<?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-11888399</id><updated>2011-08-15T10:24:40.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:The girl with long hair:.</title><subtitle type='html'>.:Does love exist only in fairy tales?:.
Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-115488175652426842</id><published>2006-08-06T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T09:29:16.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i can't wait. it's so near. hope to see you all there then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;by the way, if you're looking out for a wish list, sorry there isn't one. you can ask me straight though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-115488175652426842?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115488175652426842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=115488175652426842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/115488175652426842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/115488175652426842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/08/excited.html' title='excited'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-115488148237633166</id><published>2006-08-06T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T09:24:42.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who would you choose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Say, a man is willing to give you $9 while another man is willing to give you $1000. Which man would you go for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Supposing the man who's willing to give you $9 has only $10. While the man willing to give you $1000 has a million dollars. Now, is your choice still the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just in one of those sophisticated moods. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-115488148237633166?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115488148237633166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=115488148237633166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/115488148237633166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/115488148237633166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-would-you-choose.html' title='who would you choose?'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-115253061216689302</id><published>2006-07-10T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T04:23:32.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;He smiles, he talks, he jokes; just like he did four years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yet he's no longer the same. He no longer stands tall. He no longer has a tummy. He seems to have aged. He has greying hair and lesser hair. He's no longer normal. For now he's on wheels. My heart ached to see him in such a state. I thought I was gonna cry. I could hardly talk. I fought back the tears, and tried to look him in the eye as I talked to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;For a moment, I didn't know which eye to look at. He's paralysed, the left half of him. But he still tried to be positive, telling us he's not a vegetable and how he can walk unaided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;He couldn't bear to part with us. His class was at 1930 hrs. Yet he talked to us till 2000 hrs, overshot by half an hour. Even then, he told us to go for dinner and come back at 2130 hrs, the time which his class ends. He was really happy to see us. I just felt sorry I didn't go to visit him earlier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And my heart aches...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-115253061216689302?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115253061216689302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=115253061216689302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/115253061216689302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/115253061216689302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/07/man.html' title='the man'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-115202901952203824</id><published>2006-07-04T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T09:03:39.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workworkwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Exams ended and here comes hols. But of course can't just slack around right? So i got a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Working five and a half days week. can either choose 8-4.30 or 8.30-5 slot for weekdays. sat would be 8-12.30 or 8.30-1. And every other week i still got my weekend job. now that i can't work on sat, it means i have to work on Sundays 11-7. Argh!! This means that i'm working like every single day. Well, almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm so tired. I'll update again soon. See ya! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-115202901952203824?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115202901952203824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=115202901952203824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/115202901952203824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/115202901952203824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/07/workworkwork.html' title='workworkwork'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-114969644265484370</id><published>2006-06-07T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:07:22.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weakling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Maybe the moody and attitude appearance is but a facade. A mask to hide my weak and vulnerable side. *sigh* i really don't know. so much has happened and is happening. I'm not as strong as i seem. I cry. I cry alot. More so lately, almost every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But i'll be strong. For he needs me. Or at least i think he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'll be happy. After exams, i guess, i won't be so stressed. Hopefully less screwed up too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-114969644265484370?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114969644265484370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=114969644265484370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114969644265484370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114969644265484370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/06/weakling.html' title='weakling'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-114914450612453817</id><published>2006-05-31T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:48:26.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm not sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lately, i seem to be acting weird. Or maybe i am weird? It seems to me that i can't control myself, my temper. Maybe i'm losing my mind. Maybe i'm depressed. Maybe i'm stressed and thus irritable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's exam period. But exams seem to have lost its meaning to me. I don't feel the pressure to study. All that i know is that i don't wanna fail and have to repeat it next year. But i'm not doing anything about it. I sleep alot. I wake up late, around 11, have brunch and sleep till 3 or 4. I study a lil', then take a shower, have dinner, watch tv for a couple of hours before settling down to study. Then, i'll feel like chatting to a friend. But there's nobody i wanna talk to other than my boyfriend, best friend and cousin. The only available option seems to be my best friend. I'd yak away like there's no tomorrow, before going to bed soon after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My emotions. It seems to be getting out of hand. I'm so easily irritable. Little things my bro do pisses me off. But well, it's a passing phase. I get angry easily and i get upset easily. Maybe certain things are not meant to be taken seriously. Maybe it was just a joke. Maybe i'm just stupid and those tears just come easy. By the way, "stupid" seems to be my favourite word these days. Or maybe i've limited vocab. Damn it, i'm stupid, my bro thinks i'm stupid, i think my bro's stupid (actually i don't), i think my friend is stupid, i scold my friend stupid, i describe things as stupid, well you get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just don't know what to do. I don't wanna lose certain things. I feel lost. I may look fine. But what lies beneath that smile? I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I declare myself dead. I'm just not what i used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;...till i get resurrected, watch this space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-114914450612453817?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114914450612453817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=114914450612453817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114914450612453817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114914450612453817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/05/gone.html' title='gone'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-114854866500801436</id><published>2006-05-25T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T02:17:45.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Have you ever had this feeling, like you were connected to someone? Like if that person is tired, or upset, you can feel it too? I don't mean when the person is next to you. I mean, when the two of you are apart (e.g. you at your home and him at his) and the two of you are not talking or texting or anything like that. You feel upset and you think of the other party. You could feel that he's upset too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I think i'm starting to feel it. Or maybe it was there all along, just that i did not realise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-114854866500801436?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114854866500801436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=114854866500801436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114854866500801436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114854866500801436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/05/connection.html' title='connection'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-114854809673192845</id><published>2006-05-25T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T02:08:16.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the mind is like a parachute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;it only works when it's opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-114854809673192845?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114854809673192845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=114854809673192845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114854809673192845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114854809673192845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/05/mind.html' title='mind'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-114787789310657904</id><published>2006-05-17T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T07:58:13.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;extracts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm standing on a bridge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm waiting in the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I thought that you'd be here by now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;There's nothing but the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;No footsteps on the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm listening but there's no sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Isn't anyone tryin to find me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Won't somebody come take me home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's a damn cold night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Trying to figure out this life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wont you take me by the hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Take me somewhere new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm looking for a place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Searching for a face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Is anybody here I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;'Cause nothing's going right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And everythigns a mess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And no one likes to be alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh why is everything so confusing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Maybe I'm just out of my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-114787789310657904?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114787789310657904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=114787789310657904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114787789310657904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114787789310657904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-with-you.html' title='I&apos;m with you'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-114768830191237215</id><published>2006-05-15T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T03:18:21.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's been so long since i last blogged. Well, i was busy mugging for my exams and haven't come online. Not that i finished my paper. I only finished one paper, with three more to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Got no mood to study. Friday is my next paper. Somebody please tell me what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I shall be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now dry your tears and get on with life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-114768830191237215?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114768830191237215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=114768830191237215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114768830191237215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114768830191237215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/05/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-114545709318343109</id><published>2006-04-19T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T07:33:46.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pAn!c r0oM~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today, i woke up around 7 plus am in the morning. Suddenly, panic sinks in. I was at a loss. Exams are nearing. I was barely prepared. I wanna cry. But crying doesn't help. I wanna scream but what's the point? My mind was in a mess, my body was shaking, i wanna throw up, i needed tranquilizers, i was nearing depression, i can imagine myself going into a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched the back of my mind wondering who i should turn to, i hugged myself, i calmed my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was irritable, i was going crazy, i was depressed. I didn't wanna affect anyone so i kept to myself. I was afraid i'd flare at someone, anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons was at 11. I had to leave home around 10. I left home after i calmed down, washed up and ate my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to school, a message came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey babe, are you coming?" it read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She (my classmate) must be early, i thought. I suddenly caught a glimpse of the time. To my horror, it was already 1140, instead of 1040 which i thought it was. I left home at 11 instead of 10! One hour late for class. I couldn't believe myself. Me, the one who always wonder how people can be 20 mins late for class. Always found it exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day. A bad one at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-114545709318343109?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114545709318343109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=114545709318343109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114545709318343109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114545709318343109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/04/panc-r0om.html' title='pAn!c r0oM~'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-114525930509044613</id><published>2006-04-17T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T00:47:24.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Married!!</title><content type='html'>You scored as &lt;b&gt;Married&lt;/b&gt;. You will get married, for you like being with another person. Someone to share your life with. The longing for children are not the primary cause for you choosing to be with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;M. W. Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'55'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;55%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Single by mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Single by choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'35'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;35%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;Will you stay single or get married? *pics*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-114525930509044613?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114525930509044613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=114525930509044613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114525930509044613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114525930509044613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/04/married.html' title='Married!!'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-114525765641313217</id><published>2006-04-17T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T00:07:36.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to recruit the right person for the job?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Put about 100 bricks in some particular order in a closed room with an open window. Then send 2 or 3 candidates in the room and close the door. Leave them alone and come back after 6 hours and then analyze the situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If they are counting the bricks. Put them in the accounts department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If they are recounting them. Put them in auditing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If they have messed up the whole place with the bricks. Put them in engineering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If they are arranging the bricks in some strange order. Put them in planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If they are throwing the bricks at each other. Put them in operations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If they are sleeping. Put them in security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If they have broken the bricks into pieces. Put them in information technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If they are sitting idle. Put them in human resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If they say they have tried different combinations, yet not a brick has been moved. Put them in sales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If they have already left for the day. Put them in marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If they are staring out of the window. Put them on strategic planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And then last but not least. If they are talking to each other and not a single brick has been moved. Congratulate them and put them in top management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-114525765641313217?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114525765641313217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=114525765641313217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114525765641313217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114525765641313217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-to-recruit-right-person-for-job.html' title='How to recruit the right person for the job?'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-114450405024128929</id><published>2006-04-08T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T06:47:30.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's right, that is how i spent these two days. Eating, celebrating grandmere and daddy's birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;. . . yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;buffet at vienna, i had...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;cereal prawns, herbal prawns, tiger prawns, baked prawns, baked oyster, chilli mussels, abalone, sharks fin soup, "buddha jump over the wall" soup, crocodile meat soup, chilli crabs, fried rice, dory, roast beef, lamb, cheese cake, fruit cake, chocolate cake, oreo cheesecake, chocolate fondue with marshmallow and grapes, ice-cream, fruit yoghurt, jelly, cocktails, juices! yums!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;followed by tea at hk central...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ice milk tea with grass jelly, french toast and spicy chicken wings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;. . . today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;dinner at thai restaurant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;shark's fin soup, braised fish maw and sea cucumber, spinach with wolfberries, chilli crab, fried tofu thai style, fish, mango with glutinous rice, red ruby, chendol and mango pudding!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;really getting fatter. don't understand why people still say i'm skinny, thin, lean and that kinda shit. oh whatever. lol. gonna grab a bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-114450405024128929?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114450405024128929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=114450405024128929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114450405024128929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114450405024128929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/04/food.html' title='FOOD'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-114382429419986577</id><published>2006-03-31T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T08:58:14.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;why are you trying so hard (to fit in)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;how come everyone else's kids can study but not mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;so skinny till you're ugly still think you're pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;she's so bimbotic and go around announcing to the world (the stupid things i did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;it's a competitive world (when i tried to borrow notes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;sometimes, certain things you say can hurt. Maybe you didn't mean it or your brain didn't process it. I admit i said a fair share of mean things and hurt people i love. but these are just a few examples of what i got. They may have said it in my face, or behind my back; but it doesn't matter does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-114382429419986577?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114382429419986577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=114382429419986577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114382429419986577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114382429419986577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/03/meanie.html' title='meanie'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-114225970238036966</id><published>2006-03-13T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T06:21:42.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So sad, i nearly cried. i had to hold back my tears, looking away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;all it took was just one phone call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;His dog died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Never knew i'd feel so upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Never knew it'd come so soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yesterday when i saw it, it didn't look well;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;it didn't wanna eat, it didn't wanna move when you call it from a distance;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;it was breathing so hard, it was looking so sad and so distant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And today, it was gone. For good. Just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It made me wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;should i really get a dog in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;it's not my dog and i'm this upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;how would i feel if my very own dog dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-114225970238036966?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114225970238036966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=114225970238036966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114225970238036966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114225970238036966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/03/grief.html' title='grief'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-114071529745578312</id><published>2006-02-23T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T09:21:37.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;(Lindsay Lohan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Saturday steppin' into the club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The music makes me wanna tell the DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Turn It Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I feel the energy all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And my body can't stop moving to the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I can tell that you're watching me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And you're probably gonna write what you didn't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well I just need a little space to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can you please respect my privacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why can't you just let me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do the things I wanna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just wanna be me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't understand why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Would you wanna bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm only having fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm gonna live my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;(but not the way you want me to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm tired of rumors starting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm sick of being followed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm tired of people lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saying what they want about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why can't they back up off me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why can't they let me live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm gonna do it my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Take this for just what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Here we are back up in the club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;People taking pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Don't you think they get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just wanna be all over the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And throw my hands up in the air to a beat like (What?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I've gotta say respectfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I would like it if you take the cameras off of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;'Cause I just want a little room to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can you please respect my privacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why can't you just let me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do the things I wanna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just wanna be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't understand why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Would you wanna bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm only having fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm gonna live my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But not the way you want me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm tired of rumors starting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm sick of being followed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm tired of people lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saying what they want about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why can't they back up off me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why can't they let me live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm gonna do it my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Take this for just what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just need to free my mind (my mind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just wanna dance and have a good time (good time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm tired of rumors (rumors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Followed (followed, followed, followed, followed, followed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;What they (follow) me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why can't they (they they they-they-they) let me live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Take this for just what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm tired of rumors starting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm sick of being followed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm tired of people lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saying what they want about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why can't they back up off me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why can't they let me live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm gonna do it my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Take this for just what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm tired of rumors starting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm sick of being followed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm tired of people lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saying what they want about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why can't they back up off me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;why can't they let me live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm gonna do it my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Take this for just what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When people wanna find out about me, why can't they ask me straight in the face. HELLO! I'm here! Why go ask my friends about it? Do they know me better than i know myself? Nah, i don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;AND!! Don't comment on a couple's compatibility. Why are you so judgemental, judging people on looks? What do you know? You know shit. You got no right anyway, you ain't that gorgeous are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Stop bitching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Stop probing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You make me sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-114071529745578312?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114071529745578312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=114071529745578312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114071529745578312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114071529745578312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/rumours.html' title='Rumours'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-114024263577396886</id><published>2006-02-17T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:03:55.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Don't you just hate it when you have to create conversation with people you're not that close to? You talk about serious stuff, *yawnz* what a bore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Take CNY for example, you meet relatives who you seldom meet, some of which you only see once a year. And of course, there's the "happy new year" and the hand-shakes. After everyone settles down, there is the, "are you studying or graduated", "where you studying at", "what course" and "when do you graduate". And as if one round of that is not enough, a few relatives will actually take turn to ask you. So after a while, you just throw out a whole string of answers before they even complete their first question. *laughs* just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Then, recently there's the over-rated valentines day. Restaurants have costly set meals for couples. The ala-carte menu is gone for a day, meaning you can't satisfy your cravings. If you were having one that is. Then there is the way-overpriced flowers. A miserable stalk in that cellophane plastic cover for what..eight bucks?! My goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyway, back to my point. Before valentines day, people will ask what are you doing on that day itself, what are you going to buy and after that day, it's what did you get, where did you go. Well, you get the idea. For me, i didn't go anywhere and didn't get anything so stop asking. I mean, i'm fine with not getting anything and not going anywhere. I chose not to go out anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I think i'm kinda going out of point. So let's just end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-114024263577396886?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114024263577396886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=114024263577396886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114024263577396886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/114024263577396886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/conversations.html' title='conversations'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-113958705347295585</id><published>2006-02-10T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T08:00:48.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;To the one who thinks i'm evil&lt;br /&gt;To the one whom my best friend thinks is not exactly charming and not so manly&lt;br /&gt;To the one who is forgetful&lt;br /&gt;To the one who is so blur yet thinks i'm worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the good times and the bad&lt;br /&gt;For the sweet memories and awkward moments&lt;br /&gt;For the late night phone calls and gossips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;For being a brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your birthday, you're finally a MAN!!&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113958705347295585?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113958705347295585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113958705347295585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113958705347295585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113958705347295585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-you.html' title='To you'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-113924068754435469</id><published>2006-02-06T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T07:44:47.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so broke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm so damn broke. I predict that this year, there is almost no way i can save up and build up my fast depleting bank account. I'm turning 21 this year and so are my friends. People will be celebrating their birthdays and gotta buy them gifts. 21 marks the end of childhood and teenage years and the first year as an adult legally. It's such a big thing that you can't just buy your friend any cheapskate gift (not that you should in any other years). We usually get something decent and presentable (i.e. costly) That's why i'm rather broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;To make matters worse, valentine's day is round the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I've got to admit, i can be rather generous when it comes to people close to my heart. However, that is not exactly pocket-friendly or bank account-friendly if you know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh well, it's such an exciting year and i really shouldn't be complaining. Money isn't everything, or is it? *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113924068754435469?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113924068754435469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113924068754435469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113924068754435469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113924068754435469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-broke.html' title='so broke'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-113850973077893195</id><published>2006-01-28T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T20:42:10.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;to one and all. Have a prosperous year ahead and lots of red packets!! *muack*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113850973077893195?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113850973077893195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113850973077893195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113850973077893195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113850973077893195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-113802149372937626</id><published>2006-01-23T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T05:04:53.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when nature calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Have i ever mentioned how much i detests dirty stinky toilets? What? I haven't told you? Well i'm telling you now; i HATE dirty stinking toilets! But then again, who in the right mind would like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;There are two types of bowls, the squatting type and the sitting type. I prefer the sitting type for the simplest reasons. Firstly, you have to squat, which is tiring. Then, i find myself being too close to the pee and shit for comfort. Also, the area around the bowl is, more often than not, wet, and you won't know if it's pee or just water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today i was in school and i went into a cubicle. It reeks of urine smell. The area on the floor around the bowl was wet. It's the sitting kind, mind you. If it's pee, i wonder how a person could miss the bowl and pee on the floor instead. The toilet roll was strewn all over the floor, maybe a desperate attempt to clean up the mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Then there are times when the flush is out of order and the toilet is so full of shit (quite literally) and there's also toilet paper and maybe traces of blood. You just have to use it lest you want to pee in your pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm totally terrified when i go abroad to countryside where there isn't a proper sewage system. You do your business into this hole filled with water. After you're done, you scoop water from this other pail to pour into the hole to flush your deposits away. Not to mention flies lurking around and mosquito lavae in the corner of the room ominously. You hurriedly get it over and done with and flee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Of course, not all toilets are that bad. Some proves to be quite and experience. They are clean, air-conditioned and have music playing in the background. Every few seconds, air freshener will be released. There are huge mirrors and even couches. It lives up to the name of "restroom". A room for resting indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113802149372937626?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113802149372937626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113802149372937626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113802149372937626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113802149372937626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-nature-calls.html' title='when nature calls'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-113768374252782174</id><published>2006-01-19T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T07:15:42.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>think about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;How would you react when you see someone you haven't met for a long time? Well, i guess it depends on who it is; whether it's a friend or just merely an acquaintance. Anyway today i met two; a friend and an acquaintance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Let's start with the acquaintance. She saw me from afar. She did not smile. Her face was a mixture of, i don't know, disgust and disappointment? I smiled, waved and said hi. Her reply was a half-hearted of wave and a weak smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It was disappointing. I hate it whenever i get excited seeing someone i know and smiling only to get a not-too-enthusiastic response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;After that i met a friend and we stood aside and catch up for a while. Both of us were chipy and enthusiastic. It made my day after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I usually don't bump into people when i go out. But if i do bump into people with the not-so-positive response, well i'd rather not run into anyone then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113768374252782174?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113768374252782174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113768374252782174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113768374252782174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113768374252782174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/01/think-about-it.html' title='think about it'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-113751423012500283</id><published>2006-01-17T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T08:10:30.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C-R-Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i wonder if anyone have tears that fall as easily as mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;They fall when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'm sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'm angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'm vexed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'm confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'm touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'm exhilarated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'm in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'm laughing too hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'm yawning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I practically cry in any situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*sobsob* *sniffsniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113751423012500283?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113751423012500283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113751423012500283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113751423012500283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113751423012500283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/01/c-r-y.html' title='C-R-Y'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-113708389477012754</id><published>2006-01-12T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T08:38:14.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>t-i-r-e-d</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Really tired man. Haven't felt this way in a long time. I fell asleep in class, couldn't wake up. My friends just let me sleep, my head falling all over the place. After class i came home, ate, then totally knocked out. i think i slept for about 3 hours till i awoke to my mum shouting for my bro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's been a busy period. Christmas, New year, school, lots of going out and returning home late. Maybe that explains why i'm so tired. And there's chinese new year, brother's birthday, valentines' day and joy's birthday coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I need:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;to study (mock exams in Feb/March and exams in May)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;to sleep (my eyes are really dry and irritated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;money (valentines' day, friends' 21st birthday and not to mention my own birthday which requires $$ to organise a party)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Off to bed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113708389477012754?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113708389477012754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113708389477012754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113708389477012754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113708389477012754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/01/t-i-r-e-d.html' title='t-i-r-e-d'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-113613792284537302</id><published>2006-01-01T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T09:52:02.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Here's wishing everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;May the year ahead be a fufiling one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*muackz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113613792284537302?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113613792284537302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113613792284537302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113613792284537302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113613792284537302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-113613720220122219</id><published>2006-01-01T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T06:31:55.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ultimate x'mas poll results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Here's the long awaited results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;(i) represents the winner and (ii) &amp; (iii) represents the runner-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the number in brackets represents the number of votes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. Who is the friendliest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Ee Suan (9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Kelvin &amp;amp; Shamim (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. The person with the best smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Ee Suan (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Joycelyn (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;iii: Vincent &amp; Sherlin (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. Who is the sweetest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Michelle (8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Ee Suan (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;iii: Joycelyn (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. Name the most sporting person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Kelvin (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Zijie &amp;amp; Dennis (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. Who is the most cuddly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Zijie (15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Joycelyn, Minsi &amp; Yihan (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. The person who looks the most knowledgeable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Jeff (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Dennis &amp;amp; Koklong (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;7. The one with the most "attitude" face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Koklong (6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Weiqin (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;iii: Jeff &amp; Minsi (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;8. Name the one who looks the most wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Weiqin (5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Michelle (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;iii: Zijie, Joycelyn &amp;amp; Sherlin (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;9. Who made the most impact on you tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i: Zijie, Weiqin &amp; Vincent (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Zijie walked away with the award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;10. The one with THE Hottest Bod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Zijie (9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Dennis &amp;amp; Zhijian (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;11. The prettiest girl here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Sherlin (8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Joycelyn (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;iii: Ee Suan (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;12. The most handsome guy here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Jeff (5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Zijie (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;iii: Zhijian (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;13. Who's the best dressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Minsi &amp; Zijie (6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Yihan (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;14. Who has the most beautiful hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Ee Suan (7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Minsi (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;iii: Sherlin &amp;amp; Qorrine (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;15. The one with the most funky hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Michelle (8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Zijie (5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;iii: Shuyi (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;16. Who do you want to be trapped with on an island?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Nicholas &amp; Zijie (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Yihan, Sherlin, Danny &amp;amp; Qorrine (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nicholas walked away with the award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;17. Who looks like the ideal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;a. boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Dennis (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Zijie &amp; Zhijian (3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;b. girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Qorrine (5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Sherlin (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;iii: Michelle (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;iv: Vincent (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;18. The person you most want to kiss under the mistletoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Zijie (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Danny &amp;amp; Ee Suan (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;19. Who do you think deserves to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;a. "Mr Personality"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Vincent &amp; Zijie (5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Dennis (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Vincent walked away with the award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;b. "Miss Personality"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Joycelyn (7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Ee Suan (6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;iii: Michelle &amp;amp; Minsi (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;20. Name our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;a. BBQ King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Kelvin &amp;amp; Zijie (6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Dennis (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kelvin walked away with the award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;b. BBQ Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i : Ee Suan (9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ii : Joycelyn (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;iii: Michelle (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113613720220122219?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113613720220122219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113613720220122219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113613720220122219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113613720220122219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2006/01/ultimate-xmas-poll-results.html' title='The ultimate x&apos;mas poll results'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-113569271544622928</id><published>2005-12-27T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T06:25:56.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a post-christmas post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;For those who didn't know, i had a chalet from the 24th to the 26th of Dec. I'd like to extend my gratitude to all those who made it happened, from those who helped out to those who simply made their presence felt. Mainly: Joy, Kelvin, Vincent, Zijie, Koklong, Shuyi, Yi Han, Zhijian, Nicholas, Jeff, Weiqin, Clayton, Qorrine, Sherlin, Danny, Shamim, Dennis, Chun Rong, Michelle, Minsi, Kenneth Zhang, Elisa and boyfriend Jon, Yaosheng, Bernard, Kenneth Kwan and my beloved. No thanks to those who promised to come but bailed out on me the last minute, especially those chain reactions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;We had the "ultimate x'mas poll" on 24th, the x'mas eve while bbq-ing. (the results of the poll will be posted soon). Followed by gift exchange, log cake and wine. On the 25th, we played soccer, swam, had steamboat for dinner and played drinking games and card games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Christmas is a season of giving, of course there were presents involved!! I got a mother-of-pearl and diamond necklace from my guy, mascara from joy, sigg bottle from vincent, 2006 princess diaries and "rule of life" book from danny, box of almond chocolates from bernard, mint sweets from Michelle and Minsi, handphone accessory from Gary. Thanks for the presents. *muackz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyone wants to organise a Christmas party next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113569271544622928?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113569271544622928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113569271544622928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113569271544622928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113569271544622928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/12/post-christmas-post.html' title='a post-christmas post'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-113413417213823013</id><published>2005-12-09T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T05:16:12.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i want for Christmas is you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;[originally by Mariah Carey]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don’t want a lot for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;There is just one thing I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Baby all I want for Christmas is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don’t want a lot for Christmas there is just one thing I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don’t need to hang my stocking way above the fireplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Santa Clause won't make me happy with a toy on Christmas day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I just want you for my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh baby all I want for Christmas is you, you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I wont ask for much this Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I wont even wish oh I wont even wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I wont even wish for snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I’m just gonna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I wont make a list and send it to the North Pole for St Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wont even stay awake to hear the magic reindeer play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cause I just want you here tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Holdin on to me so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;What more can I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh baby all I want for Christmas is you, oh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh our lives are shinin surrounding everywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Where the sounds of children’s laughter fills the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And everyone is singin' oh I hear those sleigh bells ringin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Santa wont you bring me the one I really need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wont you bring back my baby to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh I don’t want a lot for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;This is all I’m askin for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just want to see my baby standing right outside my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is you, you, its you, you, oh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All I want is you [x4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You, you, you, you, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;With 16 more days to Christmas, i thought i could help by getting you into the festive spirit. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113413417213823013?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113413417213823013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113413417213823013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113413417213823013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113413417213823013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html' title='All i want for Christmas is you!'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-113379607663290311</id><published>2005-12-05T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T07:21:16.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furniture for sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyone who happens to be looking for a queen size leather bed or five piece dining set? Do contact me. (within Singapore only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyway, twenty more days to Christmas. One more day to mock exams. And i'm barely prepared. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113379607663290311?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113379607663290311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113379607663290311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113379607663290311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113379607663290311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/12/furniture-for-sale.html' title='Furniture for sale'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-113344508297190973</id><published>2005-12-01T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T05:52:43.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>0112</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;First day of December, twenty-four more days to Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Having my mock exams next week, boy am i dead. Haven't been studying, haven't been paying attention in class. Shall study later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The silence is deafening, the darkness is blinding, the walls are closing in but i shall have no fear 'cos i've got you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113344508297190973?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113344508297190973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113344508297190973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113344508297190973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113344508297190973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/12/0112.html' title='0112'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-113195221585552957</id><published>2005-11-14T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:10:15.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your ideal relationship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Serious Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/serious-dating.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not ready to go walking down the aisle.But you may be ready in a couple of years.You prefer to date one on one, with a commitment.And while chemistry is important, so is compatibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113195221585552957?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113195221585552957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113195221585552957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113195221585552957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113195221585552957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/11/whats-your-ideal-relationship.html' title='What&apos;s your ideal relationship?'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-113155157468988435</id><published>2005-11-09T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T07:52:54.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Have you ever thought what would it be like to be an idol? Well, i haven't. I know about losing freedom and privacy (that's what they say isn't it?) but i never really imagine the fear. Oh well, until last night that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;you'll be swarmed by throngs of fans. mostly those secondary school "kids" who worship you because you're good-looking. they scream your name, ask you to sign on photographs, posters or whatever and make you take pictures with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;some act chummy with you, acting as if they know you really well and throw in words of encouragement like, "hey so-and-so, you did well just now". come on, get a grip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;there are those who come running after you. woa, that is scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;you can't say out loud where you are going (to your friends) i mean, i'm rather soft-spoken but i think even that will not do, you really gotta whisper. either that or your friends gotta lip-read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;no matter what, you gotta smile and be polite and sweet. i mean, they are your fans and you need them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113155157468988435?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113155157468988435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113155157468988435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113155157468988435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113155157468988435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/11/idol.html' title='Idol'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-113068655284767003</id><published>2005-10-30T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T07:43:59.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been hurt before</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Once bitten twice shy" they say. Maybe after you've been hurt, you're scared, you wanna protect yourself and never be put through the pain again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's love for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love - it brings immense happiness to some and intense sadness to others. Those that have been through the period of extreme misery would never want to be subjected to it again. Those nights they cried themselves to sleep, the heartache they suffered, the feeling of betrayal and disappointment, the millions of "whys" and "what ifs" that ran through the head. It's almost too much to bear and definitely something one will not want to go through again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But does that mean you're never gonna love again? Just cos it's a risk you never wanna take? Well, ultimately it's an individual's choice, to stay single. But be gentle with the hearts of those around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Don't let people fall if you never meant to catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113068655284767003?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113068655284767003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113068655284767003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113068655284767003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113068655284767003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/been-hurt-before.html' title='Been hurt before'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-113068401506355599</id><published>2005-10-30T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T06:57:52.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>expectation = disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Disappointment comes with expectation. Never expect and you shall never be disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113068401506355599?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113068401506355599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113068401506355599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113068401506355599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113068401506355599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/expectation-disappointment.html' title='expectation = disappointment'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-113016314861894076</id><published>2005-10-24T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T07:12:28.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very long engagement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The other day, i received a sms from this classmate of mine. She invited me for her birthday and engagement celebration. She's just one year older than i am. I told her i'd make time for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Few days back, i asked yet another classmate of mine about the purple gold ring on her finger (right hand middle finger to be exact) only to find out that it's for engagement. She's the same age as me.  Another girl friend who was there turned to me and asked, "when is it gonna be our turn?" i just laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;These made me think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do they really know what they want or is it an impulsive moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Is age really catching up and people see the need to settle down or is it really true love and they found "the one" to spend the rest of their lives with? I hope it's the latter and i sincerely give them my blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So when will mine be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's something that will not be happening in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A long way more to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;After all, i'm still young. Or am i? *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-113016314861894076?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113016314861894076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=113016314861894076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113016314861894076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/113016314861894076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/very-long-engagement.html' title='A very long engagement'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-112989448187268021</id><published>2005-10-21T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T04:34:41.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sometimes, or many times rather, people do things which are beyond my comprehension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112989448187268021?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112989448187268021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112989448187268021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112989448187268021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112989448187268021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112963674132377604</id><published>2005-10-18T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T04:59:01.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The human body was never meant to consume rice! You see, our genes have hardly changed in more than 30,000 years. However, our food choices and lifestyle have changed dramatically. The caveman would hardly recognize our food or way of life. Caveman food was never cooked as fire was not yet tamed. Thus, he ate only those foods that you can eat without treatment with or by fire. He ate fruits, vegetables, fish, eggs, nuts and meat. Yes, even meat. You can even eat meat raw if you were starving in the forest. You have the necessary enzymes to digest meat. However, rice, like wheat and corn, cannot be eaten raw. It must be cooked. Even if you were starving in the desert, you cannot eat rice in the raw form. This is because we do not have the system of enzymes to break rice down. You were never meant to eat rice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;To make matters worse, you not only eat rice, but also make it the bulk of your food. In some parts of Asia, rice forms up to 85% of the plate. Even if you take rice, keep it to a minimum. Remember, it is only for your tongue - not your body. Actually, rice and other grains like wheat and corn are actually worse than sugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;There are many reasons: Rice becomes sugar - lots of it. This is a fact that no nutritionist can deny: rice is chemically no different from sugar. One bowl of cooked rice is the caloric equal of 10 teaspoons of sugar. This does not matter whether it is white, brown or herbal rice. Brown rice is richer in fibre, some B vitamins and minerals but it is still the caloric equal of 10 teaspoons of sugar. To get the same 10 teaspoons of sugar, you need to consume lots of kangkong - 10 bowls of it. Rice is digested to become sugar. Rice cannot be digested before it is thoroughly cooked. However, when thoroughly cooked, it becomes sugar and spikes circulating blood sugar within half an hour - almost as quickly as it would if you took a sugar candy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rice is very low in the "rainbow of anti-oxidants"  This complete anti-oxidant rainbow is necessary for the effective and safe utilisation of sugar. Fruits come with a sugar called fructose. However, they are not empty calories as the fruit is packed with a whole host of other nutrients that help its proper assimilation and digestion. Rice has no fibre. The fibre of the kangkong fills you up long before your blood sugar spikes. This is because the fibre bulks and fills up your stomach. Since white rice has no fibre, you end up eating lots of "calorie dense" food before you get filled up. Brown rice has more fibre but still the same amount of sugar. Rice is tasteless -  Sugar is sweet. There is only so much that you can eat at one sitting. How many teaspoons of sugar can you eat before you feel like throwing up? Could you imagine eating 10 teaspoons of sugar in one seating? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rice is always the main part of the meal - While sugar may fill your dessert or sweeten your coffee, it will never be the main part of any meal. You could eat maybe two to three teaspoons of sugar at one meal. However, you could easily eat the equal value of two to three bowls (20 - 30 teaspoons) of sugar in one meal. There is no real "built in" mechanism forus to prevent overeating of rice. How much kangkong can you eat? How much fried chicken can you eat? How much steamed fish can you eat? Think about that! In one seating, you cannot take lots of chicken, fish or cucumber, but you can take lots of rice. Eating rice causes you to eat more salt. As rice is tasteless, you tend to consume more salt - another villain when it comes to high blood pressure. You tend to take more curry that has salt to help flavor rice. We also tend to consume more ketchup and soy sauce which are also rich in salt. Eating rice causes you to drink less water. The more rice you eat, the less water you will drink as there is no mechanism to prevent the overeating of rice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rice, wheat and corn come hidden in our daily food. As rice is tasteless, it tends to end up in other foods that substitute rice like rice flour, noodles and bread. We tend to eat the hidden forms which still get digested into sugar. Rice, even when cooked, is difficult to digest. Can't eat raw rice? Try eating rice half-cooked. Contrary to popular belief, rice is very difficult to digest. It is "heavy stuff". If you have problems with digestion, try skipping rice for a few days. You will be amazed at how the problem will just go away. Rice prevents the absorption of several vitamins and minerals. Rice when taken in bulk will reduce the absorption of vital nutrients like zinc, iron and the B vitamins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Are you a rice addict? Going rice-less may not be easy but you can go rice-less. Eating less rice could be alot easier than you think. Here are some strategies that you can pursue in your quest to eat less rice: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Eat less rice - Cut your rice by half. Barry Sears, author of the Zone Diet, advises "eating rice like spice". Instead, increase your fruits and vegetables. Take more lean meats and fish. You can even take more eggs and nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Have "riceless" meals. Take no rice or wheat at say, breakfast. Go for eggs instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go on "riceless" days - Go "western" once a week. Take no rice and breads for one day every week. That can't be too difficult. Appreciate the richness of your food. Go for taste, colors and smells. Make eating a culinary delight. Enjoy your food in the original flavors. Avoid the salt shaker or ketchup. You will automatically eat less rice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Eat your fruit dessert before your meals. The fibre rich fruits will "bulk up" in your stomach. Thus, you will eat less rice and more fruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112963674132377604?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112963674132377604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112963674132377604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112963674132377604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112963674132377604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/rice.html' title='Rice'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-112963472303531749</id><published>2005-10-18T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T04:25:23.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Jeannie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I've known you since you were born; watched you transform from this bespectacled short hair girl to now, this pretty lady with long straight hair. Time really flies doesn't it? On this very day, you're 17! May you become more beautiful with every passing day and sweep many guys off their feet. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happy 17th birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love ya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;suanz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112963472303531749?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112963472303531749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112963472303531749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112963472303531749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112963472303531749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/dearest-jeannie.html' title='Dearest Jeannie'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112928567708366002</id><published>2005-10-14T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T03:27:57.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;James Blunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Beautiful dawn - lights up the shore for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;There is nothing else in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'd rather wake up and see (with you).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Beautiful dawn - I'm just chasing time again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Thought I would die a lonely man, in endless night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But now I'm high; running wild among all the stars above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Beautiful dawn - melt with the stars again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do you remember the day when my journey began?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Will you remember the end (of time)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Beautiful dawn - You're just blowing my mind again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Thought I was born to endless night, until you shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;High; running wild among all the stars above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Will you be my shoulder when I'm grey and older?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Promise me tomorrow starts with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Getting high; running wild among all the stars above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112928567708366002?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112928567708366002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112928567708366002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112928567708366002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112928567708366002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/high.html' title='High'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112860932810432067</id><published>2005-10-06T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T07:35:28.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive = Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Forgiveness is the sole expression of love in its purest form. One that cannot forgive can never love completely."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112860932810432067?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112860932810432067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112860932810432067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112860932810432067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112860932810432067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/forgive-love.html' title='Forgive = Love'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112860890716849204</id><published>2005-10-06T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T07:28:27.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm standing on a bridge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm waiting in the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I thought that you'd be here by now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;There's nothing but the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;No footsteps on the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm listening but there's no sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Isn't anyone tryin to find me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Won't somebody come take me home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's a damn cold night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Trying to figure out this life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wont you take me by the hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Take me somewhere new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't know who you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But I... I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm looking for a place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Searching for a face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Is anybody here I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;'Cause nothing's going right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And everythigns a mess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And no one likes to be alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Isn't anyone trying to find me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Won't somebody come take me home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's a damn cold night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Trying to figure out this life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wont you take me by the hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;take me somewhere new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't know who you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But I... I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh why is everything so confusing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Maybe I'm just out of my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yea yea yea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's a damn cold night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Trying to figure out this life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Won't you take me by the hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;take me somewhere new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't know who you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But I... I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Take me by the hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Take me somewhere new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't know who you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But I... I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Take me by the hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Take me somewhere new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't know who you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But I... I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112860890716849204?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112860890716849204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112860890716849204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112860890716849204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112860890716849204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-with-you.html' title='I&apos;m with you'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112852563448136938</id><published>2005-10-05T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T07:32:29.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;blood flowing non-stop, staining my clothes and my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;blood on the yellow lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;laughing hysterically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;crying while laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I think when there's pain and blood, I dont know how to react. I laugh and cry at the same time. The other time i got a cut on my finger and there was blood, I couldn't stop laughing. I think laughing is a way of suppressing the emotions (like pain) hidden underneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112852563448136938?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112852563448136938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112852563448136938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112852563448136938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112852563448136938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-my-mind.html' title='On my mind...'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112748499226837952</id><published>2005-09-23T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T07:16:32.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 signs that i'm obsessed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;...with my handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I will never leave home without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When at home, I bring it around wherever i go. Yes, even to the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I pick up call and reply sms when in the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My phone bill was $75 the previous month when my plan is only $33 including 1000 free sms, 100 mins free outgoing and free incoming from 7pm to 7am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;There are 6 more days to go before the end of the month and according to the message counter, I have already sent 999 messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;This is madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112748499226837952?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112748499226837952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112748499226837952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112748499226837952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112748499226837952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/5-signs-that-im-obsessed.html' title='5 signs that i&apos;m obsessed...'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-112740097065382968</id><published>2005-09-22T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:01:18.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;James Blunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My love is pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;She was with another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fucking high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I love this song. So much that i think i'm gonna buy his album even though this is the only song i know. But i was told it's a sad album so i guess i'm not gonna buy it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112740097065382968?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112740097065382968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112740097065382968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112740097065382968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112740097065382968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/youre-beautiful.html' title='You&apos;re beautiful'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-112739805155022292</id><published>2005-09-22T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:04:28.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Problem: Thinking too much. It makes things very blown out of proportion (in the head that is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Solution: Don't think. Things will just get better somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Problem: Missing someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Solution: see that person and you won't miss that person so much anymore. if not, call or sms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Problem: Song ringing in your ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Solution: Listen to that song. That is the only way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Problem: Dry eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Solution: I can tell people that my eyes hurt when tears are welling up. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Problem: Blocked/runny nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Solution: When upset and nose starts to get stuffy, you can say it's always like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112739805155022292?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112739805155022292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112739805155022292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112739805155022292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112739805155022292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-problems.html' title='My problems'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112731996115400444</id><published>2005-09-22T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:26:01.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The one who can make you happy, make you smile, is also the one who can hurt you the most. Simply because he/she means so much to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112731996115400444?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112731996115400444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112731996115400444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112731996115400444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112731996115400444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/paradox.html' title='Paradox'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112645479574449093</id><published>2005-09-11T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T09:10:19.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>East-coast park</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sun-kissed. Fair people tend to get sunburn more easily. Only i was burnt. Maybe i should invest in a bottle of sun block lotion. But then again, i don't go out in the sun that often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Woah..." Why do people make roller-blading seem so easy? Or maybe it's just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Unpredictability. One moment the Sun was scorching (which caused me to get sun burn), before you know it, it's pouring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Helping hand. At times, it's very much appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Time. Time flies when you're having fun. Time flies when you're stoning too. Can't believe i spent more than an hour waiting without realising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Leftie. I'm a right-hander and my left hand is retarded. Other than carrying shopping bags, tying laces and occasionally using chopsticks and writing, there's no major tasks it can do. Just leave it alone, stop challenging it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bank. POSB/DBS is the worst of the few banks in Singapore. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Food. People who are not fat eating a lot can me quite an appetite booster. Or at least to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pool. Stripes or solid? Accuracy, precision and physics are all that matters. Unfortunately, my physics is poor, i'm inaccurate and unprecise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Aches. Muscle aches are inevitable for someone who doesn't exercise. That's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112645479574449093?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112645479574449093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112645479574449093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112645479574449093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112645479574449093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/east-coast-park.html' title='East-coast park'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112619965396836663</id><published>2005-09-09T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T10:16:45.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your view on yourself: You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for: You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship: You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The seriousness of your love: Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your views on education: Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The right job for you: You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;How do you view success: Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;What are you most afraid of: You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Who is your true self: You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Try it yourself at: &lt;a href="http://quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112619965396836663?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112619965396836663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112619965396836663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112619965396836663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112619965396836663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/about-me.html' title='About me'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112619568920559581</id><published>2005-09-09T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:08:09.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is an asset</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Basic Accounting Equation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Assets = Liabilities + Capital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Assets: Assets, in simple term, are things which you own. They are rights to future benefits arising from past transactions. They consist of the following characteristics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A probable future benefit exists.&lt;/span&gt; If you're in a relationship, there is a probable future benefit. If marriage is a benefit for you, there is a chance of getting hitched. If you just want a shag, there is a possibility as well. Thus, a probable future benefit exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;An exclusive right to control the benefit.&lt;/span&gt; Okay, so you do not have the exclusive right to control your partner. But the love and intimacy you share between you and your partner is exclusive to just the two of you. There is a verbal agreement to be "exclusively yours" in some cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The benefit must arise from some past transaction or event.&lt;/span&gt; The event may be valentine's day or the day the guy asks the girl to be his gal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The asset must be capable of measurement in monetary terms.&lt;/span&gt; This does not really apply. But if a separation or divorce takes place, an alimony can usually be claimed. Or you can sell your partner away, *laughs* just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Thus, having met the characteristics, we say that love is an asset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112619568920559581?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112619568920559581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112619568920559581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112619568920559581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112619568920559581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-is-asset.html' title='Love is an asset'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112619349374092564</id><published>2005-09-08T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T08:31:33.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Before you think of saying an unkind word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Think of someone who can't speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Before you complain about the taste of your food, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Think of someone who has nothing to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Before you complain about your husband or wife, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today before you complain about life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Think of someone who went too early to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Before you complain about your children, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Before you argue about your dirty house; someone didn't clean or sweep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Think of the people who are living in the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Before whining about the distance you drive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And when you are tired and complain about your job,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Put a smile on your face and thank God you're alive and still around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112619349374092564?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112619349374092564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112619349374092564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112619349374092564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112619349374092564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/think-about-it.html' title='Think about it'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112583938681131174</id><published>2005-09-04T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T06:09:46.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ominously Orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today as i was on my way home on the MRT (Mass Rapid Transit), i was in a carriage with orange seats. At a certain station, this lady walked in and sat next to me. She was wearing a white addidas jacket with orange stripes, orange collar and orange cuffs. She was carrying a white-based basket bag with orange flowers and in her hair was a matching bandana. Woa! I'm just glad i'm not someone who dislikes orange, *ahem* if not, i'd probably feel that i'm in bad luck. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112583938681131174?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112583938681131174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112583938681131174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112583938681131174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112583938681131174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/ominously-orange.html' title='Ominously Orange'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-112576418488408499</id><published>2005-09-04T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T09:16:24.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a believer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Smash Mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I thought love was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Only true in fairy tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Meant for someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But not for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love was out to get to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's the way it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Disappointment haunted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And then I saw her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Now I'm a believer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not a trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Of doubt in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm a believer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I couldn't leave her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I thought love was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;More or less a given thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But the more I gave the less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I got, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;What's the use in trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All you get is pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When I wanted sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I got rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And then I saw her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Now I'm a believer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not a trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Of doubt in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm a believer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I couldn't leave her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;What's the use in trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All you get is pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When I wanted sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I got rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And then I saw her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Now I'm a believer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not a trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Of doubt in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm a believer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I couldn't leave her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Then I saw her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Now I'm a believer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not a trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Of doubt in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Now I'm a believer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm a believer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm a believer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm a believer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I love this song. And it matches the title of my blog! *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112576418488408499?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112576418488408499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112576418488408499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112576418488408499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112576418488408499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-believer.html' title='I&apos;m a believer'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112559083634101287</id><published>2005-09-02T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:07:16.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rearranging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I found these rather amazing and entertaining, rearranging phrases and getting something of similar meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;DORMITORY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;DIRTY ROOM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;PRESBYTERIAN: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;BEST IN PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;STRONOMER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;MOON STARER&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;DESPERATION: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;THE EYES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;THEY SEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;GEORGE BUSH: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;HE BUGS GORE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;THE MORSE CODE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;HERE COME DOTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;SLOT MACHINES: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;CASH LOST IN ME&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ELECTION RESULTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;LIES - LET'S RECOUNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;WOMAN HITLER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;SNOOZE ALARMS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A DECIMAL POINT: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;IM A DOT IN PLACE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;THE EARTHQUAKES: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;THAT QUEER SHAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;TWELVE PLUS ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:&lt;br /&gt;PRESIDENT CLINTON OF THE USA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;hen you rearrange the letters (With no letters left over and using each letter only once):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;TO COPULATE HE FINDS INTERNS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112559083634101287?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112559083634101287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112559083634101287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112559083634101287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112559083634101287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/09/rearranging.html' title='Rearranging'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112548469643814887</id><published>2005-08-31T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T03:38:16.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you make a relationship last?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"I don't know. It just lasts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Know what you want. When you know what you want, it's not easy (impossible in fact) to stray or get distracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fall in love every single day. I know it sounds rather silly but yes, try falling in love with your partner every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do not be lazy. People think that love fades that's why one gets lazy; it is actually the other way around. One gets lazy that's why the love fades away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;See the positive traits in each other. Know that there's no one else like him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Communicate. Communication is the bridge between two human beings isn't it? Be it verbal or non-verbal. Just communicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quality vs. quantity. It does not matter if there's little time together. Make sure you make the best out of the little time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do not bear grudges. He/she is only human and human do make mistakes; albeit he/she should not be repeating the mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Be transparent. Voice out your opinions, do not let unhappiness snow-ball till a stage where the relationship is irreparable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Trust. Not having trust, being suspicious and needing assurance can prove to be high-maintenance and energy-zapping for the partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Disclaimer: This is not tried and tested. Try at your own risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112548469643814887?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112548469643814887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112548469643814887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112548469643814887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112548469643814887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-do-you-make-relationship-last.html' title='How do you make a relationship last?'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112515942865414614</id><published>2005-08-28T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T09:17:08.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is love blind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"I do not believe in love at first sight because blind people can fall in love too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So is it true that love is blind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112515942865414614?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112515942865414614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112515942865414614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112515942865414614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112515942865414614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-love-blind.html' title='Is love blind?'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112515836549669883</id><published>2005-08-27T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T09:01:00.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella. I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Most, if not all of you, should have heard of the story of "Cinderella". If you haven't, there's nothing much I can do about your deprived childhood except to tell you the story briefly. Once, there was a girl whose father remarried after the mother passed away. The stepmother and two ugly stepsisters took away all her beautiful dresses and treated her like a maid. One day, the prince had a ball and Cinderella was supposed to have been invited. But of course, the stepmother did not allow and she had no pretty dress to wear. On the night of the ball, she was sobbing away when, "poof" her fairy-godmother appeared. With magical powers, Cinderella was suddenly ready to go to the ball. An only criterion was that she had to be back by twelve. As the clock struck twelve, she ran off, leaving a glass slipper in her hurry. The prince went after her and picked the slipper up. He found her and with the cliché ending, they got married and lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my mum is rather strict, I have to be home by twelve so some of my friends call me Cinderella. This afternoon, something that happened made me feel more Cinderella than ever. Here is how the story goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rushing for the train with my mum. I already had my right foot on board the train when my mum, who thought that we could not board the train in time, pulled me. My slipper slided off my foot and dropped on the train. At this crucial moment, the doors closed and the train moved off. There I was, with only one side of the slipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Laughter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I can only wait for a particular prince charming to pick up my shoe and come looking for me. I'm not serious. I already have a prince charming, what am I talking about? *laughs* I am waiting for someone to pick up my shoe and call me so that I can go to collect it and the left and right can reunite again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost twelve, I'd better go. Just in case I leave a shoe behind in a hurry. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112515836549669883?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112515836549669883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112515836549669883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112515836549669883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112515836549669883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/08/cinderella-i-am.html' title='Cinderella. I am.'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112489552371358266</id><published>2005-08-24T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T07:58:43.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentences</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I read "The little prince" and these are few statements which i found meaningful and extracted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"People leap into express trains but they no longer know what they are looking for. So they get agitated and go round in circles." &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(maybe that refers to the paper chase)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"You can only see things clearly with your heart. What is essential is invisible to the eye." &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(that is probably love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"It is the time you have wasted on your rose that makes your rose so important." &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(that is why it is hard to let go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Whether it is a house, or stars, or the desert, what makes their beauty is invisible." &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(they say love is blind, or is it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112489552371358266?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112489552371358266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112489552371358266' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112489552371358266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112489552371358266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/08/sentences.html' title='Sentences'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-112463365853626274</id><published>2005-08-21T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T07:14:18.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress management</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience, raised a glass of water and asked, "How heavy is this glass of water?" Answers called out ranged from 20g to 500g. The lecturer replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long you try to hold it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance. In each case, it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes." He continued, "And that's the way it is with stress management. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes increasingly heavy,we won't be able to carry on. As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again. When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden." "So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work down. Don't carry it home. You can pick it up tomorrow. Whatever burdens you're carrying now, set them down for a moment if you can." "Relax; pick them up later after you've rested. Life is short. Enjoy it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And then he shared some ways of dealing with the burdens of life: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* The second mouse gets the cheese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and someare dull. Some have weird names, and all are different colors, but they all haveto live in the same box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;* A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112463365853626274?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112463365853626274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112463365853626274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112463365853626274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112463365853626274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/08/stress-management.html' title='Stress management'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112435763214175013</id><published>2005-08-18T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T08:24:59.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a girl, not yet a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A teenager is between the age of 13-19. You know, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, well, you get the idea. One has to be 21 to be officially an adult. So what do you call someone who is 20? Not here not there, in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyway, a couple of days back, i turned 20. This is by far the best birthday ever. I celebrated in advance, went kbox to sing karaoke followed by dinner at Tao's. Table for 10. Wow! It's the first time there's a big group and i didn't feel left out. In fact, i felt so blessed. So happy that there were so many close friends celebrating my birthday with me. They have singers there (not what i'd call a live band). They got those people to sing me a birthday song. Gary and Dennis even went up to sing, dedicating the song to me. I also spent one whole day with my guy on the actual day of my birthday. Haven't spent so much time with him for quite a while. Dinner was bufffet at kuisine-bo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Very touched that many of my friends actually remembered my birthday. Some whom i didn't expect sms me to send their greetings. A friend even asked if i received a lot of presents. My reply was, "I'm not a kid, where got get many presents?". This is what i got:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;necklace, earrings and bracelet from perlini's silver from my aunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;a red packet from my grandma dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"the little prince" and charles &amp; keith voucher from joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;a slice of cake from yaosheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;treats (kbox &amp;amp; dinner) from gary and dennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;boiling tube with message from shuyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;musical stand from vince, zijie and shuyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;necklace from swarovski from my guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And those things that i bought from the shopping trips are presents for myself! *laughs* i love myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You know how people use the term sweet sixteen? Well, this is memorable twenty for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112435763214175013?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112435763214175013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112435763214175013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112435763214175013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112435763214175013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-girl-not-yet-woman.html' title='Not a girl, not yet a woman'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112435636704942243</id><published>2005-08-18T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T02:12:47.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping trip II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just the other day, (Monday to be exact) I went shopping again. Not sure if the last shopping trip has anything to do with it though. I bought quite a bit ot things. Again. This time round, I'm not as satisfied with my purchases as the first time though. Here's what i bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;off-shoulder black top ($18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Brown skirt ($27.50)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;silver pumps ($20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;black caplet ($18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;golden balloon skirt ($18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm still not sure if i should have bought the brown skirt. Wondering if i bought it under pressure. Trying not to think too much about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When's my next shopping spree you may wonder. Well, not too soon i hope. The reserve's running low and the two most interesting place (Bugis and Chinatown) has been conquered by me and Joy. *evil laughter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But then again, I've got a $20 charles &amp;amp; keith voucher which means i have to go shop. If not how am i suppose to use the voucher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;For now, I'm rather attracted to silverish and golden shades. And there seems quite a number of things in those colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyway, cheers! To my conquest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112435636704942243?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112435636704942243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112435636704942243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112435636704942243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112435636704942243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/08/shopping-trip-ii.html' title='Shopping trip II'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112368489496972315</id><published>2005-08-10T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T07:41:34.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I have never been a big fan of shopping like most other girls. Firstly, shopping needs capital, lots of it cos window shopping is not exactly fun; especially if there's something you like. Secondly, shopping requires mood and the venue is crucial. I know that the venue is secondary and that company is all that matters but in the case of shopping, it doesn't work this way. In fact, it is alright even if you have no company, i.e. alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday proved to be the best shopping trip ever. I bought quite some stuff and i'm totally satisfied with my purchases. You know how sometimes you buy something only to regret it later? Yesterday was the complete opposite. Wondering what i bought? Here's the list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;bag that can be hand-carried or slung across the shoulder ($10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;choker/ necklace ($24)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;spaghetti-strap top ($23)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;long-sleeve top with one side off-shoulder ($17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;caplet or don't-know-what-you-call-it ($22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;dress ($35)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's amazing i can find so many items i like in a day and even more amazing is the amount of money i spent, keeping in mind that i did spend money on food as well. There were two other items that i quite liked. One is a pair of heels ($27), the other one is a skirt from top shop ($73). The price is ridiculously steep! No way was i gonna buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Acknowledgements:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Joy for the company and opinion and Shuyi for the ride home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112368489496972315?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112368489496972315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112368489496972315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112368489496972315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112368489496972315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/08/shopping-trip.html' title='Shopping trip'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112323922022604792</id><published>2005-08-05T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T03:53:40.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventh month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today marks the first day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar. Some call it seventh month (七月 qi yue) while others call it the hungry ghost festival (中元节 zhong yuan jie). There are many beliefs and old wives' tales about what to do and what not to do during this month. Many would also burn incense paper and joss sticks and offer some food to appease the "ghosts". There would be tents erected for dinners and celebrations. There would be stage (歌台 ge tai) whereby the first few rows of seats are to be left empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why am i talking about this i have no idea. Perhaps i have nothing to blog about. Perhaps i was bored. Perhaps it's just FYI (for your information). Perhaps perhaps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I do wonder how many people don't know about this though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112323922022604792?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112323922022604792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112323922022604792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112323922022604792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112323922022604792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/08/seventh-month.html' title='Seventh month'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112323807812744002</id><published>2005-08-05T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T03:34:38.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I have nothing against men but i thought this was rather funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. Men are like - Laxatives - They irritate the shit out of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. Men are like - Bananas - The older they get, the less firm they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. Men are like - Weather - Nothing can be done to change them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. Men are like - Blenders - You need One, but you're not quite sure why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5. Men are like - Chocolate Bars - Sweet, smooth, and they usually head right for your hips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;6. Men are like - Commercials - You can't believe a word they say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;7. Men are like - Department Stores - Their clothes are always 1/2 off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;8. Men are like - Government Bonds - They take so long to mature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;9. Men are like - Mascara - They usually run at the first sign of emotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;10. Men are like - Popcorn - They satisfy you, but only for a little while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;11. Men are like - Lava Lamps - Fun to look at, but not very bright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;12. Men are like - Parking Spots - All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112323807812744002?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112323807812744002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112323807812744002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112323807812744002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112323807812744002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/08/men.html' title='Men'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112316978131881008</id><published>2005-08-04T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T08:36:21.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day it rained cows and goats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haven't been blogging in a while. Or is it ages? Well, when you feel that nobody or not many people are reading your blog, you don't feel like writing. When you don't blog, obviously people lose interest and don't visit your blog. So which causes which? Which comes first? It's a catch-22 situation and i can't say which comes first. It's just like the cliche which came first, the chicken or the egg. Anyway, doesn't matter. Fact is, i didn't blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today was a super wet weather. I wouldn't have stepped out of the house if i didn't need to. It was a day when umbrella proved to be quite useless. My shoes were and socks were soaking wet. They made squeaky sounds like shoes toddlers wear and i swear there were tadpoles in there too. Eew. I was just kidding. The front of my pants were totally wet, i could have wrung it and water would come out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lift lobbies were wet, MRT platforms were wet, everywhere was wet. Roads became lakes and ponds while fields transformed into swimming pools. Me, cold. Didn't help that i was already unwell. I was recovering from a package of fever, blocked nose, sore throat and cough. With such bad weather, i should say, i'm trying to recover (hopefully with the co-operation of Mr Weather).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's a nice weather to be at the comfort of your home, a good book in your hands and a warm, aromatic cup of coffee by your side. Sad to say, i was out in the heavy rain, carrying a small umbrella which seemed so frail in the wind, threatening to fall apart and running to prevent water being splashed on me when cars drive by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I hope for fair weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112316978131881008?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112316978131881008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112316978131881008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112316978131881008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112316978131881008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-it-rained-cows-and-goats.html' title='The day it rained cows and goats'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112282056334015108</id><published>2005-07-31T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T07:36:03.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much do you flirt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="Question_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Question 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Late at night, you are partying with a friend of the opposite sex. If you don't leave now, you would miss the last bus. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a. Who cares...continue to party -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go To Question 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b. Ask if he would send you home -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go To Question 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; c. Say "Good-Bye" to him and run after the bus -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go To Question 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Question_2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Question 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;While having a meal with a friend, you saw that what he/she had ordered seemed quite delicious. Would you ask to have a taste of his/her food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a. Yes --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go to Question 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b. No --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go to Question 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Question_3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Question 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You saw something nice while shopping but you don't have the means to buy it. Would you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a. Shrug your shoulders and forget it. --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go to Question 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b. Go ahead and flash your credit card --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go to Question 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Question_4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Question 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You have a job offer that is paying better than your present job.  You would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good offer. Type your resignation letter now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- Go to Question 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present boss is treating you well. Stay cause of loyalty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- Go to Question 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Question_5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Question 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt; Your views on school regulations are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a. Would never compromise to them. --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go To Question 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b. See it there is loopholes and try to get thru them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- Go to Question 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; c. Would definitely keep to them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- Go To Question 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Question_6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Question 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A person from the opposite sex expresses his/her love for you would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a. Smile and think highly of your charms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- Go to Question 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b. Reject him/her and keep a distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- Go To Question 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; c. Run off without even answering! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- Go To Question 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Question_7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Question 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You are in your boyfriend/girlfriend's bedroom and you saw a photo of him/her with his/her old flame. You would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a. See and forget because it's all in the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- Go to Question 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b. Get real mad and leave the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- Go to Question 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Question_8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Question 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Would you rewrite a lecture note again because your handwriting is untidy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a. Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- Go To Question 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- Go To Question 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Question_9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Question 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When wearing a pair of mini skirts/ shorts, what would u choose as the top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a. A tight fitting tee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- Go to Question 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b. A loose fitting tee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- Go to Question 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Question_10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Question 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;On a tour, the tour guide specifically tells you not to venture to a certain area because it’s dangerous. Would you out of curiosity, go ahead without listening to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a. Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- go to Question 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- go to Question 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Question_11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt; Question 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When out with a friend of the same sex, would you hold hands and walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a. Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_15"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;---- Go to Question 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_16"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;---- Go to Question 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Question_12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Question 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wearing a newly bought swimsuit, would you feel especially eye-catching' and 'sharp' when walking by the pool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.    Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- go to Question 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_16"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- go to Question 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Question_13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt; Question 13.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Are you the impulsive type? Always acting on the instant you get the idea without thinking carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a. Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Type_A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;---- Type A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;---- Go to Question 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Question_14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt; Question 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do you still maintain friendship with your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a. Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Type_B"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;---- Type B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_15"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;----- Go to Question 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Question_15"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt; Question 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Every time you pack for a tour, you would always end up packing more than what you need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a. Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Question_16"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;---- go to Question 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Type_C"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- Type C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Question_16"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt; Question 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt; Do you mind sharing the same cup with others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a. Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Type_D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--- Type D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11888399#Type_C"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;---- Type C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; RESULT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Type_A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;TYPE A --- 90% FLIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You fall in love easily most of the time getting trapped in a triangular relationship. Adding to the fact that you do not commit to your partner, you enjoy having suitors. To put it simply, YOU ARE FAR FROM FAITHFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Type_B"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;TYPE B --- 70% FLIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You are partially flirtatious by nature. You enjoy being pampered and  pursued by others so occasionally you would harbor the thoughts of 'stepping on 2 boats'. BUT...as you are sensitive to your partner, you do try to restrain yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Type_C"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;TYPE C --- 40% FLIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You are shy by nature and have only a small circle of friends. This attributes to the fact that you would not have a high chance of getting trapped in a triangular relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Type_D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;TYPE D --- 0% FLIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You have high morality and it’s against infidelity. Whoever is with you is the most fortunate but pray that your partner does not belong to any of the above group!&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/11888399-112282056334015108?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112282056334015108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112282056334015108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112282056334015108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112282056334015108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-much-do-you-flirt.html' title='How much do you flirt?'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112195895617162630</id><published>2005-07-21T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T08:15:56.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check your bottle before reusing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A dentist's wife has a tumor in her uterus and needed to remove it. Her doctor told them the possible cause of his wife's tumor is by some chemical which only affects women. The chemical is mainly found in plastic water bottle. It is not the water that affects you but the chemical released from the bottle. You must check on the bottom of the bottle. There is a triangular sign and there is a number on it. Make sure the number is higher than or equal to 5. Then this bottle is save to use. Whatever number under 5 will release the chemical. For most bottle water, the number is 1. Remember to check and stop reusing those bottles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112195895617162630?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112195895617162630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112195895617162630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112195895617162630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112195895617162630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/07/check-your-bottle-before-reusing.html' title='Check your bottle before reusing'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112101165257983032</id><published>2005-07-11T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T09:07:32.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you attractive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So you think you are attractive? How about trying this test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. Which place do u want to have a travel most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A. Beijing  (go to q.2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;B. Tokyo (go to q.3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;C. Paris (go to q.4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. Have you ever cried when u see a touching movie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A. Yes (go to q.4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;B. No (go to q.3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend still has not come after an hour of your date with him/her, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A. wait for another 30 mins (go to q.4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;B. leave immediately (go to q.5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;C. wait until he/she comes (go to q.6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. Do u like to go to see a movie alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A. Yes (go to q.5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;B. No (go to q.6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5. When he/she asks for a kiss in your first date,what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A. Refuse (go to q.6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;B. light kiss on his/her forehand (go to q.7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;C. Agree and kiss him/her (go to q.8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;6. Are you a humorous person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A. I think I am (go to q.7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;B. I think I am not (go to q.8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;7. Do you think you are a capable leader?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A. Yes (go to q.9) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;B. No (go to q.10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;8. Which gender will you choose to be born if youare given a chance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A. Male (go to q.9) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;B. Female (go to q.10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;C. I don't mind - TypeD (go straight to results below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;9. Have you ever got more than one boyfriends or girlfriends at a time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A.Yes - TypeB (go straight to results below) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;B. No - TypeA (go straight to results below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;10. Do you think you are intelligent? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A. Yes - TypeB (go straight to results below) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;B. No - TypeC (go straight to results below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;RESULTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Type A : Congratulations! You can extremely attract the opposite sex! You possess a charming beauty in the eyes of them. You not only have a pretty figure, but also have a humorous and gentle personality. You should be a literate person and know how to get along with people and can allocate your time well, thus you are always popular among the opposite sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Type B : Quite good! You can easily attract the opposite sex, but you will not easily fall into the loving trap. Your humour makes them want to get along with you. He/She will be happy being with you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Type C : Not bad! You cannot attract the opposite sex very well, but you still have something good which make them like to get along with you. You should be an honest person and have a unique view in seeing things. You are quite friendly in the eyes of your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Type D : Oh! You do not attract the opposite sex. You do not have much knowledge, and not much intrinsic humane values. You are too rude to the opposite sex. Thus you are not very popular among them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Which type are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112101165257983032?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112101165257983032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112101165257983032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112101165257983032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112101165257983032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/07/are-you-attractive.html' title='Are you attractive?'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112081255176463442</id><published>2005-07-08T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T01:49:11.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Towards egalitarianism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just two days back, i went to K K hospital. Nope, no relatives gave birth and i'm not pregnant. I merely accompanied my grandma there. And don't try to be funny, she ain't pregnant either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You'd better not run cos there are so many minute toddlers wandering about. Adorable are the toddlers as they walked around, wobbling. As they run into their mothers' arms, or thighs rather, what surprises me is that their mums are pregnant once again. Has the government's beckoning finally paid off as females start to reproduce? Or am i just plain ignorant? Anyway, i can never imagine myself having a lil' kid and being pregnant at the same time. Gosh! i mean, it's not like i wouldn't want a kid but that kid is still tiny and requires attention. How can wobbling junior and bulging tummy be concurrent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Another thing that amazed me was that many of those pregnant ladies are accompanied by their spouse. I mean, don't those men have to work? Alright, maybe they took leave. I guess guys these days are different. Our society are not that patriarcal as it used to be. I was told that when my mum gave birth to me, my dad was not there. My grandma had to bring her to the hospital. Similarly, when my aunt gave birth to my cuz, my uncle was not there either. Not only are those men there to accompany their wives for check-up, some are looking after the little kids, running after them, playing with them, making them laugh and pacifying them. How fantastic is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well, times are different. Handkerchief-carrying MCPs are out. Diaper-changing SNAGs are in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;MCP-male chauvinist pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;SNAG-sensitive new age guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112081255176463442?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112081255176463442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112081255176463442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112081255176463442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112081255176463442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/07/towards-egalitarianism.html' title='Towards egalitarianism'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112081103550319797</id><published>2005-07-08T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T01:23:55.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is a bore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life is a boring bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;More so if you can't have things your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Maybe i should learn to be satisfied with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"知足常乐"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's not easy being a mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's even harder being my mum's daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Undeniably, i have a great mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And i love her so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Unfortunately, she has one lil' flaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Overprotective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And this flaw is a tad too big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ironic life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112081103550319797?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112081103550319797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112081103550319797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112081103550319797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112081103550319797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/07/woman-in-my-life.html' title='Woman in my life'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112029256621177275</id><published>2005-07-02T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T01:22:46.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I read these somewhere:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;There are 3 Males and 1 Female pencil in a box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Female pencil got pregnant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Which Male pencil is responsible? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The one without the rubber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Woman in bed with husband's best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Phone rings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Yes..ok, bye." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;She turns to her lover and says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's my hubby, says he's now golfing with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3 Roosters: Normal, Retarded and a Gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Normal : cock-a-doodle-dooo !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Retarded : doodle-cock-a-dooo !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Gay : any-cock-will dooo !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3 Guys were introduced to a girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hi, I'm Peter, not a saint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm Paul not a pope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm John not a baptist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The girl replied ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hi, I'm Mary, not a virgin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Income Tax office asked a prostitute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;why she puts her occupation as chicken farmer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;She replied: "I raised 5000 cocks last year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112029256621177275?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112029256621177275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112029256621177275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112029256621177275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112029256621177275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-112023647109940267</id><published>2005-07-02T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:47:51.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The true me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: sans-serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#B1F989"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The True You&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ABF795"&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to do more for you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A5F4A0"&gt;With respect to money, you spend as little as possible.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9FF2AC"&gt;You think good luck doesn't exist - reality is built on practicalities.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98EFB7"&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be methodical in your ways - with trouble adapting to the rules of society.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#92EDC3"&gt;You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#8CEACE"&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you don't have any particular type in mind, but you are inclined to look for someone who will say yes when you ask him / her out.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's" the True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-112023647109940267?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/112023647109940267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=112023647109940267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112023647109940267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/112023647109940267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/07/true-me.html' title='The true me.'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111933500459642089</id><published>2005-06-21T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:23:24.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I bet the title caught your attention. I found out that titles are actually important, especially if you have a huge archive. People will not read every single entry. Rather, they will click on the ones that have attractive titles. All the while i did not put in much effort to think of titles. I can either edit them, or leave them as they are; which i will obviously do the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Recently, there is this big hoo-ha about sarong party girl (SPG). She's been hogging the headlines of newpaper and lianhe wanbao. So what's the big deal about SPG? Nothing much, just that she posted a nude photo of herself on her blog. Honestly, i don't see what is the big deal. Most guys have probably surfed porn and females have their own bodies to look at right? The content of her blog is not as explicit as they conveyed it to be. It wouldn't even fall into the category of soft porn. For goodness sake, just leave the girl alone. Yes, she wants attention but i'm sure this is not the kind of attention that she wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyway, anyone heard of the show "unfaithful"? Have you watched it? It was rated NC16. But it was rather explicit. Yes, you've guessed it. The story is about an affair. This married woman met this guy and the guy became her lover (i.e. they were involved sexually) There were scenes of them copulating and the breasts of the woman was uncensored. You've heard me right, you could actually see the breasts. So much for the strict censorship. I wonder what happened to this show where you get to see the woman's assets and many f***ing scenes in a show rated NC16. Which brings me back to the point..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What is the big deal about breasts? or SPG's breasts to be specific. chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111933500459642089?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111933500459642089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111933500459642089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111933500459642089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111933500459642089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/06/porn.html' title='Porn'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111919545674335589</id><published>2005-06-19T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T08:37:36.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to stay young</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down. (keep this in mind if you are one of those grouches) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. Keep learning: Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain get idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. Enjoy the simple things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and lots of time with HIM/HER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;6. The tears happen: Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is yourself. LIVE while you are alive.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;7. Surround yourself with what you love: Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I live by this list. I'm not bothered about my weight or age, I have cheerful friends, friends who make me laugh till i tear, i cry and i get over it, my room is my refuge, i take trips to the mall and i say "i love you" every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111919545674335589?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111919545674335589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111919545674335589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111919545674335589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111919545674335589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-to-stay-young.html' title='How to stay young'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111919260261851660</id><published>2005-06-19T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T07:55:37.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;First of all, I want to wish you Happy Fathers' Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;No fancy dinner at posh restaurants, no pretty cake like the one mum received and definitely no flowers for you. Just a uniquely designed &lt;em&gt;Lamy&lt;/em&gt; pen and potatochip chocolates from Royce to show my care. Most importantly, it's the thoughts put into it and the love expressed through these gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Finally, i want to make use of this occasion to tell you: I love you daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lots of love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;your daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111919260261851660?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-111893991339506314</id><published>2005-06-17T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T09:38:33.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;is when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the one you love loves you as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;you get to see him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;you get to hug him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;he holds your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;he holds your waist while walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;he strokes your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;he touches your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;he kisses your face/hand/forehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;you know he cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;he sends you home even though he's tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;you're in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;will add on to the list when i think of more. right now, it's just these. when you're happy and too tired, you can't think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111893991339506314?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111893991339506314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111893991339506314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111893991339506314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111893991339506314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/06/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111893845346860591</id><published>2005-06-17T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T07:56:01.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude towards love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;To find your love attitude number, add your birth month and your birth date together. Keep reducing it until it's a single digit. Example: August 20 = 8 + 20 = 28 = 2 + 8 = 10 = 1 + 0 = 1. Thus, the love attitude number is = 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If your number = 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You're charming imaginative and independent. Usually your style is ahead of others, you know what's in and what's way out. Sometimes you're a little too aggressive when it comes to pursuing a love interest. You've a way of drawing attention wherever you go and this dramatic flare usually attracts the strongest guys. Your competitive nature either draws or repels guys/gals but those who can't handle your power aren't your type anyway. At times you can be possessive, manipulating and demanding with your friends and in love relationships. You like guys/gals with lots of intelligence and knock them dead good looks don't hurt either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If your number = 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your love nature is sentimental, romantic and kind. Your easygoing, mild manner allows almost everyone to feel very comfortable with you - especially shy guys/gals. Your modesty and tact enable you to get along easily with both sexes. You're a natural peacemaker and can be very persuasive with words, which helps you to gain the respect of your classmates. You can also be too sensitive at times, and your greatest drawback is a lack of confidence to stand up for yourself in conflict. Your favorite type of guy/gal is a gentle, affectionate one who is also strong and playful. A great sense of humor is also a must. A guy/gal who loves to listen to music and dance should rank high on your list of favorites, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If your number = 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You're imaginative, fun-loving, trill-seeking and expressive. You're so charming that you attract many friends and you're almost never lacking guys/gals. In your earlier years, you maybe totally shy and self-conscious, but you'll lose those qualities in the high-school years. You can be sort of vain or even a bit of a show-off when you get caught up in exciting events in your life, but you usually redeem yourself in some playful way before you lose a friend. Jealousy shows its ugly head sometimes, but generally you aren't affected by it unless your guy tries to provoke it. In the guy department, you refer the athletic or artistic types. You're in absolute heaven when you find both of those qualities in the same guy. When you're looking for love, a guy who can make you laugh scores points, big time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If your number = 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You tend to be loyal, dedicated and good-hearted. You're one of the most diligent students when you really try, and you tend to make your schoolwork a priority. You also express those same qualities in your love relationship. No one is more faithful and trusting than you. In fact, those tendencies can be a little negative in your romantic life. It give you the respect and love you deserve. You can be stubborn and a bit of a troublemaker if the mood strikes you but you can usually dig yourself out of that hole just in time to stay out of major trouble. You usually fall for extremes when choosing a love mate - he/she is good-looking, too, but that's not a major consideration for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If your number = 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your love attitude is adventurous, charismatic and spontaneous. You're creative and adaptable, and you can come up with the most exciting and sometimes daring things to do. Your quick intelligence and way with words help get you out of the problems that come with being flirtatious and laying hard to get. You need to pay close attention to your personal values because you love to try new and different things and easily go along with the crowd and the consequences can put extra strain on your relationship with a boy/girl. You like guys who have great bodies and good looks, along with exceptional brain and high grades. It helps if they're highly athletic or involved in as many activities as you,otherwise you might get bored! Variety is the key to your love attitude number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If your number = 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You're warm, loving, devoted and affectionate. Your outgoing, thoughtful nature attracts many boyfriends/girlfriends to you, and usually some of the nicest guys too. Because of your need to care, you can end up in a relationship that requires too much care-taking to make it balanced. Since home and family play important roles in your life, you're unlikely to be attracted to guys/gals who your parents wouldn't like. Sometimes you've a slight jealous streak but it doesn't last long. Some people with this love attitude number are prone to making ha! rsh judgments of others, especially when others don't share your set of values. You're especially attracted to the good looking, boy-next-door type who is smart as well as a gentleman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If your number = 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your love nature is thoughtful, poetic, mystical and mysterious. A few people with love attitude number seven are class clowns, and they usually attract guys/gals who like to be given a hard time. But most of you are the quiet, reserved types who dislike calling attention to yourself. Your type generally attracts guys who feel the same way you do. Your defined, independent and secretive nature is very alluring to certain guys/gays. At times, you can also be somewhat fault-finding and a little demanding in your love relationship and with friends. You're mostly attracted to guys/gals who aren't like all the rest; a loner easily attracts you. And, if he/she reads alot and enjoy learning, he/she is especially perfect for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If your number = 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your love attitude is confident, powerful and exciting. This number usually makes for a very conscientious student, someone who puts schoolwork ahead of a social life. However, you also enjoy being a leader among your classmates and will seek offices or other positions that enable you to use your leadership skills. Because of this, you can be somewhat intimidating to certain guys/gals. You can also be a little too intense, bossy and jealous for your own good. Your love match is definitely someone who is smart, handsome/pretty and popular. You like quality over quantity and will usually wait until the guy/gal with the best attributes comes along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If your number = 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You've a sophisticated attitude that's also generous and considerate. Your responsible, charitable nature may find you attracting guys/gals who want someone to confide in or who makes them feel secure. At a very young age, you developed the type of personality that makes others feel safe and protected. You'll carry these qualities into your adult years and, down the road, you'll be a good mom/dad because of them. On the negative side, you can be argumentative and overly emotional, and you usually possess a temper that can make everyone run for cover. You like the kind of guy/gal who is responsible and impeccably dressed and has gorgeous eyes and a great body. Charm, with and brilliance could make him the perfect guy/gal for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111893845346860591?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111893845346860591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111893845346860591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111893845346860591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111893845346860591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/06/attitude-towards-love.html' title='attitude towards love'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111883620173504459</id><published>2005-06-15T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T04:53:24.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recent happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haven't been blogging for a while. Anyway, here's to keep you guys updated with some interesting happenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tuesday 14th June 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i went to McDonalds to get some food. A young man took my orders. After taking my orders, he started talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Where are you from?" he asked. "I don't look foreign to him do i?" i thought. I probably looked puzzled as he almost immediately added, "i mean, which school are you from?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"A private uni" i answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"It's nice to see someone from a private uni." he replied. I wondered what was so nice about it actually. But just smiled anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"So how old are you?" he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"How old do i look?" i asked him back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"16?" he guessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I shook my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"18? Don't tell me you're twe.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"I'm 19." cutting him off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"What about you?" I asked him back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"I'm 16. Still in sec school." he answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I then went to sit while waiting for my food to be ready. After a couple of minutes, he walked over with my order packed in a plastic bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Here. There's chilli sauce, sweet chilli sauce, curry and tartar sauce, everything inside." he informed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Thanks." i replied and smiled and began to walk off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Bye!" he said, "You're cute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Stunned i was as i headed for home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Monday 13th June 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;was an extra. by that i mean i was an tv extra. i was grossly underpaid. but i dun mind cos there was sylvester sim! boy was he cute. couldn't take my eyes off him. had chances to rub shoulders with him and even took a photo with him with my phone. it is now the wallpaper on my phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;when i say i can't take my eyes off him, i mean it. i constantly look at him during the shoot and now i keep looking at the wallpaper on my phone. *laughs* i know, many don't fancy him. He can't sing properly, can't dance and probably can't act but still, i think he's cute. period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111883620173504459?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111883620173504459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111883620173504459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111883620173504459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111883620173504459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/06/recent-happenings.html' title='recent happenings'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111850351204116967</id><published>2005-06-11T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T08:46:12.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seduction style</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I was thinking of what to put in for this entry when i chance across this quiz on ivillage "Your seduction style: Which desperate housewife are you?" Nope, i'm neither desperate nor a housewife. Well, i guess i was just quite bored. Anyway, here's the results. (If you're interested that is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You scored 30%&lt;br /&gt;Your Seduction Style Is: Susan(played by Teri Hatcher)&lt;br /&gt;Her character: She's the good girl on the block, a pretty divorcée and single mum.&lt;br /&gt;Her seduction style: The sort of man who might scurry away from the predatory style of, ahem, some of Susan's neighbors, ends up by the side of sweet Susan, the antithesis of the sexy siren. All wide-eyed and fresh-faced, hers is a lethally lusty combination of girlish looks and passion under wraps. Her childlike optimism is refreshing, but when she settles in to hook up with the neighborhood hottie, Mike the plumber, it's clear there's a sexier side lurking just below her innocent exterior.&lt;br /&gt;Get his attention, Susan style: If you're a darling Susan type, play it coy. Tilt your head to the side (to show interest), tuck your chin under (to be sexily submissive), push your hair behind your ears (for vulnerability), then slightly narrow your eyes, making them smolder. Think girl next door meets bad girl. This what-you-see-isn't-necessarily-what-you-get technique is a form of psychological stripping. In other words, once you've projected a certain image of yourself to the person you fancy, such as that of an innocent pushover, for example, you then reveal a totally unexpected side of yourself -- by, say, cheekily pinching his bottom on the way back from the bathroom. A seeming Ms. Innocence who turns out to be feisty and fun will get a ton of attention. Unpredictability is incredibly sexy, especially when you're combining two extremes.&lt;br /&gt;Make the first move: …but not too fast! Susan made Mike wait because she wanted the perfect sex session with no interruptions -- but by doing so, she inadvertently upped the odds that they'd both have much better sex when it finally happened. The longer you put off intercourse, the more you explore each other's bodies thoroughly, learning what you both like and don't like. Think of it as "simmering": keeping things hot and heavy without actually taking anything to the point of orgasm. When you do follow through, all the built-up anticipation will make for a spectacular first time.&lt;br /&gt;Keep him panting: The next time you're out together, wait until no one's looking your way, then grab his hand and sweetly kiss his palm. Keep holding it there; then, with your tongue flat, swirl it in slow, wet, sexy circles while holding eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;Possible pitfalls of being a Susan: Obvious naivety can make you look both needy and ditzy. If you're a Susan, you're in love with being in love -- dangerous stuff! It often means your choices in men aren't thought through properly. Make sure to look for what he's really all about, as opposed to seeing only what you want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You scored 30%&lt;br /&gt;Your Seduction Style Is: Bree(played by Marcia Cross)&lt;br /&gt;Her character: Bree embodies the term "control freak" -- but who can blame her for wanting to keep a tight rein? Her children are mutinous and her husband's partial to popping off for S&amp;M sessions with another woman.&lt;br /&gt;Her seduction style: From her artfully arranged and "done" hairdo to her beautifully manicured toes, look up "well groomed" in the dictionary, and it would be no surprise to find Bree's picture. She personifies true uptight perfection. Quirky, clever and with a body most 18-year-olds would kill for, she dresses conservatively, but those figure-skimming pencil skirts are as sexy as they are elegant. She's clearly hot, but it's not an obvious sexiness, which makes her massively appealing to a man searching for the classic "Madonna/whore" (who's pure in the kitchen and dirty in the bedroom).&lt;br /&gt;Get his attention, Bree style: Bree's shoulders are always squared and rolled down so they sit low on her back (ideal for showing off her small yet perky breasts), and she positions her body so it's slightly angled, with one foot forward to make her look slimmer. Bree's pièce de résistance, though, is the way she maintains intense eye contact. During most conversations, people look at each other 30 to 60 percent of the time. But studies have shown that staring into someone's eyes for around 75 percent of a conversation can trick the brain of the person you fancy -- to the point that he thinks he's in love with you. So, when it comes to seduction, Bree's on to something with her intense stare.&lt;br /&gt;Make the first move: Pop open some bubbly and have a festive, elegant make-out session. Give him a champagne kiss. Take a good gulp of bubbly, but instead of swallowing, hold it there. Kiss him, then let a tiny amount of champagne trickle into his mouth. Wait until he catches on to what's happening, then let a little more trickle out. Get him to return the favor, and if some drips down the side of his mouth, lick it up. Yes, Bree types really can be subtly seductive!&lt;br /&gt;Keep him panting: You're good at following instruction and sticking to a plan, so put that skill to good use and investigate some erotic massage techniques to use on your man.&lt;br /&gt;Possible pitfalls of being a Bree: Being organized is one thing, but while scheduling sex is sometimes necessary, relying entirely on that schedule is another thing. It's essential to allow for a certain amount of spontaneity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You scored 20%&lt;br /&gt;Your Seduction Style Is: Lynette(played by Felicity Huffman)&lt;br /&gt;Her character: A former career woman, she's now a stay-at-home mom with four kids under the age of six. With a wimpy husband who doesn't seem to help out much, she's (not surprisingly) the strong, scruffy one who has neither the time nor the inclination to get dolled up.&lt;br /&gt;Her seduction style: Lynette has a determined stride instead of a wiggle, and refuses point-blank to join the rest of Wisteria Lane in their look-at-me fashions. In the traditional sense, her character is undisputedly the least sexy of all five women. But ironically, this form of anti-flirting has its own allure. Her unflinching eye contact makes her appear challenging. The way she tosses her head suggests pride and spirit. And her world-weary observations might be cynical, but they're certainly funny. She'd appeal to a man who wants to tussle intellectually (as well as under the covers).&lt;br /&gt;Get his attention, Lynette style: Those who dress in slithery, slinky, cling-to-every-curve numbers are magnifying their flirtation. But the joy of dressing down -- which is Lynette's M.O. -- is that you can get away with murder when it comes to flirting. Casual clothes dilute the probability that you'll be seen as slutty. So go for it! Stand close and do a "Di." Princess Diana's trademark was to tip her chin down and look up through lowered lashes. It not only makes your eyes look enormous -- a universally attractive characteristic -- it makes you seem slightly adoring, perhaps even a little shy (even if you're not). On a less intelligent woman, a Di looks positively silly. (Imagine the word "bimbo" appearing in a bubble overhead.) Put it to work when you're clearly intelligent, however, and it can make you appear more approachable.&lt;br /&gt;Make the first move: Lynette might appear conservative, but she's a definite risk taker. If you're like her, a direct approach suits you. When you feel his hands start to make their way toward a particular body part (your breasts, your butt), take charge (and take his breath away) by lifting his hands and placing them directly where they were headed. If you're feeling really brave, you'll stop kissing, fix him with a wickedly lusty look, then remove your top to reveal the world's sexiest bra.&lt;br /&gt;Keep him panting: They might be the apple of your eye, but children are also remarkably effective sex saboteurs. You and your man are lovers as well as parents, so do whatever it takes to stay sexually connected. Ideally, you'd have one dirty weekend away every three months. If you can't manage it, make a deal with friends who also have kids. Every weekend, someone sits all the little darlings, while the other couples get a few hours to enjoy each other. If you’re a Lynette with no kids in the picture, you're still likely to put other priorities in front of your sex life. Don't! Hang on to that independent spirit (you successful, smart social butterfly, you) -- but don’t hesitate to act on those frequent lusty impulses.&lt;br /&gt;Possible pitfalls of being a Lynette: Quite apart from salvaging a sex life from under a pile of diapers (or to-do's), a supersharp mind can frighten lesser mortals. Happily, most Lynettes would rather die alone and be eaten by wolves than date someone who isn't up to the intellectual challenge. Just be aware that an attitude like that can sometimes be seen as insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You scored 10%&lt;br /&gt;Your Seduction Style Is: Gabrielle(played by Eva Longoria)&lt;br /&gt;Her character: An ex-model with everything she's ever wanted, including a rich husband, a big house -- and a torrid affair with her barely legal gardener.&lt;br /&gt;Her seduction style: Gabrielle's love of living a lavish lifestyle means owning lots of glorious clothes -- and every single outfit is chosen to ensure her gorgeous bod and face are shown off in the best possible way. But even without the clothes, she'd still be the center of attention. This bold exhibitionist is sensationally selfish (she admits it) and has a soaring sex drive. Gabrielle is every man's dream (except maybe her husband's -- he spends most of his time disturbed by justifiable suspicions of her infidelity).&lt;br /&gt;Get his attention, Gabrielle style: The trick to copying Gabrielle's come-hither flirting style is poise and a pose. Everything about your look should reek wealth. The way you stand, sit and walk should shout "well bred." Then, and only then, can you get away with those super-suggestive Gabrielle-isms, such as throwing your head back and letting your fingers trail toward your cleavage as you whisper one of her classic double entendres. The unspoken message: "I'm sizing you up. Will you be lucky enough?"&lt;br /&gt;Make the first move: Gabrielle takes what she wants rather than waiting for it to be offered, and she has no doubt that whoever she chooses will give her just what she asks for. So go ahead, ask.&lt;br /&gt;Keep him panting: If you really want to copy Gabby, do something crazy like having semipublic sex. Yes, you might get caught, but if you're a Gabrielle, that would only make it more erotic.&lt;br /&gt;Possible pitfalls of being a Gabrielle: Beautiful women, especially confident beautiful women, are scarier to men than a flickering TV during the Super Bowl. Gabrielle types make the first move because they have to -- most men are terrified of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You scored 10%&lt;br /&gt;Your Seduction Style Is: Edie(played by Nicollette Sheridan)&lt;br /&gt;Her character: A bitchy femme fatale, Edie's a steely real estate saleswoman who takes no prisoners. Is she really a harlot or just misunderstood? Who cares? She certainly doesn't! Edie makes no apologies.&lt;br /&gt;Her seduction style: With the body of a woman half her age (and a constant desire to show it off), it's not just the ever-present lure of sex with no strings attached that has men panting. It's Edie's unusual mix of raw, blatant sexuality and supreme confidence. Appealing to men who think "good time" rather than "long term," hers is a palpable sexuality packaged in the immensely popular blonde-haired, big-breasted form.&lt;br /&gt;Get his attention, Edie style: Despite the "modern" approach to sex (any is better than none), Edie opts for old-fashioned flirting moves -- and for good reason; they still work! Throw your shoulders back to show off your breasts, saucily jut one hip out, raise an eyebrow, flare your nostrils and assume a smug, self-satisfied expression. The trick is to ooze confidence, and the effect is electrifyingly potent. Try putting one or both hands on your hips to take up lots of space, command presence and draw attention to your spectacular figure.&lt;br /&gt;Make the first move: Satisfy your urge to show off by semi-stripping. Invite him back to your place, but instead of slipping into something more comfortable, work with what you're wearing. Start by unbuttoning your jacket and shrugging your shoulders sexily so it slides down in one motion. Undo the top few buttons of your shirt and shake your hair out. Then lean over, sticking your bottom out as far as possible, and undo the straps of your shoes, removing them so you're barefoot. "That's better," you say, before walking into the kitchen to get the drinks. Somehow, we think he'll agree.&lt;br /&gt;Keep him panting: Open your toy drawer (all Edie types have at least one vibrator) and use one of your goodies on him! Explore what feels best to him -- you both may be surprised!&lt;br /&gt;Possible pitfalls of being an Edie: If you're going to wear tops slit to the waist and skirts skimming your underwear, men will jump to conclusions (namely, you're up for it -- and there's really no need to buy you dinner first). If you're unashamedly all for a fling, Edie's style suits you perfectly. But if you're looking for a relationship with substance and longevity, here are three words of advice: Tone it down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You know what? Actually i think this is not quite relevant. You finished reading it? Good for you. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111850351204116967?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111850351204116967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111850351204116967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111850351204116967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111850351204116967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/06/seduction-style.html' title='Seduction style'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111820589930345859</id><published>2005-06-08T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T21:52:38.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I've got a job! But it doesn't quite fit the dream job that i describe earlier on though. Anyway, i came across these corporate lessons somewhere and thought i'd share it with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Corporate Lesson #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower when the doorbell rings. After a few seconds of arguing over which one should go and answer the doorbell, the wife gives up, quickly wraps herself up in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next door neighbor. Before she could say a word, Bob says, "I'll give you $800 to drop that towel that you have on." After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob. After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves. Confused, but excited about her good fortune, the woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets back to the bathroom, her husband asks from the shower, "Who was that?" "It was Bob, the next door neighbor," she replies. "Great!" the husband says, "Did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you share critical information pertaining to credit-and-risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Corporate Lesson #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A priest was driving along and saw a nun on the side of the road. He stopped and offered her a lift which she accepted. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to open and reveal a lovely leg. The priest had a look and nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.The nun looked at him and immediately said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?" The priest was flustered and apologized profusely.He forced himself to remove his hand. Changing gear, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?" Once again the priest apologized, "Sorry, Sister, but the flesh is weak." Arriving at the convent, the nun got out gave him a meaningful glance and went on her way. Upon his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to retrieve a bible and looked up Psalm 129. It said, "Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a greatopportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Corporate Lesson #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A sales representative, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out in a puff of smoke. The Genie says, "I usually only grant three wishes, so I'll give each of you just one." "Me first! Me first!" says the admin clerk. "I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world." Poof! She's gone. In astonishment, "Me next! Me next!" says the sales rep. "I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endlesssupply of pina coladas, and the love of my life." Poof! He's gone. "OK, you're up," the Genie says to the manager.The manager says, "I want those two back in the office right after lunch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Always let your boss have the first say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Corporate Lesson #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small rabbit saw the crow and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?" The crow answered:"Sure, why not?" So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow and rested. All of a sudden a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very highup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Corporate Lesson #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy." "Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull. "They're packed with nutrients. "The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, there he was, proudly perched at the top of the tree.Soon he was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Corporate Lesson #6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;In Africa, every morning a gazelle awakens knowing that it must outrunthe fastest lion if it wants to stay alive. Every morning, a lion wakes up knowing it must run faster than the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It makes no difference whether you are a gazelle or a lion. When the sun comes up, you best be hauling ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111820589930345859?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111820589930345859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111820589930345859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111820589930345859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111820589930345859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/06/corporate-lessons.html' title='Corporate lessons'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-111807269702085514</id><published>2005-06-06T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T08:57:21.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Highs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. Being in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. A hot shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. No queues at the supermarket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5. Taking a drive on a pretty road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;6. Hearing your favourite song on the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;7. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;8. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;9. Chocolate milkshake ... (or vanilla ... or strawberry!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;10. A bubble bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;11. Giggling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;12. A good conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;13. Finding a 50 note in your coat from last month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;14. Running through sprinklers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;15. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;16. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;17. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;18. Waking up and realising you still have a few hours left to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;19. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;20. Having someone play with your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;21. Sweet dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;22. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;23. Holding hands with someone you care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;24. Running into an old friend and realising that some things (good or bad) never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;25. Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much-desired present from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;26. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;27. Knowing that somebody misses you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;28. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;29. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111807269702085514?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111807269702085514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111807269702085514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111807269702085514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111807269702085514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/06/natural-highs.html' title='Natural Highs'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-111752761475228907</id><published>2005-05-31T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:20:14.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The shower test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you step into a shower, which part of the body do you wash first?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Chest                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;B. Face                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;C. Armpits                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;D. Hair         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;E. Private             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;F. Shoulders           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;G. Others&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A. Chest: You are a practical person. Straightforward and do not beat around the bush. To you, convenience is of paramount importance. You hate to be distracted when concentrating and are impatient with people who do not see things your way. A good sex partner and willing to try new things. Your best partner in life will be those who choose D (Hair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Face: Money is important to you and you will do anything to get it. Integrity and dignity is not important. You feel that friends are there to be used and life is one big hassle. Other people find it hard to understand you, but you are not concerned as to what they think. Very self-centered person. Average sex partner as too selfish and tend to be absorbed in self pleasure at the expense of your partner. Your best partner in life will be those who choose E (Private) and G (Others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Armpits:  You are a dependable and hard working person. Generally very popular person as you are very down to earth and willing to help others. Tend to get yourself into trouble as you cannot tell whether people are genuine towards you. Make very poor sex partners as you are the working type with average talent. Your best partner in life will be those who choose F (Shoulders).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Hair: Artistic type. Daydreaming is your hobby, but you can achieve what most other people cannot. Dedication is lacking, but you will work tirelessly towards goals which are to your liking. Money is not important. Friends are but only intellectuals and fellow artistic types. Make the best sex partners as you are most willing to explore and please the other partner. Talent is your main strength. Your best partner in life will be those who chose A (Chest) and E (Private).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Private: Shy type. You lack self confidence and tend to be bullied by others. You do not have lots of friends as others find you boring and unattractive. Perserverance is not your strength and you tend to give up easily and at the first opportunity. However, you make an above average sex partner. You are able to show your true emotions to very few people. Hence in sex, you find your inner strengths. Your best sex partner in life will be those who choose B (Face) and D (Hair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Shoulder:  A born loser. You fail in everything that you do. People dislike you and you tend to spend your time alone. Your type have been known to be heavy gamblers and drinkers. You see the world as a living hell. Money and power is also important to you. But your luck will always fail you. You make a lousy sex partner. You will find it difficult to find a partner in life. Those who choose C (Armpits) are your only chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Others:   You are a very average person. Undoubtedly, you have your inner strengths, but people find it hard to see. You must learn to be a little bit more adventurous and see your potential. Deep down, you are very likeable person with very few faults. However, the key will be to make your strengths stand out and not just hide your weaknessess. You are an average sex partner. You have great fantasies about different techniques, but unfortunately are not brave enough to try them out. Your best partner in life will be those who choose B (Face).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm type D. Which type are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111752761475228907?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111752761475228907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111752761475228907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111752761475228907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111752761475228907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/05/shower-test.html' title='The shower test'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-111738348230156487</id><published>2005-05-30T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T09:23:53.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashlee Simpson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;On a Monday, I am waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tuesday, I am fading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And by Wednesday, I can't sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Then the phone rings, I hear you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And the darkness is a clear view &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cuz you've come to rescue me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fall... With you, I fall so fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I can hardly catch my breath, I hope it lasts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ohhhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I like the way that feels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ohhhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's as if you know me better than I ever knew myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I love how you can tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I am moody, messy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I get restless, and it's senseless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;How you never seem to care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When I'm angry, you listen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Make me happy it's a mission &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And you won't stop til I'm there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fall... Sometimes I fall so fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When I hit that bottom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Crash, you're all I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ohhhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I like the way that feels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ohhhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's as if you known me better than I ever knew myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I love how you can tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;How do you know everything I'm about to say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Am I that obvious? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And if it's written on my face... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I hope it never goes away... yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;On a Monday, I am waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And by Tuesday, I am fading into your arms... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So I can breathe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ohhhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I like the way that feels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ohhhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's as if you've know me better than I ever knew myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I love how you can tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ohhhhh I love how you can tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ohhhhh I love how you can tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111738348230156487?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111738348230156487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111738348230156487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111738348230156487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111738348230156487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/05/pieces-of-me.html' title='Pieces of me'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111729683597282332</id><published>2005-05-29T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T09:28:30.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My classes doesn't require me to wake up early. At least for the academic year that just passed. On a typical day, lessons start at 1400hrs, i wake up at 1100, have breakfast, lunch or is it brunch? anyway, eat, bathe and head for school. My body is no longer used to waking up early. Yes yes, i know, i used to wake up early for primary, secondary and jc. But now waking up early is really tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Early in the morning, i can't seem to open my eyes. It's not that i don't want to. i can't! it feels as if they're swollen. Take this morning for example, my kid brother came to wake me up at 9plus, around 0935. After much time spent lazing on the bed, i finally got out of bed. Almost immediately, i felt a slight headache, my stomach didn't feel too good and was somewhat nauseous. I think i even had gastric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Let's move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;There was a family day carnival at my bro's school. That was the reason he woke me up. I asked him what was there at the carnival. One thing that he said tickled me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"The Indian squash the mud on your hand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Don't get me wrong. It does not have any racist connotation. He simply meant henna (Indians using herbs to draw on your hand which would "stain" the skin leaving designs on your hand for a couple weeks) Funny things kids say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;At the carnival, there were food and games. The food, i must say, was alright, depending on what you eat. The fried bee hoon from a stall tasted funny and fried rice was too dry. Then, there were these kids from this Malay stall who either can't count or can't think straight. They were selling some fried food and the price is as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1 piece for 50cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3 pieces for a dollar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5 pieces for two dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Think about it. 3 pieces for a dollar. That makes 6 pieces for two dollars. The more you buy, the more discount you're supposed to get right? (Economies of scale) So why on Earth are they selling it at 5 for $2?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;They actually have dunking game! Never thought i'd see this in Singapore. They put someone up there (to be a clown) and below him is a barrel of water. One would pay to get balls to throw at the lever. Once hit, the lever lowers and the "clown" gets dunked into the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;After some hours at the carnival, i went home, ate and slept. I'm not a pig. I get tired easily. Oh, you didn't know? Well, now you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111729683597282332?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111729683597282332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111729683597282332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111729683597282332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111729683597282332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-another-day.html' title='just another day'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111716966680507311</id><published>2005-05-27T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T21:54:26.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayonnaise Jar &amp; 2 cups of coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not sure what you think of this but i found it coolnfunky and meaningful (don't think coolnfunky and meaningful goes together but anyway) so just to share it with you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand andpoured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things -- God, your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favourite passions--and ifeverything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else --the small stuff."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first- - the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111716966680507311?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111716966680507311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111716966680507311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111716966680507311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111716966680507311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/05/mayonnaise-jar-2-cups-of-coffee.html' title='Mayonnaise Jar &amp; 2 cups of coffee'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111712461589233421</id><published>2005-05-27T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T09:23:35.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about blogthings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Previously, I posted a result of this love quiz that i attempted from blogthings. However, subsequent attempts at different quiz at different times, I could not post the results. There seemed to be an error of some sort. Moral of the story? Don't be lazy. "Cool stuff to put in your blog"? They're lying. How cool can it get when every other blogger has tried and posted the results as an entry? Yes, the results do vary but it's ultimately the same quiz. And i dare say someone out there probably has the same result as you. Write your own entry. Lower risk of having something similar on somebody else's blog. Also, it is definitely not cool when you try so hard to post it and all you get is error! You're frustrated, angry and hot. Totally uncool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyway, I'll be more busy in the days to come. So if i don't update my blog that often, I hope you understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111712461589233421?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111712461589233421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111712461589233421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111712461589233421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111712461589233421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/05/about-blogthings.html' title='about blogthings'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111701574549408260</id><published>2005-05-25T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T03:09:05.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day he went away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;There he stands, in a corner of the room, washing clothes. I pass him the clothes and he washes. No complaints, no questions asked. After he washes the clothes, I hang them out. Our communication is a non-verbal one. All these while, I took him for granted. Making him wash as much clothes as he could at one go. I never checked to see if he was tired, or whether he needed a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yesterday, tragedy struck. He could no longer do the washing. Initially, I thought he was probably just tired or throwing a tantrum. I realized something was not right when he was coughing when washing clothes later at night. The task that used to be chicken feed for him now seems so difficult. I told him to stop washing and take a rest. I called for the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;This morning, the doctor popped by. I was told he was suffering from a heart failure due to exhaustion. The doctor could not give a prescription. He had to be admitted to the hospital for a heart transplant. Later on, two paramedics came and carried him away in a stretcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Now I have to do my own laundry. Oh darling Meyer, my beloved washing machine, how I miss you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111701574549408260?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111701574549408260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111701574549408260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111701574549408260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111701574549408260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-he-went-away.html' title='the day he went away'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111695298713939319</id><published>2005-05-25T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T09:44:16.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fat shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The words we associate with fat people, more often than not, are negative. Listed are a few examples: fat short and lazy, oily, disgusting, oily, glutton, clumsy, stupid, stretch marks, flabby, spare tyre (i.e. beer belly), smelly and the list goes on. Which of the following actually looks positive to you? So what if my guy is fat? He's more agile than me, smarter than me and sometimes i think he smells better than me. So get off my back and stop telling me he sucks, whoever is better or try to hint that he might have body odour. *ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The worship of the thin body is as prevalent here as elsewhere. And so is the stigmatization of the voluptuous. To get around this is difficult but not impossible as long as we keep these in mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Acknowledge the difficulty of losing weight. There are more than 1000 diets and weight-loss strategies on the market. If it was easy to lose weight as all of them say, we wouldn't have an obesity epidemic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Forget about the "ideal" weight. Much of what you see in the media are computer edited bodies beyond what is achievable in real life. Also, there is such a tremendous variation in physical characteristics, that measuring one's height and coming up with an ideal weight number is an oversimplification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fit is more important than fat. Overweight people can be fit. And when they are, they are also healthier than unfit thin people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Focus on behaviour, not scale. Eating right and exercising will invariably improve one's health and reduce one's risk for disease, even if that change doesn't register on the scale as much as one would wish. Once obsessed with the number on th scale, it becomes easier to lose motivation than to lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;See through the kilos. You love your loved ones (parents, spouse, children) even though you probably do not like some of the things they do. Why discriminate against a fat person for just one little flaw? (no pun intended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111695298713939319?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111695298713939319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111695298713939319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111695298713939319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111695298713939319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/05/fat-shit.html' title='fat shit'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111686314666910581</id><published>2005-05-23T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T08:45:46.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;  By recruit, i don't mean army recruits. yes, i think quite a number of you have heard me say i want to go sign on and stuff but i think i was just kidding. anyway, when i say recruit, it refers to job recruitment, like the recruit section of the classified ads? i'm on holiday and would like to get a job. even though it's three months and failure to get a job might imply being bored to tears and tearing my hair out, i won't just take any job that comes my way. i'm fussy. i have quite a few criteria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i must be relatively well paid. anything under $6/hr is a no no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;outdoor sales is totally out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;five days work week, alright, at most six. (with weekend off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the work place must be easily accessible and not far (i.e. north, town and maybe east)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;if there's overtime, the pay must be 1.5times and cab fare claimable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i will not tolerate long hours (i.e. retail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;hey, it's not too much to ask for is it? if you think you have a suitable position for me, you can leave your name, contact number and job scope and i'll get back to you as soon as possible. thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111686314666910581?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111686314666910581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111686314666910581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111686314666910581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111686314666910581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/05/recruit_23.html' title='recruit'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-111660250637395016</id><published>2005-05-20T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:21:46.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff* what's that smell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;there is nothing wrong with guys being metrosexual. they are not gay. in fact, they should be commended as they do look after themselves! for one, they smell good. talking about smell (specifically the unplesant one), there are three main types, bad breath, body odour and athlete's foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;just shut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;no don't get me wrong, the guy did not say anything wrong much less irritate. it's just that..well.."would you like some mint?" yea, you've guessed it, he's got bad breath. bad breath can be a real turn off. solution? drink lots of water, not milk please; pop some mints or simply, keep your mouth shut. period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;get away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;he's not a pervert and definitely not "touchy" but oh man..why is it that when he draws nearer, the smell gets stronger? oh..it's coming from him. solution? bathe (you already did?), try deodorant (doesn't work)  if it's a mild case, just try not to raise your hands so that the smell from your underarms will not be diffused. if all else fails (i.e. it's a serious case) just lock yourself up in a room so that others do not have to suffer with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;athlete's foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;what's with the notion of being politically correct? i'm pretty sure not all athletes have stinky feet. and what an insult to the athletes. i digress. in the event you have stinky feet, solution? just keep your socks and shoes on. try those cream or powder meant to counter athlete's foot. powder can keep the feet dry and less prone to stinking. try putting your shoes under the sun to rid of the moisture and bacteria. if you don't see much of the sun, try sneaker balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i say of the three, body odour would be the worst, followed by bad breath then athlete's foot. what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111660250637395016?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111660250637395016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111660250637395016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111660250637395016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111660250637395016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/05/sniff-whats-that-smell.html' title='*sniff* what&apos;s that smell?'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111650849460004296</id><published>2005-05-19T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T06:17:16.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;this is with courtesy of joy's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;You are attracted to obedience and warmth.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;Your risk of cheating is low. Even if you're tempted, you'd try hard not to do it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;You think of marriage pessimistically. You don't think happy marriages exist anymore.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111650849460004296?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111650849460004296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111650849460004296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111650849460004296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111650849460004296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-quiz.html' title='love quiz'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111650797585131989</id><published>2005-05-19T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T06:10:40.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;hi guys. sorry for not updating my blog. haven't been online for so long. was having exams. i'm sure you'll understand. just had my last paper today. can finally relax a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;anyway, my paper was taken at the Singapore expo. There are some things i've learnt during the exams:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the expo is damn cold. with jeans and t-shirt and a jacket zipped up all the way, my nails still turned purple, my toes cramp and my teeth chattering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;when they say "switch off your handphone", please do it. there were cases of handphones ringing or vibrating against the floor. it was really irritating. there was one invigilator whose phone rang. wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;when they say "no going to the toilet till all papers are accounted for", they mean business, go and they threaten to file a report against you. doesn't matter if you don't feel like obeying the guy, think about your future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;after the paper, i'm so drained. my mind is blank. it's as if what i've learnt is thrown onto the paper. i can't recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;before the paper, i've to go to the toilet. keep thinking i've to take a leak but it's all in the mind. i managed without going for 3 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111650797585131989?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111650797585131989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111650797585131989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111650797585131989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111650797585131989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/05/back.html' title='back!'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111366400345222521</id><published>2005-04-16T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T08:06:43.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Most people are omnivores, eating plants and animals (i.e. vegetables and meat) Doesn't anyone find it rather cruel to be eating them? At least for eating animal that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When watching animal planet, you turn your head away in disgust, not wanting to watch the cheetah tear the deer apart, savouring the meat, with blood all over its mouth. "Ouch!" you exclaimee, feeling the pain for the deer. "Poor thing" you commented, sympathising the deer. But aren't we all guilty of the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gush at the cute little pig plush toy not because you like pigs. You hold the little chick in your hand, stroking it, not because you like chickens. You feed grass to the goats and cows at the zoo not because you like them. Go ahead and violently object. If you love them, would you eat them? Would you eat your spouse as well if he or she was the only meat left? Surely not? We're humans, not spiders or praying mantis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals are reared, gorged with food, so much so that they're too full to move, in the hope that they'll grow bigger, fetching more money at the market. Since birth, they are sentenced with a death sentence. There is no way they can escape. Imagine being led by a leash and you know where you're headed -- the abattoir. Yikes! At least animals in the wild have a chance of survival even though they're hunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for plants, they do not move and we do not communicate with them. Imagine if they were able to move, do you think they will stay rooted to the ground (literally) of run for their dear life when faced with danger? I believe the latter is the rational choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments are welcomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111366400345222521?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111366400345222521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111366400345222521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111366400345222521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111366400345222521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/04/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888399.post-111287713680844569</id><published>2005-04-07T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T05:37:01.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with the address?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;This entry is to address concerns on "why this address" as in why "mycandyhouse.blogspot". Whether you've asked me straight in the face, or you thought aloud or deep inside you there's this tiny voice asking, it doesn't matter because we're about to uncover the mystery in a few seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;As most of you should know, my email addy contains my name. I think that is so dull and boring so I did not need this address to be "eesuan.blogspot". It was on the spur of the moment that I started an account so I did not think before-hand what name i wanted. I thought a big "cheem" word would be sophisticated but at that moment I was too tired and the only words I could think of were "bushed", "melancholy", "exhausted" and maybe "tired". None of which were exactly sophisticated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"princess whatever" seems rather sweet but I don't want to come across as arrogant, thinking too highly of myself see. At this point, being somewhat dreamy, I started to think of fairy tales and children's classics. If you don't already know what I'm driving at, think along this line...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a very poor couple with two children, a boy and a girl. The couple felt that they could not provide for them, thus intending to leave them in the woods hoping that they would be found by some others and be provided for. The next day, after being left in the woods, they wandered around till they found this house made of candy. Uh-huh! candy house!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"SO?" you must be wondering. What is with this story? If you don't already know, this story is Hansel and Gretel. Man, you must have had a sad and deprived childhood to not know this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"So what's the link? why this story" My better half happens to be named Hansel. "Oh!" now you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyway, if you haven't heard of this story, don't be shy, come to me, I'd gladly narrate it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111287713680844569?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111287713680844569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111287713680844569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111287713680844569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111287713680844569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/04/whats-with-address.html' title='What&apos;s with the address?'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111269757593748245</id><published>2005-04-05T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T03:39:35.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Guys are hard to please.  The problems with them: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you treat him nicely, he says you are in love with him; If you don't, he says you are proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you dress nicely, he says you are trying to seduce him; If you don't, he says you are from kampung.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you argue with him, he says you are stubborn; If you keep quiet, he says u have no brains.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you are smarter than him, he'll lose face; If he's smarter than you, he is great.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you don't love him, he tries to possess u; If you love him, he will try to leave you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you don't make love to him, he says you don't love him;     If you do, he says you are cheap and wonders how many guys have bedded you already.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you tell him your problem, he says you are troublesome; If you don't, he says that you don't trust him.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you scold him, you are like his mum; If he scolds you, it is because he cares for you.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you break your promise, you cannot be trusted; If he breaks his, he is forced to do so.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you do well in your exams, he says it's luck; If he does well, it's brains.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you hurt him, you are cruel; If he hurts you, you are oversensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh well, what can i say? Guys--love them, hate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111269757593748245?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111269757593748245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111269757593748245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111269757593748245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111269757593748245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/04/guys.html' title='Guys'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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-11888399.post-111250519363317927</id><published>2005-04-03T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T21:13:13.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;wat's a blog? blog is a web log, an online journal. a journal is personal yet being online means there for all to see. so where does the blog stand? *ambivalent*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;well, why am i here i have no idea. seems as if everyone has a blog so i might as well get one. talking about being ambivalent. i rest my case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;so here i am. "welcome to the club"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888399-111250519363317927?l=mycandyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/111250519363317927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888399&amp;postID=111250519363317927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111250519363317927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888399/posts/default/111250519363317927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycandyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/04/welcome-to-club.html' title='welcome to the club'/><author><name>suan*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363704761666457225</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>
