,1. LIKE SIAN ONLY. until saw fireworks. Yay. SO  nice. :D HAHAHA. Got two firework. Woohoo. Hugged baby then hugged  Zihui. Then camwhore all the way until we went home. Thankyou bf. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR8_sIHlrYI/AAAAAAAABro/zapiNqUnuHk/s1600/photo50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR8_sIHlrYI/AAAAAAAABro/zapiNqUnuHk/s320/photo50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557230492524588418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; THIS PIC MOST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR8_r-4bZHI/AAAAAAAABrg/jSEKBLLJpCM/s1600/IMG_5212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR8_r-4bZHI/AAAAAAAABrg/jSEKBLLJpCM/s320/IMG_5212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557230490045080690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR8-2EteNsI/AAAAAAAABrY/aOFHM2-7ME0/s1600/IMG_5249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR8-2EteNsI/AAAAAAAABrY/aOFHM2-7ME0/s320/IMG_5249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557229563896805058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR8-1tqNe6I/AAAAAAAABrQ/7v0itij6gOg/s1600/IMG_5252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR8-1tqNe6I/AAAAAAAABrQ/7v0itij6gOg/s320/IMG_5252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557229557709110178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walao. Bf keep disiao. &gt;:( KEEP MAKE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR8-1dscfdI/AAAAAAAABrI/aWo4RAR9f_I/s1600/IMG_5260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR8-1dscfdI/AAAAAAAABrI/aWo4RAR9f_I/s320/IMG_5260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557229553423515090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR8-1JZzjVI/AAAAAAAABrA/HZz8N4u3olU/s1600/IMG_5263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR8-1JZzjVI/AAAAAAAABrA/HZz8N4u3olU/s320/IMG_5263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557229547976625490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR8-0qWjNpI/AAAAAAAABq4/NqVUXTl-26Q/s1600/IMG_5267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR8-0qWjNpI/AAAAAAAABq4/NqVUXTl-26Q/s320/IMG_5267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557229539641472658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR88htTHGKI/AAAAAAAABqw/-bo4rE6qYZs/s1600/IMG_5281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR88htTHGKI/AAAAAAAABqw/-bo4rE6qYZs/s320/IMG_5281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557227014991583394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR88gx7tz_I/AAAAAAAABqg/FM65C-hheq0/s1600/IMG_5297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR88gx7tz_I/AAAAAAAABqg/FM65C-hheq0/s320/IMG_5297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557226999055765490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR88glpMykI/AAAAAAAABqY/o6-0g8Xyw4E/s1600/IMG_5306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR88glpMykI/AAAAAAAABqY/o6-0g8Xyw4E/s320/IMG_5306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557226995756878402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR88gTiFB5I/AAAAAAAABqQ/taRzFeVpDhE/s1600/IMG_5323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR88gTiFB5I/AAAAAAAABqQ/taRzFeVpDhE/s320/IMG_5323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557226990895171474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR87VdyartI/AAAAAAAABqI/xx6QQElMSZs/s1600/IMG_5334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR87VdyartI/AAAAAAAABqI/xx6QQElMSZs/s320/IMG_5334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557225705157865170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR87VPnl5JI/AAAAAAAABqA/OyKYTjmaXFQ/s1600/IMG_5340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR87VPnl5JI/AAAAAAAABqA/OyKYTjmaXFQ/s320/IMG_5340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557225701354366098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE MOST WHAT PIC LOR. THANKS TO MY BF. N1. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Keep take my unglam shots one leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR87UwiOD0I/AAAAAAAABp4/ybfq9TEJDEs/s1600/IMG_5348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR87UwiOD0I/AAAAAAAABp4/ybfq9TEJDEs/s320/IMG_5348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557225693010333506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR87UuDgh0I/AAAAAAAABpw/elMKZv240KE/s1600/IMG_5356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR87UuDgh0I/AAAAAAAABpw/elMKZv240KE/s320/IMG_5356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557225692344649538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR86Dl3-aOI/AAAAAAAABpY/eDfoNImfMbs/s1600/photo52-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR86Dl3-aOI/AAAAAAAABpY/eDfoNImfMbs/s320/photo52-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557224298579388642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-4953370900694507328?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4953370900694507328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=4953370900694507328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4953370900694507328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4953370900694507328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/01/everything-will-be-different.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR86D6kowEI/AAAAAAAABpg/-IXLd-3bcn0/s72-c/photo51-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-1743084103291741778</id><published>2011-01-01T03:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T03:54:32.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tired of trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 Dec, Hospital for check up..... Feel damn sad. But my beloved Zihui cheered me up. :') Always. After checkup, went home. Brother asthma start again. All my fault. T.T Sorry. Sorry for asking you to help me to look after Shermaine. Sorry for not asking how are you. And mummy. I'm so happy that you're alright :) All these times, nobody knew what happen. Cuz nobody understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after haircut, immediately called for pizza delivery. Went to buy drinks then went to Zihui's house. Of course, Can't finish the pizzas. We suddenly like small kids like that. Drew each other. OBVIOUSLY IS DAMN UGLY LA. Then did childish thing. THEN HER BROTHER WALK IN. WE LOL. Sibei paiseh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Argh. Went for tuition, Was fucking tired. Bf came. I'm tired of trying to smile. I'm tired of trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR4wZsQUmuI/AAAAAAAABoQ/O3QDUVwmC74/s1600/IMG_5096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR4wZsQUmuI/AAAAAAAABoQ/O3QDUVwmC74/s320/IMG_5096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556932208156252898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR4wZymBVjI/AAAAAAAABoY/qhAWUIjPXqA/s1600/IMG_5109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR4wZymBVjI/AAAAAAAABoY/qhAWUIjPXqA/s320/IMG_5109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556932209857877554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR4wabZ4N1I/AAAAAAAABog/krbbPJq_olY/s1600/IMG_5125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR40FaBKK8I/AAAAAAAABpQ/J-NAvqg-Uso/s320/IMG_5209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556936257709943746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-1743084103291741778?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1743084103291741778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=1743084103291741778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1743084103291741778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1743084103291741778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2011/01/tired-of-trying-31-dec-hospital-for.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TR4wZsQUmuI/AAAAAAAABoQ/O3QDUVwmC74/s72-c/IMG_5096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-8126930835806172278</id><published>2010-12-30T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:41:40.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TRtkmjaUjII/AAAAAAAABoI/2tEHOSZ34Z0/s1600/Never%2Bmake%2Bsomeone%2Byour%2Btop%2Bpriority.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TRtkmjaUjII/AAAAAAAABoI/2tEHOSZ34Z0/s320/Never%2Bmake%2Bsomeone%2Byour%2Btop%2Bpriority.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556145178795084930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gonna sleep early already. I shall not wait anymore. Lol. Sound so silly lah.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a beezee day for me. Which is very good :D&lt;br /&gt;So I won't think about stupid stuffs and won't be waiting anymore. Yay. Like finally. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Kk. Gonna wake up at 7am leh!! Hahah. Then after hospital gonna go find friend.&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Hope really will be busy. Hahaaaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-8126930835806172278?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8126930835806172278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=8126930835806172278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8126930835806172278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8126930835806172278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/12/never.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TRtkmjaUjII/AAAAAAAABoI/2tEHOSZ34Z0/s72-c/Never%2Bmake%2Bsomeone%2Byour%2Btop%2Bpriority.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-5225011834489442592</id><published>2010-12-27T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T01:22:13.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When it's gone, it's gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sooo sad. I fail to be a good girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I made you sad.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I treat you cold.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry because of her again.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I threw my temper at you.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I compared us to others.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I fail.&lt;br /&gt;All these time I was complaining that you didn't care. Yet I was the one who didn't really care :'(&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking useless. I even compare us with other couples. I really really hate comparing and being compared but I don't know why. I just want to have many memories with you. I just want every single thing to remind me of you. And the time we had. I guess it's all useless to ask you or what. Cause you are like drunk. I am soooo worried when baby told me he went to drink. Like what the fuck. I don't know what to do now. everything is so crazy :'( im going mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-5225011834489442592?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5225011834489442592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=5225011834489442592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5225011834489442592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5225011834489442592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-its-gone-its-gone-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-8228483796277793395</id><published>2010-12-27T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T01:32:17.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TRd8D37CrKI/AAAAAAAABoA/6KN6AQRgK8A/s1600/never%2Bsupposed%2Bto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:200%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:200%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:200%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spent my Christmas eve with BF!!! Hehe. Met around 7.. Waited for him.. Watched Tron 3D + Couple Seats and AMK pop corn. Hahaha. Awesome. After movie alrdy 9plus. Sian. Suddenly wanna eat wanton mee. Hahaha. We walked around amk for my wanton mee :P Solli baby, walk so far just because of my wanton mee. I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND. Hehe. Thennnn. Had h2h talk. Wahahah. I'm the first to wish him Merry Christmas. So good right! No train, only have to cab home and I don't like it when I have to cab alone :'( But. His friend..................... Hais. Aiya, felt so sad lor. Feel like crying :( LOL. Reached home around 1.30. SIAN NO PRESENT ONE. I only received 1 present leh. Like so pathetic, last time got tons of presents. And I suddenly miss Jasper and Christie.&lt;br /&gt;Baby buy me present leh! XD And I love you :D hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family so cute. Steamboat and muffins for Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-8564029271441096980?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8564029271441096980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=8564029271441096980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8564029271441096980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8564029271441096980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/12/m-e-r-r-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-3073751776957568847</id><published>2010-12-22T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:42:33.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am happy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my toe. Like so pain only. I don't even dare to let my toe touch the floor. &gt;:( Stupid lor! The meat is sticky sticky de. Yucks. I hopped to Grandmother house sia. LOL. Damn funny. I walk like bai ka like that :( Sad sia. I can't even run down the stairs. EVERYTHING MUST SLOW MOTION ONE. I wanna chop off my toe. HAHAHAHAH. Today kinda like quarrel. with bf. :'( Haisssss. Cause I a bit a bit jiu angry, he dun like. Aiya, also not purposely one.. Sorry. I'll change de. But I thought if you can't handle me at my worse, you don't deserve my best. Haha. But now I'm okay with him already.&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home like finally. Hoho. Afternoon wanted to help my mom but I was like distracted and wasn't concentrating so screw everything. Yay. Few more days to Christmassss. Wooohooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-3073751776957568847?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3073751776957568847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=3073751776957568847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3073751776957568847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3073751776957568847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-happy-stupid-lor-meat-is-sticky.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-6797768557248836758</id><published>2010-12-21T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T02:17:48.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No matter how much I liked you, maybe this is all I could put up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown East with my girlfriends.decided to cycle. So went to rent our bikes. Cycle to Pasir Ris park's playground. Stupid Rachel. &gt;:( Push until I can fly off from the thingy. LOL. Cycle and I fell. No, its like. MY TOE WAS DRAGGING ON THE FLOOR AND STARTED BLEEDING PROFUSELY. Was extremely painful... Then darling came to my rescue!!! &lt;3&gt;:( Argh!! Disturb me only. Went Nex meet Stancio. YAY. :) Well, was happy that he didn't leave me alone and went with his friends. Hahaha. Went 7eleven for my plaster. Thankyou hor. So cute. LOL. Then walked to some void deck. Sat and chat. Feel so weird when you ask my why he didn't go out with me. Played Stancio's iphone. Walk back to Nex, nearly fell but lucky I pulled his shirt. LOLLOL. Today like fall down a lot times :( About time, I went for tuition. Alwin called to disiao again. Say he at farrer park wait for me. Otw home, gastric pain. Pain until can cry. Well, he really went Fp. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a very happy happy happy day :D I hope every outing would be like today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask him for dinner but his brothers more important than sua lor. Cause I too slow already Can't be blamed. HAHA. Today will be the last day I ask him out, for dinner or whatever. I don't wanna waste my time talking to you. LOL. When your brothers and your lj dota is more important. See, who is the one not caring? Ya la. All my fault. Haha. Since you don't cherish me I fuck care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-6797768557248836758?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6797768557248836758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=6797768557248836758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6797768557248836758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6797768557248836758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-matter-how-much-i-liked-you-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-7937239844102725955</id><published>2010-12-20T01:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T03:03:08.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5UPquFa3I/AAAAAAAABn0/bIckdZlp1cU/s1600/IMG_4982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5UPquFa3I/AAAAAAAABn0/bIckdZlp1cU/s320/IMG_4982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552468018736753522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JINGLE BELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEE. Yesterday was Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Today was superb.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to Zihui house. I LOVE IT WHEN SHE SAY SHE LOVE MY COOKIES. HAHAHA. Had fun. She makeup for me. I draw her face. PIGGG. Then somebody come fetch me home. Wheeee. So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5SnjKvnPI/AAAAAAAABnE/FTqfjZDOxAI/s1600/IMG_4823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5SnjKvnPI/AAAAAAAABnE/FTqfjZDOxAI/s320/IMG_4823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552466230003080434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5Sn6GJbdI/AAAAAAAABnM/KeNUh9VWrjE/s1600/IMG_4831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5Sn6GJbdI/AAAAAAAABnM/KeNUh9VWrjE/s320/IMG_4831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552466236157816274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5SoCLBZeI/AAAAAAAABnU/YzdpW88OK4I/s1600/IMG_4833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5SoCLBZeI/AAAAAAAABnU/YzdpW88OK4I/s320/IMG_4833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552466238325745122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like China? Cause I don't like china. OMG. im not insulting. LOL. BUT I DUN LIKE CHINA FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5SnfYU1eI/AAAAAAAABm8/q1EZKH4BPoI/s1600/IMG_4806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5SnfYU1eI/AAAAAAAABm8/q1EZKH4BPoI/s320/IMG_4806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552466228986303970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my baby. And I love her so much. SO PRETTY RIGHT. Like a retard that's gonna eat you up. Oh! We planned our future already. 10 YEARS LATER. WE SHALL STAY @ NEWYORK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5SnAENFCI/AAAAAAAABm0/KqhZxYiZ8p4/s1600/IMG_4798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5SnAENFCI/AAAAAAAABm0/KqhZxYiZ8p4/s320/IMG_4798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552466220580410402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5PB9HKasI/AAAAAAAABms/_Lqh9hlzT_k/s1600/IMG_4796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5PB9HKasI/AAAAAAAABms/_Lqh9hlzT_k/s320/IMG_4796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552462285597469378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5PBpL3Q1I/AAAAAAAABmk/s9DI3Xt0di4/s1600/IMG_4793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5PBpL3Q1I/AAAAAAAABmk/s9DI3Xt0di4/s320/IMG_4793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552462280248476498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5PAxB0DOI/AAAAAAAABmU/FPLQEDWkfkQ/s1600/IMG_4756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5PAxB0DOI/AAAAAAAABmU/FPLQEDWkfkQ/s320/IMG_4756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552462265173937378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5PAtuNPQI/AAAAAAAABmM/deZdgh11t3Y/s1600/IMG_4747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5PAtuNPQI/AAAAAAAABmM/deZdgh11t3Y/s320/IMG_4747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552462264286395650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look like Huiling? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5UOstSelI/AAAAAAAABnc/dZNEbIKnISw/s1600/IMG_4983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5UOstSelI/AAAAAAAABnc/dZNEbIKnISw/s320/IMG_4983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552468002090416722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5UPK7QRmI/AAAAAAAABns/jlGXCqS-QwE/s1600/IMG_4957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5UPK7QRmI/AAAAAAAABns/jlGXCqS-QwE/s320/IMG_4957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552468010202056290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went Swimming, Yay. Happy that stamina didn't drop. Woohoo. Then karaoke. Was kinda bored cause I don't sing. I keep eat only. LOL. Went out call Bby. But talk a while only. Then was told that mummy went to vomit. SHE IS LIKE. CRAZY!!! 10 plus went home. Call Stancio talk about tomorrow thing. Then he told me ONE BIG SECRET. LOLLOL. Talk quite long. Then Blackshot with him. WAH SEH I WON. LOL. I think is he let me win one. But aiya, never mind. I STILL WON. Brandon called. Blackshot together. Wheee. Stancio let me kill him. :D Talk like got one hour plusssss. Now thinking about tomorrow :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CAN'T WAIT FOR CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-7937239844102725955?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7937239844102725955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=7937239844102725955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7937239844102725955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7937239844102725955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/12/jingle-bell-weeee.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQ5UPquFa3I/AAAAAAAABn0/bIckdZlp1cU/s72-c/IMG_4982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-2239678309252546488</id><published>2010-12-17T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:51:25.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smiling but we're close to tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Happy for K and Weiqi for having good grades :)&lt;br /&gt;Weiqi got 3A leh. So smart right :D&lt;br /&gt;Happy for them but kinda sad right now. Blogged cause ZH's currently away. Was on the phone with K just now, and.. My mood went down. I know you care but you don't know what happened today. Though I was happy that you called :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I should try to learn to cheer myself up. ZH SUCK AT THAT!!! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I did something. Wanted to give someone. But. In the end, I didn't. That made me extremely sad, like veryvery sad. Cause that person was busy. for me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, I did it for you. Like so stupid. I realized I gave up a lot for you. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Saturday, I thought I could ask you out. But I didn't dare to. Till I chat with you on the phone. Toooooo late....... Iknow. 2 more week till school reopen. Sad. Means I can't really go out. How? You won't care either. Hahaha. I wanna go to see pig. But.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. So many plans. Karaok, BBQ, Movies, WWW, Christmassssssss.&lt;br /&gt;YAY I LIKE CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GIVEME PRESENT PLEAASE. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-2239678309252546488?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2239678309252546488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=2239678309252546488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2239678309252546488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2239678309252546488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/12/smiling-but-were-close-to-tears-well.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-8308535499508688752</id><published>2010-12-17T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T03:01:40.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.34AM, Dizzy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days. Wasn't that good. Felt, sad and angry. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate her. I hate her posting on your wall.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Deleting you might be better. Won't see anything that make me sad or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. You're not in my friend list anymore and you can't see what I post anymore.&lt;br /&gt;This a good or a bad thing? I seriously hate what I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't care. It's just that you don't even want me to care.&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever be the same?&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. I asked El what's my bad habit,&lt;br /&gt;angry too easily&lt;br /&gt;dont like to reason out things&lt;br /&gt;like to ignore&lt;br /&gt;stubborn&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:( ARGH! But that's me what. Bad habit I know. Thanks to you elton. You pamper me too much :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:52 PM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(242, 111, 186);"&gt;Then why you still want to be with me last time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(10:52 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Elton 김태연~:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;cause i really love u alot that time&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind losing all those to be with you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet right. He's like the best boyf ever. Like seriously. What I want, he'll give. What I don't like, he'll change. Even if I'm wrong, he'll apologize. Thank you so much! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I need to changeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Change my bad attitude. But would you care?&lt;br /&gt;Haha I bet nobody want me to be their girlfriend already ah! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm on tumblr :)  So cool. Can follow angmoh one! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Alwin, Get well soon! :D and Weiqi. Hope you'll get good results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-8308535499508688752?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8308535499508688752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=8308535499508688752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8308535499508688752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8308535499508688752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/12/2.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-8775717843075772857</id><published>2010-12-15T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:25:40.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bitches are bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seee, I come across this guy's tumblr. He's so hot and cute and omg.&lt;br /&gt;He's from Spain. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bamisondrugs.tumblr.com/photo/1280/1986728726/1/tumblr_lcpejkm08r1qeckar"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcpejkm08r1qeckaro1_400.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kinda bad to take his pic. But so what.&lt;br /&gt;See his eyes and hair. IM MELTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;There's thousand of reasons why angmoh country is better than Singapore. I don't understand why I'm staying here. If I go there, I'm gonna find one angmoh boyfriend and make Zihui jealous. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQenNrA6NFI/AAAAAAAABmE/wTuZ_p_4EBk/s1600/IMG_4704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQenNrA6NFI/AAAAAAAABmE/wTuZ_p_4EBk/s320/IMG_4704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550588919084102738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I just deleted my friend from facebook because I hate what I see on his wall. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-8775717843075772857?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8775717843075772857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=8775717843075772857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8775717843075772857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8775717843075772857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/12/bitches-are-bitches.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TQenNrA6NFI/AAAAAAAABmE/wTuZ_p_4EBk/s72-c/IMG_4704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-1961441763298635418</id><published>2010-12-08T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:20:54.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It turns out that love will gradually increase its weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this on faceboook. Bored, so im gonna do this quizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 Little Secrets. Be honest no matter .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;01. Who was your last text from? Boyfriend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;02. Where was your default picture taken? Phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;03. Your relationship status? Attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;04. Have you ever lost a close friend? Yep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;05. What is your current mood? Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;06. How many siblings do you have? 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;07. Whats your brother(s)/sister(s) names? Rachel, Alfie, Melvin, Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;08. Where do you wish you were right now? A place filled with angmohs. Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;09. Have a crazy side? Obviously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Ever had a near death experience? Nope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Something you do a lot? Talk cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Angry at anyone? Nooo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. What's stopping you from going for the person you like? Nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. When was the last time you cried? Long time ago :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Is there anyone you would do anything for? Nah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. What do you think about as you are falling asleep? About whatever that's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. What is your favorite song? Idk leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. What are you doing right now? This.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. Who do you trust right now? Zihui.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? Stancio's mum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. Have you kissed someone in the past week? Yah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. Who is your friend that lives closest to you? Maverick?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. Describe your life in one word? Awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. Who are you thinking of right now? Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. What should you be doing right now? This?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. What are you listening to? You belong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. Who was the last person who gave you a hug? Boyfriend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. Who was the last person who yelled at you? Nobody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Do you act differently around the person you like? Not really. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. What is your natural hair color? Black.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. Who was the last person to make you laugh? Boyfriend. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. Who was the last person to make you sad? Boyfriend? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34. What do you hear? Sound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35. Is your hair curly or straight ? STRAIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;36. Has anyone ever called you "scrumptious" before? No?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;37. Do you have a best friend? Yeppppp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38. Held hands with the opposite sex in the past 3 days? Today Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;39. Do you use smiley faces on the computer? :) Yuppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle? Yes. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;41. Are you happy with life right now? Yepyep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42. Are you currently jealous? Nopeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43. What jewelry are you currently wearing? Favorite Necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;44. What were you doing on friday night? Depends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45. Have you ever had your heart broken? Yes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;46. Have you ever broken someone's heart?  Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;47. Is there anybody you're really disappointed in right now? Nope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;48. What was the last reason you went to the doctor for? Flu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;49. How late did you stay up last night and why? 3am. Internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50. Have you ever dated someone longer than a year? Yeh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About today... Hmm. Went to hospital to look for my boyfriend :D He had his lunch then went to his grandfather's ward. So paiseh when he woke up. Haha. So shyyyyyy. LOL. Hope that he'll get well soon! I wanna play chopstick with youuuuuu! :) Left when his grandmother came. I was hungry so bby pei wo buy food :D He must be tired. And he's coughing :( Parted ways cause I gtg home :( SAD. Get well soon Oink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-1961441763298635418?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1961441763298635418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=1961441763298635418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1961441763298635418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1961441763298635418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/12/saw-this-on-faceboook.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-3466564803367176445</id><published>2010-12-06T22:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T03:22:45.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP019VGZYDI/AAAAAAAABlU/VOToas03_hc/s1600/Picture%2B051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP019VGZYDI/AAAAAAAABlU/VOToas03_hc/s320/Picture%2B051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547649643742584882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee. Yesterday is a day for eating (Y) Meet Zihui at MRT. Went to Mall for food. Wahahaha. Colin and David haven't reach. So we walk around first. Went to some Italian restaurant. Oh so awesome!!! And cheap!!!!! Colin came. Sibei GL. Keep say me slut. LOL. Then I don't know why but I think I'm suppose to hit him but push until his cup drop on the floor. Paiseh lor. Floor wet then keep laugh veryvery loud. I love to talk cock with them. Hehe. After we finish eating, David still haven't reach. He called and said he just woke up. Argh! But he managed to chiong down from AMK within an hour. :) Went Mac for ice cream. Yay. Sit there talk, then feel like eating again. LOL. So bought Apple pie, Zihui bought fries and redeem 2 cheese burgers. Took pic. Si colin, don't want take group photo. Lol. Instead, he wanted a group hug. Hahah. Colin gtg at 3 to meet his friends. Sian max. Went to Zihui house cause nobody was at home. His father. Scam her. &gt;:( Watched movie and lie on bed. Shuang! Like in cinema like that. LOL. Watch until sleep. Hahaha. I think only David watching. Toook picssss. Had KFC for dinner. Watch the don't know what show. A bit sick one. LOL. Left at 7 plusss, David went with me. Stupid lor, if he didn't move house then can go home together already. Hais! I feel like going to the Italian restaurant again :D Gonna cut fringe soon. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0IMWfcsbI/AAAAAAAABi0/Y4ikcpuARck/s1600/IMG_4625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0IMWfcsbI/AAAAAAAABi0/Y4ikcpuARck/s320/IMG_4625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547599324279255474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0IMm_81jI/AAAAAAAABi8/SvjGmkCPTuI/s1600/IMG_4627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0IMm_81jI/AAAAAAAABi8/SvjGmkCPTuI/s320/IMG_4627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547599328710546994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0INGCW6hI/AAAAAAAABjE/VBoQJcL1TRE/s1600/IMG_4629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0INGCW6hI/AAAAAAAABjE/VBoQJcL1TRE/s320/IMG_4629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547599337042143762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0IOrSYDzI/AAAAAAAABjM/MLlGUESZaHw/s1600/IMG_4630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0IOrSYDzI/AAAAAAAABjM/MLlGUESZaHw/s320/IMG_4630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547599364221308722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0JcWnJ5OI/AAAAAAAABjk/K6ue2AVEpX4/s1600/IMG_4645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0JcWnJ5OI/AAAAAAAABjk/K6ue2AVEpX4/s320/IMG_4645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547600698701112546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0JdaGy7BI/AAAAAAAABj8/9nKu1KTonH8/s1600/IMG_4672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0JdaGy7BI/AAAAAAAABj8/9nKu1KTonH8/s320/IMG_4672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547600716819000338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0uS6VX2lI/AAAAAAAABkE/43iKa-RT7JY/s1600/Picture%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0uS6VX2lI/AAAAAAAABkE/43iKa-RT7JY/s320/Picture%2B006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547641218421742162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0uTo-OZ3I/AAAAAAAABkc/szYRZFYA6ic/s1600/Picture%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0uTo-OZ3I/AAAAAAAABkc/szYRZFYA6ic/s320/Picture%2B030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547641230941120370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0uUE2p48I/AAAAAAAABkk/iiV0rchL8y8/s1600/Picture%2B036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP0uUE2p48I/AAAAAAAABkk/iiV0rchL8y8/s320/Picture%2B036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547641238425560002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP01JsvYF0I/AAAAAAAABk0/zewoHm_fXd0/s1600/Picture%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP01JsvYF0I/AAAAAAAABk0/zewoHm_fXd0/s320/Picture%2B042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547648756735285058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with Dayweed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP01JyfQo3I/AAAAAAAABk8/fmYnPW50Czg/s1600/Picture%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP01JyfQo3I/AAAAAAAABk8/fmYnPW50Czg/s320/Picture%2B044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547648758278300530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP01KP4ImII/AAAAAAAABlE/_Wc33_iAB1I/s1600/Picture%2B046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP01KP4ImII/AAAAAAAABlE/_Wc33_iAB1I/s320/Picture%2B046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547648766167259266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP01KVu1feI/AAAAAAAABlM/IUEd6wuzR9s/s1600/Picture%2B054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP01KVu1feI/AAAAAAAABlM/IUEd6wuzR9s/s320/Picture%2B054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547648767738871266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My Cat. I pray hard that you'll Get Well Soooooooooon.&lt;/span&gt; :D Gooooodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-3466564803367176445?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3466564803367176445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=3466564803367176445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3466564803367176445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3466564803367176445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/12/watched-movie-and-lie-on-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TP019VGZYDI/AAAAAAAABlU/VOToas03_hc/s72-c/Picture%2B051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-1833819138960496762</id><published>2010-11-29T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T00:44:32.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The things that are better left unspoken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it feels so weird.&lt;br /&gt;This time, I feel that I'm gonna give up.&lt;br /&gt;I told you how I feel. You don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;It's always like this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick and tired, of waiting, of trying.&lt;br /&gt;Since you don't care, I'm not gonna care too.&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly be the only one caring.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even cherish.&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I thought you're gonna be different. Haha. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You're just same from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla gonna be strong :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-1833819138960496762?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1833819138960496762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=1833819138960496762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1833819138960496762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1833819138960496762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-that-are-better-left-unspoken.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-5669857731874005801</id><published>2010-11-27T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T02:44:25.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relationships are like glass.  Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever, it's never gonna be forever. He's not gonna be your future. He's gonna leave you one day. You'll never know what might happen, maybe it's just now, that he show you how much he loves you. But after awhile, LOL. He's gonna take your love for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how. I feel so so so idk. The same thing's gonna happen again. Like how I've trusted them so much. Then in the end, I'm the one that has lost. You said something so hurtful that make me so speechless. Like you don't want to sms or smthing. Idk. I wanted to ask, but maybe you're just tired or busy. I feel so alone when you're not able to be here for me. I'm always thinking about what you're doing and stuffs, worry if you'll wake up on time. You feel the same way as me? I don't think so. Now, I don't know who I can confide to. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-5669857731874005801?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5669857731874005801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=5669857731874005801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5669857731874005801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5669857731874005801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/11/relationships-are-like-glass.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-5396459490601491381</id><published>2010-11-25T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T02:42:03.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You weren't there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to Vivo with K. Saw er zi.&lt;br /&gt;Haissssss.&lt;br /&gt;Fuckkkkkkeverythinggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-5396459490601491381?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5396459490601491381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=5396459490601491381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5396459490601491381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5396459490601491381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-werent-there-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-844006616984315000</id><published>2010-11-15T03:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T03:50:12.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TOA87LhTYSI/AAAAAAAABis/LTHm0AbCRc8/s1600/I%2Blaugh%2Bto%2Bkeep%2Bmyself%2Bfrom%2Bcrying.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TOA87LhTYSI/AAAAAAAABis/LTHm0AbCRc8/s320/I%2Blaugh%2Bto%2Bkeep%2Bmyself%2Bfrom%2Bcrying.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539494529068130594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know how you feel right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know you don't care already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-844006616984315000?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/844006616984315000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=844006616984315000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/844006616984315000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/844006616984315000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-know-how-you-feel-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TOA87LhTYSI/AAAAAAAABis/LTHm0AbCRc8/s72-c/I%2Blaugh%2Bto%2Bkeep%2Bmyself%2Bfrom%2Bcrying.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-2587814386617339332</id><published>2010-11-15T02:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T03:31:19.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TOA2d62H6NI/AAAAAAAABik/-icvCFegh0U/s1600/slit..jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TOA2d62H6NI/AAAAAAAABik/-icvCFegh0U/s320/slit..jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539487429306083538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm tired of trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today suck. Suck to the max. One hour of being late. I really don't know what to do. You didn't tell me anything. At least tell me you're in the train or whatever right. I really don't know what to do now. Everything seems so so so wrong. I thought you were busy or what. Then like my fault for walking away. Some more cry in public. ZZZ. For idk how long. But I know got people see. I feel so lost. I don't know what to do. I didn't went home, I didn't went to ZiHui's house. I thought today will be better. Cause we didn't meet for many days already. End up like shit. Nothing's gonna be right. Nothing. Everything's my fault. My fault for not waiting longer, my fault. I'm sooooo tired. Tired of trying to make things right. Like it's never gonna happen. You seem like you don't care. Not even a bit. I feel so terrible. Today really suck. Can we be alright again? I'm sorry. I don't know what to do to make things right. ILY. Oh, Anyway, I like how you dress today. Like so high class. Hm. And thankyou for the bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeee. I like seeing blood. HAHAHA. Yea, I did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-2587814386617339332?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2587814386617339332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=2587814386617339332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2587814386617339332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2587814386617339332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-tired-of-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TOA2d62H6NI/AAAAAAAABik/-icvCFegh0U/s72-c/slit..jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-2922558064516849082</id><published>2010-11-12T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:52:08.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just because I'm here for you all the time&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean you can take me for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;So strange, me and you. It's like totally different, from one month ago. Or is it that I don't know you well? I feel so sad. It's because of her that we're like that. I know I shouldn't have ask you to tell me today but, I really wanna know what happen between you and her mah. Is my fault for today. But partly yours too? I shouldn't be a kpo and ask you so much. I should have care less. I should, but I guess it's a little too late now? Today was suppose to be better than yesterday. Today is going to be over. I don't know what to do now. Feel so so so confuse. You're hot and cold. Hais. I wanna tell you how I feel right now, but like very hard to talk to you like that. Argh, what happen to us. Somehow, we're like strangers.. You seem like you don't care anymore. I know, I'm hard to be with. Hais. I'm acting like I'm okay but I'm not. This feeling sucks. Sorry for treating you like that. Sorry for ruining today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-2922558064516849082?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2922558064516849082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=2922558064516849082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2922558064516849082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2922558064516849082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-because-im-here-for-you-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-8770269019110138771</id><published>2010-11-11T23:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T03:09:05.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish you would have told me why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea party with Zihui was awesomeeee. &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNw9-bYcyYI/AAAAAAAABiE/g-goXN1WaIs/s1600/IMG_3965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNw8AF2IFWI/AAAAAAAABhU/K7LeCOzKwkg/s320/IMG_3988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538367614025733474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNw1K-lkI1I/AAAAAAAABhM/3gj9AqBKAzE/s1600/IMG_4000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNw1K-lkI1I/AAAAAAAABhM/3gj9AqBKAzE/s320/IMG_4000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538360104474387282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ AUNTIE WASHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;* RETARDED PHOTOS. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNw1KqP9SZI/AAAAAAAABhE/8c71usBzsT0/s1600/IMG_4004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNw1JabYUDI/AAAAAAAABgs/Vpx-vwgVb8U/s320/IMG_4010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538360077588123698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwyNAjLXwI/AAAAAAAABgc/bYXk8343de0/s1600/IMG_4017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwyNAjLXwI/AAAAAAAABgc/bYXk8343de0/s320/IMG_4017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538356840826101506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwyM03e6wI/AAAAAAAABgU/Ezkjc1wyP7A/s1600/IMG_4022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwyM03e6wI/AAAAAAAABgU/Ezkjc1wyP7A/s320/IMG_4022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538356837690043138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwyMpCV-hI/AAAAAAAABgM/5Bi29uw-Zww/s1600/IMG_4024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwhegt_ZpI/AAAAAAAABfk/pgo6P5fy_sc/s320/IMG_4045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538338449821492882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwheVAOAaI/AAAAAAAABfc/lr98ODCaWj4/s1600/IMG_4050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwheVAOAaI/AAAAAAAABfc/lr98ODCaWj4/s320/IMG_4050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538338446676722082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwQUXletSI/AAAAAAAABfU/tPeOI6EG51k/s1600/IMG_4072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwQUXletSI/AAAAAAAABfU/tPeOI6EG51k/s320/IMG_4072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538319583873512738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt; ZIHUI SO CUTE. LOL. SO INNOCENT. DONT LOOK LIKE HER AT ALL LOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwQUGwCdMI/AAAAAAAABfM/wzFigAH1cdk/s1600/IMG_4086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwQUGwCdMI/AAAAAAAABfM/wzFigAH1cdk/s320/IMG_4086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538319579354395842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwQToRErLI/AAAAAAAABfE/XwldmxZnnWY/s1600/IMG_4092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwQToRErLI/AAAAAAAABfE/XwldmxZnnWY/s320/IMG_4092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538319571171454130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwQTLk8Q2I/AAAAAAAABe8/fhbG0dfqGqs/s1600/IMG_4091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwQTLk8Q2I/AAAAAAAABe8/fhbG0dfqGqs/s320/IMG_4091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538319563470160738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwQSgBrqAI/AAAAAAAABe0/MAkZQ3HEfvc/s1600/IMG_4096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwQSgBrqAI/AAAAAAAABe0/MAkZQ3HEfvc/s320/IMG_4096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538319551779547138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwO__mkTQI/AAAAAAAABes/dyp3eDD3jmI/s1600/IMG_4121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwO__mkTQI/AAAAAAAABes/dyp3eDD3jmI/s320/IMG_4121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538318134326611202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwO-wkL2OI/AAAAAAAABek/kc8GbKY27hs/s1600/IMG_4123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwO-wkL2OI/AAAAAAAABek/kc8GbKY27hs/s320/IMG_4123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538318113110218978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwO-oKnGsI/AAAAAAAABec/DxKVCCQIeN0/s1600/IMG_4135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwO-oKnGsI/AAAAAAAABec/DxKVCCQIeN0/s320/IMG_4135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538318110855469762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwO-WAbVeI/AAAAAAAABeU/rIsUs3UALCc/s1600/IMG_4139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwO-WAbVeI/AAAAAAAABeU/rIsUs3UALCc/s320/IMG_4139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538318105980917218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwO-ASJyWI/AAAAAAAABeM/5i61FtIqb_Y/s1600/IMG_4144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNwO-ASJyWI/AAAAAAAABeM/5i61FtIqb_Y/s320/IMG_4144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538318100149684578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. AWESOME.&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/8792592655914426880-8770269019110138771?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8770269019110138771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=8770269019110138771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8770269019110138771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8770269019110138771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wish-you-would-have-told-me-why-tea.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNw9-bYcyYI/AAAAAAAABiE/g-goXN1WaIs/s72-c/IMG_3965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-9124274465142264506</id><published>2010-11-10T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:49:30.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is harder than I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to settle this. So hard to. Either way would be bad. How? I feel so bad. I feel so selfish. The same thing's gonna happen, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.  Is it now only that you're so good to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-9124274465142264506?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/9124274465142264506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=9124274465142264506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/9124274465142264506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/9124274465142264506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-harder-than-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-6482942479579509999</id><published>2010-11-08T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:52:58.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things change, you weren't the same as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This few days, wasn't that good. Nothing was good. I feel sooo hopeless. I wanted to tell you how I feel. I wanted to, not that I'm keeping everything to myself, but somehow I feel so difficult to tell you. I don't know why. You're so different from before. Sometimes I feel like not caring already. I don't know how you feel. I don't like it when your whoever comment on your status for me. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid. Retarded. People. Z. I cut my wrist. HAHAHA. lame. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who late reply me. And I wonder why. Those people that's not really close to me or not-as-close-as you, replies me faster than you. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-6482942479579509999?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6482942479579509999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=6482942479579509999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6482942479579509999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6482942479579509999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-change-you-werent-same-as-before.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-5359966450563824941</id><published>2010-11-06T18:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:03:53.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVQqy3Du0I/AAAAAAAABd8/Jpauqpa4HZQ/s1600/IMG_3922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVQqy3Du0I/AAAAAAAABd8/Jpauqpa4HZQ/s320/IMG_3922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536420013059324738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4NOV.&lt;br /&gt;CLASS BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Markers came to look for me, then went to Parkway. Look for Rachel and PeiXuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bought stuffs, cab to ECP. Play awhile, some guys came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Too Pictures with Darling &amp;amp; TanXingYu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNUzaNTThcI/AAAAAAAABac/KQHloCL_siU/s1600/IMG_3755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNUzaNTThcI/AAAAAAAABac/KQHloCL_siU/s320/IMG_3755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536387842262140354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He purposely one. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNUzbPFOIzI/AAAAAAAABas/Z8HOdNi_fvw/s1600/IMG_3760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNUzbPFOIzI/AAAAAAAABas/Z8HOdNi_fvw/s320/IMG_3760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536387859919807282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU6poLl8mI/AAAAAAAABbk/AmsPff6ZK8k/s1600/IMG_3767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU6poLl8mI/AAAAAAAABbk/AmsPff6ZK8k/s320/IMG_3767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536395803756982882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to rent bike. And leave our stuffs there. LOL. Cycle to the end  of ecp. Then then. Stupid HongZheng. Thanks to him I fell off my bike.  HAHA. I thought I would cry, Rachel thought so too. But I didn't :p Damn  pain. Leg got deep cuts, and blue black. Right arm too :( Very pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at the Idk where. Took Pictures of course. Had fun with Darling and PeiXuan. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU45c4hOGI/AAAAAAAABbc/Pcj85n9XVOk/s1600/IMG_3778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU45c4hOGI/AAAAAAAABbc/Pcj85n9XVOk/s320/IMG_3778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536393876578842722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU8SXLHRTI/AAAAAAAABbs/4cxgRjVWd30/s1600/IMG_3775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU8SXLHRTI/AAAAAAAABbs/4cxgRjVWd30/s320/IMG_3775.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536397603077834034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU9dN_Uv4I/AAAAAAAABb0/gApquzpdYx8/s1600/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU9dN_Uv4I/AAAAAAAABb0/gApquzpdYx8/s320/DSC00376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536398889102655362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU9dNA42DI/AAAAAAAABb8/kqNqq2Qpk_k/s1600/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU9dNA42DI/AAAAAAAABb8/kqNqq2Qpk_k/s320/DSC00377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536398888840779826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU9dRzem5I/AAAAAAAABcE/VVbLrvyAyrQ/s1600/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU9dRzem5I/AAAAAAAABcE/VVbLrvyAyrQ/s320/DSC00380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536398890126711698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Jennifer called, went to look for her. Everybody went to return bike. Start fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU45LZes_I/AAAAAAAABbU/4usFb_8JeXs/s1600/IMG_3787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU45LZes_I/AAAAAAAABbU/4usFb_8JeXs/s320/IMG_3787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536393871885251570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU446M3Y0I/AAAAAAAABbM/Lza5SkstwFM/s1600/IMG_3792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU446M3Y0I/AAAAAAAABbM/Lza5SkstwFM/s320/IMG_3792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536393867268940610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU44tEr-aI/AAAAAAAABbE/7LiNnk6VLB8/s1600/IMG_3794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU44tEr-aI/AAAAAAAABbE/7LiNnk6VLB8/s320/IMG_3794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536393863744977314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU44VxnOGI/AAAAAAAABa8/5HBoPu54NXI/s1600/IMG_3802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNU44VxnOGI/AAAAAAAABa8/5HBoPu54NXI/s320/IMG_3802.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536393857490958434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVIo7YufOI/AAAAAAAABcs/Hvt2yBA1ypQ/s1600/IMG_3820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVIo7YufOI/AAAAAAAABcs/Hvt2yBA1ypQ/s320/IMG_3820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536411184895261922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVKPzNG2dI/AAAAAAAABdM/fEgqIHYmI6w/s1600/IMG_3821%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVKPzNG2dI/AAAAAAAABdM/fEgqIHYmI6w/s320/IMG_3821%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536412952225569234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVIprh5JeI/AAAAAAAABc8/WuXm6uXxpxM/s1600/IMG_3839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVIprh5JeI/AAAAAAAABc8/WuXm6uXxpxM/s320/IMG_3839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536411197818611170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVIqOrjiAI/AAAAAAAABdE/l-tUkkfcK2g/s1600/IMG_3846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVIqOrjiAI/AAAAAAAABdE/l-tUkkfcK2g/s320/IMG_3846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536411207254378498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small Eyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! o.o LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVPQtB8UbI/AAAAAAAABdU/-D_ZXEXr7m4/s1600/IMG_3878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVPQtB8UbI/AAAAAAAABdU/-D_ZXEXr7m4/s320/IMG_3878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536418465306137010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVPQ07LzwI/AAAAAAAABdc/lyNIvw3andk/s1600/IMG_3884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVPQ07LzwI/AAAAAAAABdc/lyNIvw3andk/s320/IMG_3884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536418467425275650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVPRB1XCYI/AAAAAAAABdk/MTdHY5Fizqc/s1600/IMG_3889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVPRB1XCYI/AAAAAAAABdk/MTdHY5Fizqc/s320/IMG_3889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536418470890506626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVPRTeCbsI/AAAAAAAABds/n3esQBIG7r0/s1600/IMG_3890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVPRTeCbsI/AAAAAAAABds/n3esQBIG7r0/s320/IMG_3890.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536418475624525506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVPSABqmvI/AAAAAAAABd0/ubS8-L8U56c/s1600/IMG_3902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVPSABqmvI/AAAAAAAABd0/ubS8-L8U56c/s320/IMG_3902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536418487585118962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVQrCZ3YbI/AAAAAAAABeE/aypMQg8Pf40/s1600/IMG_3930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVQrCZ3YbI/AAAAAAAABeE/aypMQg8Pf40/s320/IMG_3930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536420017231847858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After take class photo, which was a total failure :'( Some went home, Rachel and Peixuan went home, Sian. David came. ;D For a while only -'- Cause he don't want pangseh his friend :(  Rest of us. Decide to go pool? Then walk until there, close already. YX suggest go Mac. Haha. Walk &amp;amp; Talk. Sibei far. Jennifer went, And Brian, Ivan, RyanOng, Edmund and blabla went home.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, left YinXiang, Serene, JingWei, Amanda, Er Zi, Markers, ChengYang. Lol. Reached Mac. Bought double chocolate :D Was already 10.30pm. Wait for parents to come fetch Me, markers and ChengYang. Er Zi and the rest went home already. Like 11plus parents came.&lt;br /&gt;Dad drove ChengYang to his block, then turn to Sengkang for Markers. LOL. Home around 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-5359966450563824941?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5359966450563824941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=5359966450563824941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5359966450563824941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/5359966450563824941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/11/4nov.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TNVQqy3Du0I/AAAAAAAABd8/Jpauqpa4HZQ/s72-c/IMG_3922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-7363700634991027577</id><published>2010-11-03T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:27:09.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OIIIIII. KENNETH LIM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-7363700634991027577?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7363700634991027577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=7363700634991027577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7363700634991027577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7363700634991027577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/11/oiiiiii.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-6590616248801793419</id><published>2010-10-31T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:21:15.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One day when I stop caring, you should be worried.&lt;br /&gt;Cause probably I'm giving up, soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is hair day.&lt;br /&gt;I love my hair. I like my previous fringe.&lt;br /&gt;I like long thick hair. Oh,&lt;br /&gt;Stancio look better with hairs.&lt;br /&gt;Dino look so shuai with his hair highlighted.&lt;br /&gt;Zihui got nice long thick hair.&lt;br /&gt;Joey too. :) And thankyou very much joey :D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this nightmare. That scares me so terribly. I feel so sad, cause it seems so real.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're so busy. Don't even have time for me. Hais. I don't know how I'm feeling. Like there's a thousand questions, yet I can't find the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-6590616248801793419?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6590616248801793419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=6590616248801793419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6590616248801793419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6590616248801793419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-day-when-i-stop-caring-you-should.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-9085223636411632797</id><published>2010-10-27T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:15:38.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I can't blame you. Because it's my fault, for going to your wall.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not go anymore, or probably delete you. HAHAH. Sometimes it's better to be clueless. Curiosity kills the cat. Hah, indeed. I'm sorry, I get jealous thinking that someone else could make you feel happier than I do. And suddenly everything seems so weird. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-9085223636411632797?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/9085223636411632797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=9085223636411632797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/9085223636411632797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/9085223636411632797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-know-i-cant-blame-you.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-6425622201240667651</id><published>2010-10-26T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:42:50.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First date : Horror Movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went out with my boyfriend. To Vivo, PizzaHut for lunch. Then walk around.&lt;br /&gt;But don't have any nice movie. :( So went to Plaza Singapura. Also don't have. Then went to Cathay. Yay! Got Child's eye. HAHA. Watched in 3D. Veryveryvery scary. I'm wondering if he's also very scared. LOL. Around 7plus, went Kovan. After tuition, met him again.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I miss you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-6425622201240667651?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6425622201240667651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=6425622201240667651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6425622201240667651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6425622201240667651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-date-horror-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-3165699396810191553</id><published>2010-10-23T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T00:04:19.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TMLyXjn9cCI/AAAAAAAABaM/znV3gLbi6wo/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 462px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TMLyXjn9cCI/AAAAAAAABaM/znV3gLbi6wo/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531249778878148642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh, Sis. See this. For you :D Thankyou for everything! It's really awesome to know you :) From Primary school till now, celebrating birthday together, going out together, gossiping, laughing crazily in public like two idiots, camwhoring like nobody's business. Haha. I seriously miss you like shit. Although we just met 3 weeks ago. I love gossiping with you cause it never fail to make me laugh my ass off. Everything we talked about can be link to some stupid jokes:) I miss all the stupid things we did :( Having breakfast, playing together and gl each other. I realizedI have problems that nobody might understand but somehow you're so different. You give me advices and ideas and help me. I remembered I cried so badly for Dylan and called you in the night, and you didn't find me annoying. So happy to have you, although sometimes we would quarrel over minor stuffs, boys and disagreement. *Must remember 10 years later hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT ANGMOH♥&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, JULIAN CASABLANCAS IS NOT AS HOT AS JESSE MCCARTNEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you sis. :D Meeeeeeet me soooooooon. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-3165699396810191553?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3165699396810191553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=3165699396810191553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3165699396810191553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3165699396810191553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/10/heheh-sis.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TMLyXjn9cCI/AAAAAAAABaM/znV3gLbi6wo/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-8607242878236330959</id><published>2010-10-21T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:07:16.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After next Thursday, 2H gonna split. Kinda sad, cause I know I'll miss everybody :(&lt;br /&gt;And I'll miss Mr Tien for sure. Hope that we'll be close for the next 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met ♥ after school, went to Hougang's PolyClinic. Heheh. Got MC because not gonna go badminton. Feel sick. Went home around 6. Tired but happy. ♥, I realize how deep your love for me is. :D&lt;br /&gt;♥. I miss you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DS SD card.&lt;br /&gt;- Card Reader.&lt;br /&gt;- DSLR/ Camera.&lt;br /&gt;- Reborn hair.&lt;br /&gt;All so expensive oneeeee. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-8607242878236330959?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8607242878236330959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=8607242878236330959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8607242878236330959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8607242878236330959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/10/after-next-thursday-2h-gonna-split.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-8149918883578244629</id><published>2010-10-19T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:54:18.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went outt. :)&lt;br /&gt;With Jennifer, Rachel, PeiXuan, Stancio, Sylvester, Brandan :D&lt;br /&gt;To Vivooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Subway for lunch, Watched Detective Dee dunno what de. Vivo Pop Corn Suck!!!&lt;br /&gt;In  Chinese de, Suck! Was playing with Jennifer all the way. LOL. PopCorns battle. &gt;&lt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JENNIFER FELL DOWN!!!&lt;/span&gt; LOL. Went play. Till 7.&lt;br /&gt;Went Kovan, meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;. Tuition, Bored!&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;again. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today school's boring. Only get back Maths and Chinese paper. Kinda disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TL2QoSYz4BI/AAAAAAAABZ8/UDPCYcvOcKA/s1600/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TL2QoSYz4BI/AAAAAAAABZ8/UDPCYcvOcKA/s320/DSC00345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529734939285905426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TL2QoK0CF1I/AAAAAAAABZ0/zfCIWq4fjls/s1600/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TL2QoK0CF1I/AAAAAAAABZ0/zfCIWq4fjls/s320/DSC00342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529734937252599634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaooo. card reader spoil, DS spoil. WHATTHEFUCK. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;♥ i love you, don't think so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-8149918883578244629?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8149918883578244629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=8149918883578244629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8149918883578244629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8149918883578244629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/10/yesterday-went-outt.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TL2QoSYz4BI/AAAAAAAABZ8/UDPCYcvOcKA/s72-c/DSC00345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-4342536090184212050</id><published>2010-10-15T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:57:34.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curiosity kills the cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after struggling for the past few weeks. Exams over, problems solved.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to pass with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;fl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;s~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't look forward to holidays, I don't know why. I think I will miss school. I will definitely miss my friends. Especially my Baobei and Darling. &gt;&lt; HAHAH. I will miss maths. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Actually typed out something long and sad. But deleted. Hm. I'm stupid to hold on, thinking that you would change. But you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with what I am now, I'm gonna cherish people around me. Heheeheee.&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for me &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-4342536090184212050?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4342536090184212050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=4342536090184212050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4342536090184212050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4342536090184212050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/10/curiosity-kills-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-7646460307618545549</id><published>2010-10-14T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T20:57:43.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;From HuiYing's blog, (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. i miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt; right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. i watch more tv than i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. i love olives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;004. i love sleeping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. i own lots of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;006. i wear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;glasses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;or contact lenses&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007. i love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008. i’ve watched porn movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. i have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011. i have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;012. i believe honesty is the best policy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013. i have acne free skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;014. i like and respect al sharpton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;015. i curse frequently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;016.i’ve changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;017. i have a hobby. but i don't make it as often as i can anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. i’ve been told i have a nice butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. i carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020. i’m really, really smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;021. i’ve never broken anyone else’s bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;022.i have a secret that i am ashamed to reveal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;023. i love rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;024. i’m paranoid at times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;025. i would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;026. i need money right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;027. i love sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;028. i talk really, really fast sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;029. i have fresh breath in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030. i have semi-&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;long hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;032. i have at least one brother and/or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sister.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;033. i was born in a country outside of the u.s.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;034. i shave my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;035. i have a twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;037. i couldn’t survive without caller i.d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;038. i like the way that i look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;039. i have lied to a good friend in the past 6 months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;041. i am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;042. i have mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;043. i think prostitution should be legalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;044. i think britney spears is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;045. i have cheated on a significant other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;046. i have a hidden talent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 047. i’m always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;048. i think that i’m popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;049. i am currently single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050. i have kissed someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;051. i enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. i practically live in sweatpants or pj pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;053. i love to shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;054. i would rather shop than eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;055. i would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;056. i’m bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;057. i’m obsessed with my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;058. i don’t hate anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059. i’m a pretty good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;060. i’m a horrible dancer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;061. i’m completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;062. i have a cell phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;063. i watch much music on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;064. i have cried myself to sleep before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;065. i have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;067. i have never been in a real relationship before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;068. i’ve rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;069. i currently have a crush on &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;070. i have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;071. i want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;072. i have changed a diaper before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;073. i’ve had the cops called on me before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;074. i bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;076. i’m not allergic to anything deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 077. i have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;078. i have dated someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080. i am very shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;081. i’m online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;082. i have at least 5 away messages saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;083. i have tried alcohol before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;084. i have made a move on a friend’s significant other in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;085. i own the “south park” movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;088. i enjoy country music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;089. i love my best friend(s). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090. i think that pizza hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;091. i watch soap operas whenever i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;092. i’m obsessive, anal retentive, and often a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;096. halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;097. i watch spongebob squarepants and i like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. i have dated a close friend’s ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;099. i’m happy as of this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. i have gone scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. i’ve had a crush on someone i’ve never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. i’ve kissed someone i knew i shouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. i play a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;104. i strongly dislike math.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. i’m procrastinating on something right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. i own and use a library card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. i fall in “lust” more than in “love”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. cheese enchiladas rock my socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. i think the lord of the rings is one of the greatest things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;110. i’m obsessed with the tv show “lost.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;111. i am resentful that i have to grow up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;112. i am an entirely different person around different people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;113. i think the world would be a better place if people just smiled and meant it more often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. i think ramen is the best kind of food in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;115. i am suffering of a broken heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. i am a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;117. no matter where i am or who i’m with, i always seem to be lonely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. i am left handed and proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;119. i don’t change who i am for someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. my heart resides below my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. i am a senior in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122. i enjoy smoothies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. i have gastritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;124. i have nothing better to do with my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. i am listening to radiohead right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;126. most people call me by my middle name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. i once stole a music stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. i love nascar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. i own over 200 cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. i work 7 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132. i have mono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;132. i don’t have the ability to make decisions without changing my mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. people tell me i have a horrible sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. i’m only wearing underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. i’ve driven to a different state to see a band i liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. i am the most over analytical person i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;138. i believe in wasting time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. i don’t listen to too much music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;141. my favorite holiday isn’t christmas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. i prefer weeks off of work instead of days here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143. i love sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;144. i wanna go home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;145. i don’t know what i would do without my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146. christmas threw up in my dorm room and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. friends is (one of) my favorite tv shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;148. i’m hungry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149. i’m still angry about the nip/tuck season 2 finale cliffhanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. i’m a potterhead and proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;151. i noticed there are several numbers missing from this list, making this very much not the 151st entry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;152. i lied about one of the items on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153. my siblings are my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;155. i have a problem expressing things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;156. i have lost a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;157. i am the most deprived person i know on the face of the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;158. i have at least one test tomorrow that i am not prepared for yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;159. i love slim jims! even if they are really bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;160. &lt;strong&gt;i am sick and tired of school&lt;/strong&gt; so i am not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;161. i love sundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;162. i do not watch television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;163. i love starbucks coffee drinks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;164. i am living at least one lie right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;168. i’m a little crazy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;169. i like the smell of white tic tacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;170. i know at least one person in a “life or death” crises at this moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;172. i always know all the gossip at my school/workplace/whatever, and nobody ever suspects it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;173.i have thought about suicide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;175. i can be selfish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;176. i’m so emo at times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;177. i can solve a 3x3 rubik’s cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;179. i cheated on a test before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;181. i’m sick of drama&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-8492412734933657628</id><published>2010-10-12T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:53:43.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Hi, I love you :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Past 2 days didn't sleep well. But, 有人陪我 xD&lt;br /&gt;After art paper, a bit sian cause... :(&lt;br /&gt;Yay. No need study alrdy :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-8492412734933657628?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8492412734933657628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=8492412734933657628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8492412734933657628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8492412734933657628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-i-love-you-d-past-2-days-didnt-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-7666741963193612952</id><published>2010-10-08T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T23:54:12.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TK89uYHd9TI/AAAAAAAABZk/Cn3QnlyMLEA/s1600/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TK89uYHd9TI/AAAAAAAABZk/Cn3QnlyMLEA/s320/DSC00316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525703134763939122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever. Cough. SoreThroat. Flu.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to be sick!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna to doctor... ;0&lt;br /&gt;Geography so difficult. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;After paper, went Mac to have Deluxe meal. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then. Went library. Fucking Cold. LOL. Glad that ling lend me her Jacket. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Bought Hot Chocolate ^. Not very nice. Super sweet &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;wq came, with water. Yay. tysm.&lt;br /&gt;3 crazy girls actually did their art. While Me. Watch them do.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Hope that exam will end soon. Can't wait for holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-7666741963193612952?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7666741963193612952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=7666741963193612952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7666741963193612952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7666741963193612952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/10/fever.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TK89uYHd9TI/AAAAAAAABZk/Cn3QnlyMLEA/s72-c/DSC00316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-4891687758478818620</id><published>2010-10-04T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:43:26.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's a very xia suay day for me. Yes. Early in the morning, after nation anthem went up on stage, yes. STAGE. Hah. Then say the Responsible Decision Making thingy la. AIYO. I havent step up on the stage already laugh like shit. Then go up on stage with Jennifer, Was suppose to start first but I didn't dare to. So I keep ask her help + Laughing non stop. Something bad about me? LOL. No choice lor. I start first. I speak veryveryvery soft. HAHAHA. Even when there's mike. And I see a lot people. SO PAISEH!!!! Argh! I bet Rachel's Laughing crazily down there lo. Quickly end. Hehe. and a lot people say cannot hear. LOL. Haiya, they just don't know the feeling of going up on stage and read a speech to school. Oh, I'm sure if upper sec can hear..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just screwed my one and only opportunity. LOL. I Hope to go back there on stage and say a better speech. Even though nobody's listening. HAHAHA. Very guilty to Madam Pey :(&lt;br /&gt;Then 2nd thing, was about the breakfast thing la. Haiyo. Only Jennifer knows. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;3rd. Stupid sms sent by Jennifer. Stick your tongue out with your head up.&lt;br /&gt;But, also happy cause My D&amp;amp;T!!! Hehehe. ^^ Hmm. Reached home around 4? Tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; got my bad karma washed away because I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;/span&gt;, He blessed me, No. Is Us, when I went Suntec on Sunday!!! See how honored I am!? Haha. He's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90&lt;/span&gt; I guess, Might be his last time coming to Singapore and give blessing to people who is sick and troubled.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna do anything that's evil cause I don't want any bad karmas. HAHAHA. Sound so stupid cause I usually don't believe in this kind. But i'm touched by him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Family Problems that nobody can help me solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-4891687758478818620?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4891687758478818620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=4891687758478818620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4891687758478818620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4891687758478818620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/10/todays-very-xia-suay-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-6109356658191456803</id><published>2010-09-30T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:16:57.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything's screwed up. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm indecisive. I want you but I want you to be happier too. I'm not sure what I did is right or wrong. I don't know what to do now. Both came at same time, and now leaving at the same time too? What about me? Because of my reckless decision. I really regret. I'm sad too. Broken. Distance. Time. Words. Me. You. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Again&lt;/span&gt;. I should be  responsible for my choice.&lt;br /&gt;I know your feelings have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faded&lt;/span&gt;, and you hate me.  I have nobody but myself to blame. I'm living in fear. I even said those things this afternoon. Probably all I have is one month, to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;I just forget, just like you did. Forget. I tried already..You just don't know how I feel, When you neglect me. I can only see your back, getting smaller and smaller and disappear. Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know how you feel. Zero lies. There's stuffs where I don't know how to do or what's right. You used to tell me how to do this or help me. But not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, it's over. Nothing's gonna change the fact that his feelings wasn't there anymore. But I'm still hopelessly waiting. Day dream throughout lessons. No appetite to eat. Very tired.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of everything. I don't have the courage. Because nothing seems to go right.&lt;br /&gt;Hais. I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-6109356658191456803?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6109356658191456803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=6109356658191456803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6109356658191456803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6109356658191456803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/09/everythings-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-8261554218088323934</id><published>2010-09-29T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:58:34.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TKNFnQ9c7BI/AAAAAAAABZc/6Lq1oDS-Jrk/s1600/heart+breaking.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TKNFnQ9c7BI/AAAAAAAABZc/6Lq1oDS-Jrk/s320/heart+breaking.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522334108956290066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm hiding those tears in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hide- Because nobody know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Cry- Because I didn't cherish you enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. Because of what I've done, that hurt you. And I fucking hate myself for that. I feel like dying. I wanna explain. But I'm afraid i might make things worse. I'm afraid you might hate me more. I wanna go back to how it was. I swear I regret. I regret treating you like whatever and not understanding you enough. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the mood to do anything. I hope you'll understand how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I know my sorry wont work. But i just want to tell you how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking down..&lt;br /&gt;I've wronged you. I was the one that break promise. Not you.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, Im not fit to be in your life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Got to face the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-8261554218088323934?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8261554218088323934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=8261554218088323934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8261554218088323934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8261554218088323934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-hiding-those-tears-in-me.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TKNFnQ9c7BI/AAAAAAAABZc/6Lq1oDS-Jrk/s72-c/heart+breaking.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-6066009390711012608</id><published>2010-09-27T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:24:06.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHEL DARLING AND BAIQINGYU! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; BELATED BIRTHDAY TO DAVID AND GIO :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to school cause of darling ah. HAHA. my 2 darling. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But didn't see boyf in the morning. Sian diao. Plus Rachel was late. Totally sian.&lt;br /&gt;Went toilet alone, then saw Rachel. Haha. Very happy + Hug and wished her happy birthday. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Insane, I know. Happy after that. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Lesson was boring. Until D&amp;amp;T. Finally got air con + very slack. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Boyf class was next door only. HEHE. Of course he came to see me :D&lt;br /&gt;School end, left school after everything done. Then bus to compass. Lucky boyf didn't walk to compass lor. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Went to Popular with Boyfriend and Rachel. :) So honored leh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then trying to drag time bah. Cold Storage to buy drinks. Lols. Jennifer called then went KFC after that. Cake ready le :D&lt;br /&gt;Ordered Family Feast. HAHA. Was very full ah. Shared the last piece of Chicken with boyfriend. Hmm. Cake. Decorated by Jennifer and Peixuan @ Icing Room. Hah so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Played around. Rachel got cream on her face. HAHAHA. Jennifer got on her hair. Very fun. I like. Like thousand years never eat cake already. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody went toilet clean up, Me and Jennifer waited outside. Jennifer say go scare Rachel. LOL. I very happy say ok. Then when I hear her voice + foot step. I go BOO very loud. IN THE END IS ONE AUNTIE. LOL. LAO KUI!!!!! Laugh like mad. Until stomach pain.&lt;br /&gt;Lose face liao.. :( Plus! Paiseh in front of Weiqi :( Super embarrassing de.&lt;br /&gt;Others got to go home, Me and boyfriend went library. A year since we went library already. LOL. Ehh. 5 like that went MRT. Saw weiqi's teacher. Very funny.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Weiqi boyfriend already!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-6066009390711012608?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6066009390711012608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=6066009390711012608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6066009390711012608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6066009390711012608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-rachel-darling-and.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-1277301563861624736</id><published>2010-09-25T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T23:22:30.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out today, to Tamp.&lt;br /&gt;Met Weiqiiii :D Hehe. And his friend.&lt;br /&gt;Was around 1245 already ah. Went Arcade. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Weiqi played the dancing game (Y)  Very cute. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;He beat the high score for one game.&lt;br /&gt;I think they played almost everything there uh.&lt;br /&gt;Around 2.45 or 3. Went for lunch at Mac Donals.&lt;br /&gt;Had Mc Spicy, you treat :D Hehe. Very long never had mac together already. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Very full! &gt;.&lt; Trained to Hougang. Rushed to toilet. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Then took bus to I don't know where. Haha. Just follow :D&lt;br /&gt;To salon, wq and his friend got his hair cut. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Weiqi's friend left. Took bus back to Hougang. Haha. Walked around mall.&lt;br /&gt;I want itouch~ But. WASTE MONEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hais. So sad that gotta go home already. &gt;&lt; Bu she de.&lt;br /&gt;Lalala. But I enjoy my day with you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-1277301563861624736?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1277301563861624736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=1277301563861624736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1277301563861624736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1277301563861624736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/09/went-out-today-to-tamp.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-565930115423604089</id><published>2010-09-21T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:13:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unspeakable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today suck. Morning already not very happy. After recess some dogs go take my stuffs. still piss me off. Wtf. Must show attitude then you all will stop la? Want take my things at least ask right. You like people take without permission? From full become half. Kp all humji gay-.-. Still push the blame on other people. Fuckers. GO. TO. HELL. You'll regret what you've done today.&lt;br /&gt;Noob, no money must take girls things ah. Eh, no. Shouldn't be take, it should be steal. Pathetic gays.&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see you. You make me wanna. Hate you even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-565930115423604089?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/565930115423604089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=565930115423604089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/565930115423604089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/565930115423604089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/09/unspeakable.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-1576421186257031386</id><published>2010-09-15T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T00:27:30.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If all my wishes would come true,&lt;br /&gt;If all my dreams became reality,&lt;br /&gt;If what I hope now would happen,&lt;br /&gt;If you were there for me,&lt;br /&gt;If we could,&lt;br /&gt;If we would turn back time,&lt;br /&gt;If we could control our emotions,&lt;br /&gt;If we really could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all the "IF" happens, things would be better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, school suck. Miss Pey. Embarrassed me. In front of those seniors.&lt;br /&gt;Was eating, as usual always the slowest. Me, Jennifer, Rachel, PX together. They finish already. Waiting for me. All lower sec go back class already only left me eating. HAHA. Miss Pey shout me, Ask me finish. say what Why I always eat so slow, why never early come down eat all that. Lol. Really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; today in school. Serious Headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enduring. I'm waiting. I'll stand by you. Haha. Hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-1576421186257031386?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1576421186257031386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=1576421186257031386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1576421186257031386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1576421186257031386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-all-my-wishes-would-come-true-if-all.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-7782459935187365930</id><published>2010-09-13T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T16:17:50.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many thoughts going on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean when you treat me like this, and that.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts being treated like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think&lt;br /&gt;About the pain I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think about anything about this. About us.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's alright. I hope we could, you don't know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Do you even care, I don't think so. Things are so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's hard&lt;br /&gt;Just to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;But you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best, to endure, being treated like this. I know no matter how hard I try, only a slight changes would appear. And it won't remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't know what it's like, when nothing feels all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it will be soon. When I'm giving up and not caring about anything anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-7782459935187365930?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7782459935187365930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=7782459935187365930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7782459935187365930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/7782459935187365930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-many-thoughts-going-on-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-2291649623694360803</id><published>2010-09-11T18:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T22:50:48.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TIt1zvDRkhI/AAAAAAAABZU/lYhWxJ_W00Q/s1600/IMG_3380i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TIt1zvDRkhI/AAAAAAAABZU/lYhWxJ_W00Q/s320/IMG_3380i.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515631700309283346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TIt1y1UBVaI/AAAAAAAABZM/jeqpGecTBr4/s1600/IMG_3366i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TIt1y1UBVaI/AAAAAAAABZM/jeqpGecTBr4/s320/IMG_3366i.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515631684810266018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItkUlnz9YI/AAAAAAAABXI/4vkyIpeaR7o/s1600/IMG_3256i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItkUlnz9YI/AAAAAAAABXI/4vkyIpeaR7o/s320/IMG_3256i.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515612473504560514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Days ago :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trip to Vivo With &lt;u&gt;Zihui&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;Met 12.30 @ FarrerPark. Head down to Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;To HabourFront Centre. To get our lunch. KFC for her, TaiWan's XXL Chicken for me :)&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivo City, and to the SkyPark and find a shelter to eat. It's fun you know, sitting on the floor and eat. Rather than on table and chair. Haha. Feel so relaxed after taking off our shoes. :D&lt;br /&gt;Finish eating then camwhore: (See my over weight eye bags + my left eye is itchy, which made my eye look like &gt;&gt;&gt; o.O )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See see, my eye on the right's (closer to Hui) SO SMALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TIth87lSjPI/AAAAAAAABWo/VAz2Jz0Kpec/s1600/IMG_3248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TIth87lSjPI/AAAAAAAABWo/VAz2Jz0Kpec/s320/IMG_3248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515609868059446514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TIth9OcaTLI/AAAAAAAABWw/YFdhEuJ4LuY/s1600/IMG_3251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TIth9OcaTLI/AAAAAAAABWw/YFdhEuJ4LuY/s320/IMG_3251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515609873122479282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TIth8dr2aBI/AAAAAAAABWg/nmJw5EWvAUA/s1600/IMG_3247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TIth8dr2aBI/AAAAAAAABWg/nmJw5EWvAUA/s320/IMG_3247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515609860033898514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TIth9rjhQjI/AAAAAAAABW4/2pFYqexBlJw/s1600/IMG_3252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TIth9rjhQjI/AAAAAAAABW4/2pFYqexBlJw/s320/IMG_3252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515609880936923698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItkVLaPklI/AAAAAAAABXQ/DRJi4i1ipTk/s1600/IMG_3257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItkVLaPklI/AAAAAAAABXQ/DRJi4i1ipTk/s320/IMG_3257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515612483648197202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItkWEBDR2I/AAAAAAAABXY/15I1CZRfGNM/s1600/IMG_3260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItkWEBDR2I/AAAAAAAABXY/15I1CZRfGNM/s320/IMG_3260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515612498843354978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItkWiG6JQI/AAAAAAAABXg/rWSYC7fTvN4/s1600/IMG_3262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItkWiG6JQI/AAAAAAAABXg/rWSYC7fTvN4/s320/IMG_3262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515612506920985858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around us, there's this two cheena aunties. Whom they think they own the whole place?! Cause they're blabbing so loudly, talking about money and stuffs about their bf. Stupid cheena aunties. Puiiii. Then there's weird people la. Sitting on floor tile still need mat? Haha. Ok. Then Camwhore. The wind keep blowing ah, like tornado. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;Around 2plus? Suggest to go in for some air con and walk walk :D Cause we feeeeeeeel sooooo sleeeeepy. the wind + our stomach. Wah. Nice if we could just nap there. LOL. So went in, To Toys-R-Us. Haha. Barbie is so funny. Got last time barbie, like around the year1980s to 2000? One look like Rihanna. Totally EWWWWWWW. Very tanned and retro. Explored around and I missed out a lot of childhood toys. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Next to idk where. Just around Vivo. Wah walk here walk there. To this "ToyPost" shop?? Very cool. Haha. Saw those Cameras ah. Then decided  to go to Mini Toons next. Cause got sell cheap cam. Unfortunately, when we get there. Eh, there's no cheap cameras. I mean, We thought it's only $9.90? Haha. Went Action City then some toy shop beside it. Head back to the SkyPark was hot. And our shelter got people already. Sian. Then went to walk around Vivo City. I swear our leg's killing us, and it feels like we can fall any moment la! Omg. HAHA. Went out, and have a sit beside the sea. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItlLZ8I3lI/AAAAAAAABYA/bNRCCGHzetg/s1600/IMG_3275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItlLZ8I3lI/AAAAAAAABYA/bNRCCGHzetg/s320/IMG_3275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515613415261396562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItlLzKX1JI/AAAAAAAABYI/xbXNEqFmX08/s1600/IMG_3281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItlLzKX1JI/AAAAAAAABYI/xbXNEqFmX08/s320/IMG_3281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515613422031983762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItlM29K5sI/AAAAAAAABYQ/rLpyI6MKHVs/s1600/IMG_3289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItlM29K5sI/AAAAAAAABYQ/rLpyI6MKHVs/s320/IMG_3289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515613440230221506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I nearly fell when we went to Giant to buy our drinks!!! And is PaiSeh lor. Zihui laugh until wtf. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed the last bottle of mineral water. T.T We're like aunties looking for water and budgeting our expenses. HAHA. So cute lor Zihui. Heheh. Oh, then went to Watson.&lt;br /&gt;Around 6 already? Went to HarbourFront Centre. Bought things!!! Lucky we saved money on our food expenses today. HAHA. MRT-ed home. :( Very very tired. Got our seats and felt like we never wanna get up. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItz1rKyu6I/AAAAAAAABYc/ady1KjfOxpU/s1600/IMG_3289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItz1rKyu6I/AAAAAAAABYc/ady1KjfOxpU/s320/IMG_3289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515629534603557794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItz2pivsJI/AAAAAAAABYs/kcDoXnmkJTI/s1600/IMG_3296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItz2pivsJI/AAAAAAAABYs/kcDoXnmkJTI/s320/IMG_3296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515629551347019922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItz3G24CiI/AAAAAAAABY0/r8kxn9FHhyk/s1600/IMG_3300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItz3G24CiI/AAAAAAAABY0/r8kxn9FHhyk/s320/IMG_3300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515629559216081442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItz3p_crmI/AAAAAAAABY8/5eq-lMMaj6M/s1600/IMG_3304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TItz3p_crmI/AAAAAAAABY8/5eq-lMMaj6M/s320/IMG_3304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515629568647278178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 7pm. Had dinner then went out to CitySquare with Mum for her wine and my Bio-Essences. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Jiao Luan already!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valerie&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Valerie you look so chio! I swear. HAHA. Didn't take pic with you. :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after awhile, went to find friend. Ah. Sorry Valerie :(&lt;br /&gt;MaggieMee + BlackCurrent. Not sumptuous but awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed to ClarkQuay. Reached there wonder why there's tons of people walking around like sardines. HAHA. Oh, so there's the TaiWan festival plus Lantern Festival's performance and those statue. We actually squeezed through that big big crowds and reached the Liang's court ah. I forgot where leh. AHHA. Then you bought me the creepe! YAY! With brownie some more!!! HAHA. Just so you know it's delicious and after finish eating it while we're going back to ClarkQuay, we feel like buying another already. Haha. Then bought DingTaiFeng's dumpling back for Mummy and went to Sticky shop which really pissed me off with those inconsiderate people standing there, blocking and staring at how the person's making the sweet. -.- Inconsiderate and left me with no Sticky to buy for Jinghui and Valerie le lor. Thanks to those stupid people. Hm! HomeSweetHome@ 10+ pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Blackwhite♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today :&lt;br /&gt;A slackslack day at home :X Ok lah, not really. Had DimSum @ Restaurant, with Day and Mum and 2brothers. :) $120+ dollar. Cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long post? :) I doubt anyone would read. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-2291649623694360803?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2291649623694360803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=2291649623694360803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2291649623694360803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2291649623694360803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-days-ago-trip-to-vivo-with-zihui-o.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TIt1zvDRkhI/AAAAAAAABZU/lYhWxJ_W00Q/s72-c/IMG_3380i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-3693921210671263622</id><published>2010-09-08T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:12:28.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's no sweet memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Math supplementary. Find it kinda fun. Met Peixuan first, Cheers then school. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Reached school, Everybody was standing outside class -.-&lt;br /&gt;Started work, at first thought go there to kill time. haha. In the end, Me, PeiXuan, Kakin and Ivan. Sit together. We Studied :D Until Mr Li kp Kakin, then left 3 of us. HAHA. I think. Only 4 of us do so much question lor. :) It's fun, studying together with them. LOL. Mr Li dunno what happen, lock both doors. Keep us until going 1pm. From 11.30 until going 1! Siao lor. Was raining heavily anyway, no where to go. He kp here, kp there.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Wasn't happy cause he delayed.&lt;br /&gt;Went 7eleven with PeiXuan, got Maggiemee for lunch. Then to Void deck. Haha. Kakin came after wards! After we finish. LOL. Then he go buy. Chat for awhile. Still raining. I don't know why but we just head to his house. LOL. And, he purposely keep slowly walk + act dumb cause I told him I was Urgent. How Evil! Went up, saw his brother outside the lift. Guess he was copying my i-need-toilet-urgently pose. wtf. Haha. His mother came, chiong for toilet. LOL. Awhile only jiu leave already. Was still raining. Hm. Sent PeiXuan to her bus stop, then both of us ran under the rain. Wtf i know. From the Kopitiam there nia he wanna take bus. Siao. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Dad called, met him at Hougang. Saw Gan Mummy :) XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Why you must like that? You don't believe me I got nothing to say. I explained before already, you want like emo like that, I cant do anything. Said sorry already. Enduring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-3693921210671263622?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3693921210671263622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=3693921210671263622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3693921210671263622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3693921210671263622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/09/went-for-math-supplementary.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-4917759491417253847</id><published>2010-09-05T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T00:01:32.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy told me not to be soft hearted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mean people deserves to die, earlier. They should not even be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;I curse and swear,  but not as bad as those mean people.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in karma, retribution.&lt;br /&gt;I did evil deeds before. And yes, I got my retribution.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall reduce my evil-ness. HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Daddy and Mummy and Aaron. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's so vulgar. I like. LOL. Got style. Mummy got used to Dad's temper.&lt;br /&gt;Dad told me not to trust people so easily, and not to forgive so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So cute. Haha. Obviously I will try not to be so soft hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T tmr, 8.30am. Breakfast with Jen @ 7.20am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-4917759491417253847?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4917759491417253847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=4917759491417253847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4917759491417253847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/4917759491417253847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/09/daddy-told-me-not-to-be-soft-hearted.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-2693874194198191339</id><published>2010-09-03T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:30:21.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we promised before, forever. but forever, is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i dont understand. why break ups can make people tear apart. why is there a strong impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you dun like her you can just tell, you don't need to lie. you every time lie to people not sian meh. tell you not to lie already, you still wan lie. at least be honest to her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was different. i nearly forgot how we used to be like. i forgot how you scare me. i'm halfway there. but it seems so hard. it's been months and i still remember... i hate this feeling, so hard to express myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-2693874194198191339?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2693874194198191339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=2693874194198191339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2693874194198191339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2693874194198191339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-promised-before-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-928423475728948243</id><published>2010-08-31T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:00:03.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ent school, Aces' day? Do the Stupid JaiHo Dance lor. Back to class, 40 words spelling. Teachers' day celebration. Got pervert. zzz. Secondary school teacher's day like so sian only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You not happy with me just say, no need bad mouth. Seriously leh. Just say la. We can talk, friends going 3 years liao still want bad mouth. I know everybody got their weaknesses, also dun need to tell other people right, cause you also got your weaknesses and I didn't tell people. If you don't appreciate this friendship I dun mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;fter school, went RC. Marshall's waiting for me. Since 11 plus? Reached there 12, With Colin.&lt;br /&gt;Went RC, Saw Ron too. Saw Brother. Climbed fence, Fun. Was scary though. Haha. Went in saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bay.&lt;/span&gt; Still as cute as ever, HAHA. Sickening :) Went walk around. David came, climbed fence also. Went in sit sit. Marshall had lunch, Hugged Priya, Krystal and ZiYing. HAHA. So sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then went back RC, Wait for Marcus. Suddenly almost everybody there smoke. D:&lt;br /&gt;And this is life. Ah. Marcus came, sit awhile then headed to his house. :) Damn long never go his house already la.&lt;br /&gt;BoonKeng, buy Maggie Mee and drink. To his house le, I cook Maggie Mee for everybody. HAHA. Plus egg. Which sucks. LOL. Too much water + too soft already. :( Suck leh.&lt;br /&gt;ZiHui came, everybody had maggie mee. HAHA. Camwhore,  pillow fight? Talked. Laughed like wtf. And I missed them. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-928423475728948243?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/928423475728948243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=928423475728948243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/928423475728948243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/928423475728948243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/08/w-ent-school-aces-day-do-stupid-jaiho.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-3920238092247730061</id><published>2010-08-28T22:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T02:17:09.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlAzfT3hoI/AAAAAAAABSw/VSdZ5qsc2hI/s1600/IMG_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlAzfT3hoI/AAAAAAAABSw/VSdZ5qsc2hI/s320/IMG_2605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510506872386848386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a meet up with Zihui, and Marcus :D&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Vivo. Bought Food and mat.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sentosa. Was fucking hot.&lt;br /&gt;Applied sun blocked then headed to the beach and finally found a spot to lay out mat. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Eat and sun tanned? HAHA. Obviously im getting darker. zzz. Camwhore &lt;3 Went  to the water, wave was kinda big, saw this dog swimming to get the toy  bone it's owner threw. The owner keep throwing and throwing, that dog so  poor thing. haha. Min Dah came, with his friends. Haha. Say Hi only then go already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pixxxxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlAyzZTPaI/AAAAAAAABSo/QRpsxou88KQ/s1600/IMG_2597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlAyzZTPaI/AAAAAAAABSo/QRpsxou88KQ/s320/IMG_2597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510506860598476194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlA0qXxgeI/AAAAAAAABTI/uIUlnZI6O5Y/s1600/IMG_2727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlA0qXxgeI/AAAAAAAABTI/uIUlnZI6O5Y/s320/IMG_2727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510506892535890402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2plus. We packed up, and leave. Too hot already!!! Marcus went to bathe cause he went into water. Hmm. After that we walked to the Merlion there. Haha. Eh, keep ask random people take picture for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlCv4GnwII/AAAAAAAABTQ/XN76zdCZNR4/s1600/IMG_2730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlCv4GnwII/AAAAAAAABTQ/XN76zdCZNR4/s320/IMG_2730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510509009345953922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Got one Indian guy super funny la. Walked around to see other interesting things. Hehe. Took pictures everywhere we go. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlCwOsv_zI/AAAAAAAABTY/l0wpTyCaOjA/s1600/IMG_2770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlCwOsv_zI/AAAAAAAABTY/l0wpTyCaOjA/s320/IMG_2770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510509015411457842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marcus so pretty (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlCw_QeGhI/AAAAAAAABTg/E4BFW9qmq7Y/s1600/IMG_2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlCw_QeGhI/AAAAAAAABTg/E4BFW9qmq7Y/s320/IMG_2790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510509028446181906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlCxNkf3wI/AAAAAAAABTo/tFikRqB1zY0/s1600/IMG_2817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlCxNkf3wI/AAAAAAAABTo/tFikRqB1zY0/s320/IMG_2817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510509032288280322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlCxptvpqI/AAAAAAAABTw/ThqbTI0nJrE/s1600/IMG_2823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlCxptvpqI/AAAAAAAABTw/ThqbTI0nJrE/s320/IMG_2823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510509039843255970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlDsbU6c8I/AAAAAAAABUI/4-3aemBr30g/s1600/IMG_2836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlDsbU6c8I/AAAAAAAABUI/4-3aemBr30g/s320/IMG_2836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510510049593291714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlDsA2ixKI/AAAAAAAABUA/okL_LzSa7uc/s1600/IMG_2835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlDsA2ixKI/AAAAAAAABUA/okL_LzSa7uc/s320/IMG_2835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510510042486588578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlDrsHU_vI/AAAAAAAABT4/qIXvVnMRfBo/s1600/IMG_2853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlDrsHU_vI/AAAAAAAABT4/qIXvVnMRfBo/s320/IMG_2853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510510036919844594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlG-QCEYmI/AAAAAAAABUQ/lmnDQBDzHMA/s1600/IMG_2859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlG-QCEYmI/AAAAAAAABUQ/lmnDQBDzHMA/s320/IMG_2859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510513654333989474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlG--j4gyI/AAAAAAAABUY/jDy-XZ4Eohk/s1600/IMG_2860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlG--j4gyI/AAAAAAAABUY/jDy-XZ4Eohk/s320/IMG_2860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510513666823848738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love this (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly walked into this route which brings us to a forest kind. Cause the person suggested.&lt;br /&gt;Walk in, through this bridge surrounded with trees and a lot animal sound. Keep walking. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlPV2AcR2I/AAAAAAAABVw/7ASekeEWmzo/s1600/IMG_2876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlPV2AcR2I/AAAAAAAABVw/7ASekeEWmzo/s320/IMG_2876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510522855757727586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road like, sometimes got other routes one. Very weird. Then walked into this forest la. Walk kinda long, about 30 minutes already still cannot find way out. haha. So irritating plus leg suan and tired :@  Camwhore while finding way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlM0YXAxzI/AAAAAAAABUg/lKvnJUiR6yE/s1600/IMG_2896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlM0YXAxzI/AAAAAAAABUg/lKvnJUiR6yE/s320/IMG_2896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510520081840391986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlM0hXuNcI/AAAAAAAABUo/o75EWJX4rE4/s1600/IMG_2904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlM0hXuNcI/AAAAAAAABUo/o75EWJX4rE4/s320/IMG_2904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510520084259288514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlM1BbW7RI/AAAAAAAABUw/e_nEDLJYYHo/s1600/IMG_2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlM1BbW7RI/AAAAAAAABUw/e_nEDLJYYHo/s320/IMG_2909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510520092864474386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlM1agU1rI/AAAAAAAABU4/JFpyLcOzB6g/s1600/IMG_2917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlM1agU1rI/AAAAAAAABU4/JFpyLcOzB6g/s320/IMG_2917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510520099596195506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlM19LD7aI/AAAAAAAABVA/6J_zbhsXrc4/s1600/IMG_2921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlM19LD7aI/AAAAAAAABVA/6J_zbhsXrc4/s320/IMG_2921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510520108902247842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlOnqsiuXI/AAAAAAAABVI/iXi6k-N8vxI/s1600/IMG_2922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlOnqsiuXI/AAAAAAAABVI/iXi6k-N8vxI/s320/IMG_2922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510522062447491442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlOoM9wJCI/AAAAAAAABVQ/jskhxa2k14c/s1600/IMG_2927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlOoM9wJCI/AAAAAAAABVQ/jskhxa2k14c/s320/IMG_2927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510522071646479394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlOoucY19I/AAAAAAAABVY/Ayp2fIhOehs/s1600/IMG_2938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlOoucY19I/AAAAAAAABVY/Ayp2fIhOehs/s320/IMG_2938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510522080633346002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlOpgmsRsI/AAAAAAAABVo/KfcxYBG5nfM/s1600/IMG_2944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlOpgmsRsI/AAAAAAAABVo/KfcxYBG5nfM/s320/IMG_2944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510522094098335426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Finally walked to the flying fox there? Idk where. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlR3l9wCfI/AAAAAAAABWQ/gsBobpIfgV4/s1600/IMG_2947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlR3l9wCfI/AAAAAAAABWQ/gsBobpIfgV4/s320/IMG_2947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510525634590280178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlR3Eo0AXI/AAAAAAAABWI/LbovU2lggkc/s1600/IMG_2948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlR3Eo0AXI/AAAAAAAABWI/LbovU2lggkc/s320/IMG_2948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510525625644089714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... Keep walking. till we saw a lot of people. Then into a room and back to where we began, back to the route. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Went back to Vivo. Diaso then Giant.&lt;br /&gt;Headed home cause I gtg for dinner. D: Uh. Leg was tired, very tired. Feel so exhausted. Haha. But had fun. The 3 of us had the same thinking in the train :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlR2CAIdUI/AAAAAAAABV4/sk_WmHf9s7g/s1600/IMG_2965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlR2CAIdUI/AAAAAAAABV4/sk_WmHf9s7g/s320/IMG_2965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510525607756723522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlSJY_o9oI/AAAAAAAABWY/7D_88AsIuz0/s1600/IMG_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlSJY_o9oI/AAAAAAAABWY/7D_88AsIuz0/s320/IMG_2951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510525940346189442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home then went out again.&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You made me so worried, but you promise already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-3920238092247730061?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3920238092247730061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=3920238092247730061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3920238092247730061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3920238092247730061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/08/finally-meet-up-with-zihui-and-marcus-d.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THlAzfT3hoI/AAAAAAAABSw/VSdZ5qsc2hI/s72-c/IMG_2605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-8890770902464134247</id><published>2010-08-26T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:46:11.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lost how it feels like to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cause my heart is numbed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-8890770902464134247?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8890770902464134247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=8890770902464134247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8890770902464134247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8890770902464134247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-lost-how-it-feels-like-to-be-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-1604261829352855151</id><published>2010-08-25T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:46:38.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THUeI0clGSI/AAAAAAAABSY/UfTnCWg-H4s/s1600/tumblr_l25wo0FrzH1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THUeI0clGSI/AAAAAAAABSY/UfTnCWg-H4s/s320/tumblr_l25wo0FrzH1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509342856023972130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hurrrr. I don't know what I want. So mao dun leh. Results, I know I won't get good results cause I didn't really study.&lt;br /&gt;School's fun. With Jennifer. Haha. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-1604261829352855151?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1604261829352855151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=1604261829352855151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1604261829352855151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1604261829352855151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/08/hurrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/THUeI0clGSI/AAAAAAAABSY/UfTnCWg-H4s/s72-c/tumblr_l25wo0FrzH1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-6850626853991199410</id><published>2010-08-21T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:59:02.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided to Study de today. But. Uncle asked me out. Hehehe. To Japan Festival. It's about Japan. Why not? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Quickly bathe and prepare. Was late. Reached Novena @ 3.45pm. while it was suppose to be 3.30 de. Trained to Tamp then From there we bused to That Place. Which I dont know is what place. Lol. Super funny la him. Anyhow predict one. Haha. Reached there already, was excited. Hehe. BUT, After seeing the queue. Sian diao already lor. Our reaction was like, ohmygod, the queue so long ah! LOL. We didn't went to queue up cause it seems like, by the time we reach to buy tickets = sold out already. HAHA. And probably need few hours to reach the counter lor. Hurrrrrr. Not fair. Lol. Bused back to Tamp. 5.30 already. Hmm. Went to the Cinema to buy tickets for StepUp3. Wanted to watch the Liar Game one lor. Like so nice. HAHA. PopCorn+Drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Show ends at 7.15pm. I guess. haha. So full after eating the popcorn. (: Hmm. Walked around. Kelvin says its already late for me, then we went take Mrt lor. Haha. He pei me until Novena then I bused back home. 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TG_x4ShKdMI/AAAAAAAABSQ/fRUwyKaY3Rs/s1600/IMG_2590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TG_x4ShKdMI/AAAAAAAABSQ/fRUwyKaY3Rs/s320/IMG_2590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507886818643309762" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNCLE. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-6850626853991199410?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6850626853991199410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=6850626853991199410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6850626853991199410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6850626853991199410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/08/decided-to-study-de-today.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TG_x4ShKdMI/AAAAAAAABSQ/fRUwyKaY3Rs/s72-c/IMG_2590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-6924120887276586288</id><published>2010-08-21T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T13:41:12.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How will our life be if we could turn back to the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharkfin soup and crabs for lunch. 4 person jiu 400 liao. Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days, 4 more papers to go. Gonna tolerate. I won't let anything distract me.&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things to solve and so many things to come clear with.&lt;br /&gt;After exams, I hope, We'll have a proper talk.&lt;br /&gt;I know everybody got their own attitude but can't you just change a little bit..&lt;br /&gt;My feelings playing with my thoughts. Somehow, I feel the numb in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what's in your mind now. I want to know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have a adorable voice \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-6924120887276586288?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6924120887276586288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=6924120887276586288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6924120887276586288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/6924120887276586288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-will-our-life-be-if-we-could-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-3852086666779812060</id><published>2010-08-19T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:35:46.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Time flies.And I miss you wu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Didn't went to school today. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I don't care, cause it's the last day I'm gonna see my ChirstieWu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Really enjoyed the days being with them. Shopping and stuffs. Who wouldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And I never knew it could be this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Waiting for them to come to Singapore and now seeing them go into the airport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Although sometimes I might not be able to tolerate Chris' childish attitude, but she's so cute and I miss her already. Gah, And uncle and 3yi and Jasper!!! ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This sucks, I got to wait, For next year to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-3852086666779812060?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3852086666779812060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=3852086666779812060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3852086666779812060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3852086666779812060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-8336465485157395051</id><published>2010-08-16T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:55:43.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry. I regretted.&lt;br /&gt;For treating you like that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm regretting what i've done.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i feel so weird.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-8336465485157395051?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8336465485157395051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=8336465485157395051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8336465485157395051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8336465485157395051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-2254524770889870447</id><published>2010-08-13T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:29:47.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Friday the 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had English test, I didn't understand what the passage is talking about. Who cares. It's over already. Geography confirm guarantee chop fail one la. Alamak. First question already dunno how to answer. LOL. Zai right (:&lt;br /&gt;Was sneezing throughout both tests. and It SUCKS. I'm like the 2nd Yuliang liao lor. Suck la! Used 5 packets of tissue during tests. Omg. Feel so sick. And Chinese is stupid. Chinese suck. Stupid china teacher!!! Fuck your mother. Shit you. Keep aim me one. LOL. Nb. I talk a bit only, jiu say me. Fuckyouuuu. I'm so hyper today that teacher made me stand. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;I saw her bra strap and I was like " Eh! Jennifer, See she wanna seduce people liao. LOL. " Then do the action. I didn't realised she keep looking at me. LOL. SIBEI FUNNY. KEEP LAUGHING LIKE SIAO. She gave me that gl look. Who cares. You stupid old fool.&lt;br /&gt;I went to ask Mr Ong why will have blackout. He so funny one leh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Home and 5.35pm meet Joey. Hehe. Wanted to go bowling. But full liao, no lane. Argh. So went to BBQ Chicken to have our Dinner. I realize that Joey's so like me. We have the same character and stuffs. Awww. And and and. She's so funny. hehe. :)  And Ohmygod. I'm kinda sad that Edwin quit tuition. Stupiddd!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'm lucky today. But guess what. My phone, Dropped from my hand which I dunno why and EVERYTHING DROPPED OUT. -.- Walao eh. Heart pain!!! I'm sneezing, and my nose is going to explode!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-2254524770889870447?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2254524770889870447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=2254524770889870447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2254524770889870447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2254524770889870447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-13.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-1995947176324970429</id><published>2010-08-12T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T21:07:48.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember years ago, someone told me I should take&lt;br /&gt;caution when it comes to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Frist 2 periods was English. Madam Pey got pissed off with us, cause almost everybody never do homework. Of Course, I'm one of them. Hehe. Then she stomped off the class. Everybody start Partying~ She didn't even came in after 2 periods lor. Haha. It always happen.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Rachel Darling. Make me fall. But, lucky leh. I fall with pattern one. HAHA. UNIQUE I KNOW. Instead of falling front, I fall on my butt. (:&lt;br /&gt;Till Math, it was when I start using my brains to think. Serious leh. Cause of the new topic, it's so difficult, That it's Killing my brain cells. Ahhh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fucked up Math&lt;/span&gt;. So irritating -.-&lt;br /&gt;Do until I fall asleep. HAHA. Something happen to me. Jennifer woke me up, saw Miss Pey beside me but Edmund blocked me. Chuatio leh. Suddenly one Miss Pey stand beside you while you sleep. Aiya, also not first time. LOL. then went back sleep again, after awhile, Woke up and suddenly packed my stuffs and told Jennifer to stop doing her Math and go home now, when it's only 1.15. Siao liao.&lt;br /&gt;I'm insane. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow gonna have English test, which I'm ok with.&lt;br /&gt;But Geography. HAHAHAHA. Impossible for me to pass I guess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-1995947176324970429?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1995947176324970429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=1995947176324970429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1995947176324970429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/1995947176324970429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-remember-years-ago-someone-told-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-2295715472273192604</id><published>2010-08-11T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:57:43.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School.&lt;br /&gt;Is.&lt;br /&gt;Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hell no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm now sitting next to Jennifer. Awww. Means no Darling already :(  and I bet we're not gonna study already cause there will always be disturbance from her. HAHA. And I'll go make her laugh dao crazy. And we got to do extra studying alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that. I'm studying. HAHA. I can't believe it too. If I tell Jennifer, she sure laugh like siao one lorrrr. Hor stupid Jennifer. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Now, More close to ErZiiii already. Hehe \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday jiu got Geog and Eng test already. Gonna mug hard.&lt;br /&gt;STUDY! STUDY! STUDY! And go find one angmoh boyfriend after that. HEHEHE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-2295715472273192604?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2295715472273192604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=2295715472273192604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2295715472273192604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/2295715472273192604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/08/school.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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-8792592655914426880.post-7803704699968447897</id><published>2010-08-10T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:39:49.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One month ago, we're still the king and queen of promise.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you'll still remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my 4 days by not studying. Everyday went out, till night.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have tests soon, and I'm not feeling anything now. 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HAHA. Plus mother ask me to wear it cuz of my blisters. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Had lessons -.- that's retarded to have lessons when most of the school don't.&lt;br /&gt;Had NC talent quest and national day thingy, which sucks! No atmosphere one. NCHS Suck. Keep playing with Rachel throughout the day. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;After  that, Went to compass with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel, Jennifer, PeiXuan&lt;/span&gt;. trained to Dhoby  Ghaut. Wanted to watch movie de. But think like waste time + money.  Haha. We're all so hungry, walked around. Went to Hot Tomato to have our  lunch :D&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod. the food there's delicious, but the service like  shit like that. Stupid waitress. Damn rude. LOL. Had my sirloin steak,  medium. Hi5. Ordered the same as Rachel darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2AD3joHbI/AAAAAAAABQw/B8jXUy3YfGw/s1600/IMG_2238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2AD3joHbI/AAAAAAAABQw/B8jXUy3YfGw/s320/IMG_2238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502695123657956786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2Eg6LONmI/AAAAAAAABRY/SU9qObeYvTo/s1600/IMG_2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2Eg6LONmI/AAAAAAAABRY/SU9qObeYvTo/s320/IMG_2248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502700020623619682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2AEpoTKUI/AAAAAAAABRI/XAQDlgTDTMA/s1600/IMG_2245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2AEpoTKUI/AAAAAAAABRI/XAQDlgTDTMA/s320/IMG_2245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502695137099327810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2AEKrfoWI/AAAAAAAABQ4/th-w3CuMQAk/s1600/IMG_2241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2AEKrfoWI/AAAAAAAABQ4/th-w3CuMQAk/s320/IMG_2241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502695128791228770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was super duper full. Total bill was only.. 4o plus. Cheap.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the mall. Oh yeah, went to Build a bear workshop. Went in, then see the bears, a while later got this guy, Which I don't know at all. Smile at me like he know me like that. LOL. Then I gave that blur look. While Jennifer was behind me, I thought He was Jennifer's friend. LOL. Then I asked Jennifer while she asked me the same thing. She thought he was my friend. LOL. So funny la. Both keep laughing. Walk until tired liao, was walking with Rachel while the other two went toilet, this angmoh women came to us. HAHA. Promoting her stuffs, Which make us wanna buy them. HAHA. Unfortunately, we didn't buy. Bought Ice cream, Headed to Arcade. Took Neoprints, 2 times. Super fun. ^^  About 5 plus, Jennifer got to go. So we leave lor .&lt;br /&gt;Saw BigBrother in MRT. Haha! Walked home, Take tuition homework and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Field to meet BigBrother and Jasper.  Bought them water. See them play soccer a while. Then went Tuition. Was tired. Went home, had dinner then went out again. Till 2am. From morning till night, never rest. But I enjoy myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2LAyARu4I/AAAAAAAABSA/L4cMd-5NANM/s1600/IMG_2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2LAyARu4I/AAAAAAAABSA/L4cMd-5NANM/s320/IMG_2281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502707165255809922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2LAv8KNpI/AAAAAAAABR4/kfm6VdMSyOk/s1600/IMG_2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2LAv8KNpI/AAAAAAAABR4/kfm6VdMSyOk/s320/IMG_2303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502707164701669010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2LAMTdvLI/AAAAAAAABRw/EcQyNf7ik8Q/s1600/IMG_2305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2LAMTdvLI/AAAAAAAABRw/EcQyNf7ik8Q/s320/IMG_2305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502707155135741106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2K_9Sk-3I/AAAAAAAABRo/bx9kwEeV0fY/s1600/IMG_2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2K_9Sk-3I/AAAAAAAABRo/bx9kwEeV0fY/s320/IMG_2306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502707151105489778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Went out with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jasper&lt;/span&gt; :) We bused to Bugis. Haha. Went to the popular. Bought stuffs and find markers for big brother. Oh and guess what, Saw Japer's driving license and He look Funny. HAHAHA. [Crazy young anhmog with super long hair which make him look so gay and he was not suppose to smile.] God, I was laughing so crazily. hehe. Went to Bugis, Had lunch @ KFC. Can't finish mine then shared with Jasper :) Finished our cheese. HAHAHA. Angmoh too obsessed with cheese already. Keep feed him until he super full. LOL. Was 4 plus already, Walk around Bugis. Then headed to Bugis Street cause I wanna buy earrings xD Today so many weird people around! Haha. Walked home. About 6 reach home? Leg super suan! Plus tired :@ !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-8675767086195045843?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8675767086195045843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=8675767086195045843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8675767086195045843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/8675767086195045843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC0QDlONc0/TF2LBuEAUsI/AAAAAAAABSI/U4XWm-GmGhg/s72-c/IMG_2267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792592655914426880.post-3097069075289318166</id><published>2010-08-05T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T18:16:58.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Overslept and was late for school. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Went reached class, RyanOh tio move away from me. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;But, now Rachel is sitting with meee! And Jennifer's still behind me:)&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. But PE suck.&lt;br /&gt;My 2.4 km only got 15 minutes plus.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this shoe of mine, which is Soo big and cause me to have 2 gigantic blister. That sucks to the coreee. I could hardly walk. I want a re-test!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. History, had test today. Did study for him. But still confirm guarantee will fail de.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to hating school now. While walking out of school, Saw Mr Tong. Sibei kp sia him. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;Kp so much. Seriously gonna quit CCA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are some moments that I will always remember, Not because they were important. But because you was there. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a fool to think that it'll be true. Cause I thought I didn't mind, and I could change the fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792592655914426880-3097069075289318166?l=love-hardcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3097069075289318166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792592655914426880&amp;postID=3097069075289318166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3097069075289318166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792592655914426880/posts/default/3097069075289318166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-hardcandy.blogspot.com/2010/08/overslept-and-was-late-for-school.html' title=''/><author><name>PRISCILLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710275050884858085</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>
