<?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-1530934884448151216</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:22:06.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cottoncandyinyourface</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-9095752270642323246</id><published>2009-11-02T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:49:30.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>livejournallivejournal</title><content type='html'>yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just created a livejournal acc. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move over, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefreaklives.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;thefreaklives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.thefreaklives.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-9095752270642323246?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/9095752270642323246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=9095752270642323246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/9095752270642323246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/9095752270642323246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/11/livejournallivejournal.html' title='livejournallivejournal'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-433385080590752886</id><published>2009-09-06T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:24:16.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebookfacebookfacebook</title><content type='html'>i have decided not to blog until i feel like it. which wont be anytime soon. but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall facebook from now until i get so damn sick of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger's just too damn troublesome. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... STUDMUFFIN!! hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-433385080590752886?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/433385080590752886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=433385080590752886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/433385080590752886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/433385080590752886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebookfacebookfacebook.html' title='facebookfacebookfacebook'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-3518076457433692602</id><published>2009-08-04T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:27:51.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omgomgomg</title><content type='html'>I am going to die of hyperventilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just found studmuffin's facebook page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh em gee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-3518076457433692602?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3518076457433692602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=3518076457433692602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/3518076457433692602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/3518076457433692602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/08/omgomgomg.html' title='omgomgomg'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-7429777928284065968</id><published>2009-08-03T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:36:49.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go again</title><content type='html'>Okay. Here goes another pathetic attempt at writing more to be a journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today rocked 'cause me saw STUDMUFFIN. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried out a new hairstyle which involves me getting pissed at my hair and stuffing all the clips in my arsenal(say about... 12?) into my hair. Not bad huh? At least It stays up. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's the last day for Cikgu Zahara before she goes on leave. No wonder she didn't teach anything today. Haha. Then erm, some kinda incident occurred and I was like, what the toot? But yeah, then it ended and I was like, oohh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos, I'mma miss Cikgu. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like creating a new theme for my phone now. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH! STUDMUFFFIIIINNNN!!!! WHAT THE HELL DO I SEE IN YOU MAN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Where the hell is that stupid toolbar above this text box where I can change the font and colours and the alignment and stuff? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-7429777928284065968?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7429777928284065968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=7429777928284065968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7429777928284065968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7429777928284065968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-5876740282905507246</id><published>2009-07-17T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:26:03.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh what's a girl supposed to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STUDMUFFINSTUDMUFFINSTUDMUFFIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMFGWTFBBQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ ME SAW HIM TODAAAYYYY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! :giddygrin::giddygrin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think he saw something that he shouldn't have seen. ... Shit. That's embarrassing. Crapcrapcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Darlyna got a new phone. When she showed it to me, I started tearing up. Seriously. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that Nokia phone which looks like a BlackBerry, and it's red. DARN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind. I don't mind waiting for a BlackBerry. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate with Darlyna at KFC, then went back to school, planning to do some Art, but ended up hanging out with Izzati and a bunch of other people. Guru is a funny guy. Watching Izzati and Guru argue [loved that thick lips part] and Ali trying to be funny is just hysterical .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, I laughed until I wanted to pee. Which I did. In a toilet. ... Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the bus home with Izzati, talked some shit, shopped at the pasar malam in Admiralty [HAHA], then took 912 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my horror, BOTH the lifts at my block were busted. So I had to climb up to the sixth storey. Like, shitzzzzzzzeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay. The stairs in school are worse. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst part is that it was like, getting dark and the bloody lights weren't even on yet. Then the stairs were like, facing the trees, and there wasn't a single freakin' person around. Like, scary sia. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home, and was damn glad that my neighbour had their door open and I could see them at their living room and stuff. Felt much better. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I'm too lazy to post anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret. I'll post more BlackBerry pics next post to make up for the lack of one in this one. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-5876740282905507246?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5876740282905507246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=5876740282905507246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5876740282905507246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5876740282905507246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-whats-girl-supposed-to-do.html' title='oh what&apos;s a girl supposed to do?'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-5733045872405430888</id><published>2009-07-16T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:45:34.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me don't need no redbull to get high</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've just realised that nowadays I always seem to get into a high , like, from recess onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing eventful happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I caught a glimpse of MISHTUR STUD MUFFIN today. TEE HEE HEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIDICULOUSADORABLENESSALERT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During mother tongue class I got Pube to follow me back to class to get my Portfolio thing. Damn funny. We were like, arguing the whole way to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then like, during Physics, Seri and Divya were pissed at someoneyouknowwhoiguessyoudont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Mr Oh guy was showing us some physics video. Then the last part was kinda cool, and I was about to talk to Divya and Seri about it, but apparently they were looking out the window and glaring at someoneyouknowwhoiguessyoudont. It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Eh, that one quite cool ah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-turns to look at Divya and Seri, sees them glaring at HER on the other side-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"... Ooooookay.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such &lt;/span&gt;attentive friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... whatelse whatelse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Sharifah and I went to the waffle shop after school. It was funny. Cos we found out that we were short of five cents. Yes, FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily I had 2 Malaysian ringgit with me, and there was a money changer right next to the waffle shop. HAHA. Told Sharifah to change the money. Woo. At least I got a dollar from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went home and had a nice looooong shower, then settled down to blog half this post, before getting distracted by Heroes [lawl], and then resuming this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, how could I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hotcellularphone.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/orange-launch-blackberry-curve-8900-smartphone-in-spain.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 250px;" src="http://hotcellularphone.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/orange-launch-blackberry-curve-8900-smartphone-in-spain.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-drool-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-5733045872405430888?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5733045872405430888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=5733045872405430888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5733045872405430888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5733045872405430888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-dont-need-no-redbull-to-get-high.html' title='me don&apos;t need no redbull to get high'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-7799186674834156113</id><published>2009-07-15T21:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:00:09.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mishturr Stud Muffin . XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOOOO!!! -throws hands up in the air like the maniac I am-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still surprised that I haven't had that sugar crash I've been expecting for the past few hours. ...hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was like, SUPAH high during the NYAA thing. Damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, screaming WOOOO every time the frisbee dropped onto the ground, and I'd run for it. Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got hit in the face by a stray frisbee. I thought I broke my nose. -.- Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Mr Mark Oo said 'Eh You got style ah' while he was teaching about eight of us how to throw and catch the frisbee properly [which Shiny seems to fail at. She keeps kicking the damn thing. -.-].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA. Kay shaddup Asyiqin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I screamed WOO from the parade square onto the third level where Ain was like, calling me. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I screamed WOO again before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ZOMFG I DIDN'T SEE MY STUD MUFFIN [formerly known as TGWSKMHNJS] TODAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when the hell this whole Stud Muffin business started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL ADORABLENESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Asyiqin: shaddup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Don't think I forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... BLACKBERRRYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/3252506530_c1ceb27ba8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 214px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/3252506530_c1ceb27ba8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-drool-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-7799186674834156113?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7799186674834156113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=7799186674834156113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7799186674834156113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7799186674834156113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/07/mishturr-stud-muffin-xd.html' title='mishturr Stud Muffin . XD'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/3252506530_c1ceb27ba8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-269854936650779973</id><published>2009-07-14T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:26:14.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiredtiredtired BUT WHO CARES?! I DON'T!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I. Am. So. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just woken up from a sleep which lasted for about... 3 hours. 7.30pm till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But drinking ice cold chrysanthemum tea helps me stay a awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I'm not wearing my specs, so I can't really see what the hell I'm typing on the stinkin' screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have no idea why the hell I'm awake for. Tomorrow's Flexi Wednesday (which my dad said I have to wake up earlier 'cause he has to go to work earlier. Wtf. Ironic, much?), so I'll have plenty of time to do the little amount of homework that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Feeling slightly more awake now. But still as half-blind as I was as the beginning of this post. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo ooooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw TGWSKMHNJS [see prev. post] today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Whatevs. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos and anywhats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing eventful today, 'cept for me and Sharifah playing... erm... Kick the Thing with some some squashed plastic capsule thing, the one where there's supposed to be toys inside. Yeah. Oh, and I was the one who did the squashing. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaah. Sharifah and I got high, alright. Then she just HAD to kick the thing off the third floor... by accident. Now that poor little red thing's lying in the middle of the school's Eco Garden. HAHA. Good job, Sharifah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was super high during Malay class. And I think Sharifah and Haziq were, too. 'Cause they could keep up with my crap. Coolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no freakin' idea why the hell I was so stressed out and practically EMO [kay. EMO and ME do NOT go.] in the morning to the point of being rude to Divya. Man. It felt good to finally be able to be rude to someone. So I'm strangely not guilty. Yeah. ... Now I'm slightly guilty for not feeling guilty. What the?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe telling her to 'leave me the hell alone' was too harsh. But hey. When someone's tensed up, you don't repeat 'Why're you so tensed' twice even after the person told you to lay off... without actually telling you to lay off. -.- I mean, I would talk about it if I wanted to. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been secretly wanting to use that 'Will you just leave me the hell alone' line for a realllly long time. Woo. Okay. Shaddup Asyiqin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the EMO period I was back to normal, and subsequently going into some sort of high during Malay class and the following lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG DID YOU KNOW?! I love the chapter on HItler. So interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to get waffles. ME LOVE CHOCOLATE WAFFLESSSSSSSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The had the eProfile thing. It's amazing how people can come up with so many versions of the same question. I mean, most of them mean the same damn thing. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN CAME THE SUGAR CRASH!! Wherein I suddenly get so tired from being too hyper previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home gushing to Amanda about something I don't wish to disclose. :innocentsmileyface::innocentsmileyface:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then reached home, and - wow I didn't realise I've put on my specs already. ... When did I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, and HOLY COTTON CANDDDDYYYYYYYY I was SUPAH tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited for the evening prayer to be done, before SLEEP BABY, SLEEEEPPP!! And I hadn't been planning to sleep. But I did, and woke up like, three hours later to post. BE PROUD, MY READERS!! Me-ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH!! I got a new file todaaayyy! It's that kinda file where you clip on the papers and stuff. AND GUESS WHAT COLOUR IT IS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinthint: IT'S THE COLOUR OF ORANGE PEN INKS, ORANGE UNDIES AND ORANGES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Editted 10.20pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG I JUST REALISED I MISSED OUT SOMETHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.multicellphone.com/images2/BlackBerry%20Curve%208900%20custom%20colors%20by%20ColorWare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 203px;" src="http://www.multicellphone.com/images2/BlackBerry%20Curve%208900%20custom%20colors%20by%20ColorWare.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:anotherinnocentsmileyface:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-269854936650779973?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/269854936650779973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=269854936650779973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/269854936650779973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/269854936650779973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/07/tiredtiredtired-but-who-cares-i-dont.html' title='tiredtiredtired BUT WHO CARES?! I DON&apos;T!'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-4327872422292968407</id><published>2009-07-13T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:12:29.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of cute little  furry creatures and blackberries... both are a win.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omgomgomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.phones-online.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/blackberry-curve-8900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 228px;" src="http://www.phones-online.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/blackberry-curve-8900.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sorry, couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be doing my Malay File corrections and Maths homework now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it's not like I'm not gonna do them after posting, right? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who I saw in school today, for like, erm... fourfivemaybeSIX times??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute guy! Haha. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised how he has like, the sortakindamaybe the same smile as Nick J. (Which nearly made me drool over my Mee Bandung. And yes, it was during recess.)  So, from now on I shall call him... The Guy Who Has SortaKindaMaybe Has Nick J's Smile. TGWHSKMHNJS, for short. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I can see that that won't work out. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about... Cute Guy? Okay. That's awesome. Real original, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatevs, Asyiqin. I don't know him, he doesn't know me. WHICH IS JUST SADSADSAD. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we did some paper crane folding stuff as VIP. Something about each paper crane equals to donating a hundred grams of rice to the needy. I attempted to fold 20 paper cranes with the help of Divya and Shala-la-la-lini. Which, naturally, failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW I HAVE PAPERCUTSSSSSS!!! But if it's for a good cause, it doesn't matter. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random pics Amanda showed me on the net. So freakin' adorable, can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cuteoverload.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/dsc_0777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 232px;" src="http://cuteoverload.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/dsc_0777.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cuteoverload.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/archie6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://cuteoverload.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/archie6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cuteoverload.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/archie8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://cuteoverload.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/archie8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cuteoverload.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/s640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 231px;" src="http://cuteoverload.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/s640x480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(EMO BUNNY!! HAHAHAHA ZOMFG I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cuteoverload.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/blanco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 216px;" src="http://cuteoverload.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/blanco.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I WANNA... FREAKING... GAAAHHH!! SO CUTTEE!!&lt;br /&gt;- melts into a puddle of female affection for small furry and fluffy creatures-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should start what I should've started, like, two hours ago. The pile of crap behind me is just... GRAWR. I WILL burn you one day, Evil Minions of Education!! YOU SHALL MEET YOUR DOOM IN THE HANDS OF THE OH-SO-SCARY, PETRIFYING, BUTTER-KNIFE-WIELDING -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I should just stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-4327872422292968407?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4327872422292968407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=4327872422292968407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4327872422292968407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4327872422292968407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-cute-little-furry-creatures-and.html' title='Of cute little  furry creatures and blackberries... both are a win.'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-4275745263880527596</id><published>2009-07-12T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:28:39.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the BlackBerry craze; my ingenius plans to get one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shopaservice.com/articles/wp-content/uploads/rim-blackberry-curve-8900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 284px;" src="http://www.shopaservice.com/articles/wp-content/uploads/rim-blackberry-curve-8900.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently still in the Blackberry craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know: the BlackBerry Curve 8900 seems more appealing to me rather than the Bold 9000 or the Storm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA SAVE UP 200 BUCKS TO GET THE DAMN THING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is gonna take me... like... ten freakin' weeks. That is, if I don't use up any of the 25 bucks I get every week. Or if I only use 5 bucks per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I CAN DO THIS! BELIEVE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I save up a hundred or something... then beg my dad to pay the other half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously need to get line. I can't stand using prepaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully my aunt's blogshop (in which yours truly is in charge of site maintenance) will be a hit or something, and I get enough commission to contribute to my 'I Need A Blackberry Badly' funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butbutbut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do something about my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I think this term won't be as bad as the last, because the stinkin' Chem. teacher finally switched with a more understandable one. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll have to stayback every Mondays and Thursdays for self-study. In which I ACTUALLY study. WHICH I think is quite frightening. But hey, it might increase my chances for better grades, which therefore means my dad will be more inclined to reward me with something which will be when I mention a BlackBerry... Okay I'm getting way ahead of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfg I just realised that instead of starving myself and thrashing my brains, I can just ask for it on my birthday, while at the same time saving a decent amount of money from now till November so at least I can pay half or something. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'MMA GENIUSSSSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.upscaleswagger.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/blackberry-javelin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 243px;" src="http://www.upscaleswagger.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/blackberry-javelin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT FOR ME, MY BABY BLACKBERRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA'S COMING FOR YOUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editted [9.24pm] : OMFG DEAR HAZIQ JUST REMINDED ME THAT THERE'S HARI RAYA ALSO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACKBERRYBLACKBERRYBLACKBERRRYYYY HEREEEE I COME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-4275745263880527596?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4275745263880527596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=4275745263880527596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4275745263880527596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4275745263880527596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/07/blackberry-craze-my-ingenius-plans-to.html' title='the BlackBerry craze; my ingenius plans to get one'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-4335138805719706388</id><published>2009-07-10T23:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:45:39.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wannawannawanna Blackberry, damnit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted for, like, a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually today I was planning on typing some sensible shit up here, but as it turns out, I'm too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SldcuEXpYfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ITzbkqAkBGk/s1600-h/BlackBerryBold9000PhoneBlack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SldcuEXpYfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ITzbkqAkBGk/s320/BlackBerryBold9000PhoneBlack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356852228297155058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOBS!! I WANT THIS PHONE BADDDDDLYYYY!!! Like, I'll take care of it like a freakin' baby, man! I'll even give it it's own cute little bed next to mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UWAAAAHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Now all I have to do is wait (and pray) that my dad decides to let me use line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I CAN GET A NEW PHONE, BABY! YEEAAAHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's still remaining a hope (and prayer), 'cause me daddy hasn't been really fun these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Every time you attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Doesn't drive me to fight you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And you know, whoa, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;That I'll never let it be World War III. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No link. Haha. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really like that part of the chorus from the song, okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-4335138805719706388?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4335138805719706388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=4335138805719706388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4335138805719706388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4335138805719706388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wannawannawanna-blackberry-damnit.html' title='I wannawannawanna Blackberry, damnit'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SldcuEXpYfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ITzbkqAkBGk/s72-c/BlackBerryBold9000PhoneBlack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-4762739233984045290</id><published>2009-06-10T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:00:08.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i get  bored, i get bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just msn-ed with a long lost primary school friend who happens to be from Marsiling sec. And she's from NPCC too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have contacts. LOL. Not bad, Asyiqin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm msn-ing with Zul, whom I've never msn-ed with, and barely talk to in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should ask my primary school friend for her blog url.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO she went offline!! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh wait, she just came back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... NOOOO now she's busy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... now Zul and I are discussing about... erm... the korean and japanese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtft [what the freaking toot]?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONICCCCCCCC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/Si-t39qMKxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/aGIo568GX5A/s1600-h/Sonic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/Si-t39qMKxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/aGIo568GX5A/s320/Sonic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345682459667999506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonic the Hedgehog kicks butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-4762739233984045290?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4762739233984045290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=4762739233984045290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4762739233984045290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4762739233984045290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-get-bored-i-get-bored.html' title='when i get  bored, i get bored'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/Si-t39qMKxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/aGIo568GX5A/s72-c/Sonic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-1313509153741748782</id><published>2009-06-09T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:31:43.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the freaking toot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today... we had issues with Marsiling sec near the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's only one guy from Marsiling sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, please la. Don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;step defenddefend&lt;/span&gt;, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see some indian guy from Fuchun's underwear and laugh also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot is it&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What this&lt;/span&gt;, Asyiqin?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What telah happen&lt;/span&gt; to my english?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Proper English from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! And I think St. Nicks rocks! YAY girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that girl whom I forgot her name [darn it] from Pei Cai sec rocks too. Love her attitude man. I wonder how she survives being the only girl in her squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm just gonna go find something better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-1313509153741748782?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1313509153741748782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=1313509153741748782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/1313509153741748782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/1313509153741748782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-freaking-toot.html' title='what the freaking toot'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-7395925857803789756</id><published>2009-06-07T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:00:25.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zomfg my phone's net works</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YESYESYESYESYESYESYES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PHONE'S INTERNET WORKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU GOOGLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually excited for tomorrow's NPCC shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-7395925857803789756?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7395925857803789756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=7395925857803789756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7395925857803789756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7395925857803789756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/06/zomfg-my-phones-net-works.html' title='zomfg my phone&apos;s net works'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-4254584330904193041</id><published>2009-06-04T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:05:30.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh, evg sec</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eh, evergreen sec 3 npcc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know one of the reasons why yishun town's autonomous and you're not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're, at least, bilingual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't talk so much, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: haha. too tired to type any more shit. they're not worth it, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-4254584330904193041?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4254584330904193041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=4254584330904193041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4254584330904193041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4254584330904193041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/06/eh-evergreen-sec.html' title='eh, evg sec'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-4450295606366274496</id><published>2009-06-03T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:06:11.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trouble in hta toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evergreen Sec sec 3 NPCC cadets [especially the females]... need to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick fight with YTSS females in HTA girls toilet for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn retarded you know. I was like, laughing damn hard through the whole thing. I found it damn hysterical, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, at least if you wanna insult, insult in English la. Insulting in Malay is just damn pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. I seriously love my squad. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys, muackszsxzs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i realize that this post might get me bashed up or something, but who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-4450295606366274496?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4450295606366274496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=4450295606366274496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4450295606366274496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4450295606366274496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/06/trouble-in-hta-toilet.html' title='trouble in hta toilet'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-3561412335681983188</id><published>2009-06-02T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:24:45.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy, i am</title><content type='html'>Just came back from spending practically the whole day cleaning the NP room, and sending my dear Kiki to the vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall post another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-3561412335681983188?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3561412335681983188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=3561412335681983188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/3561412335681983188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/3561412335681983188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/06/lazy-i-am.html' title='lazy, i am'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-4299042877918984897</id><published>2009-05-28T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:25:53.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will, and did, survive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MYCOM'SALIVEMYCOM'SALIVEMYCOM'SALIIIIVVEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After over a week of no computer because it crashed, yet again, I swear I was going into withdrawal if I had to take another day of absolute boredom. And get this: my television cable got busted, too. But both repair-people for both machines came today to fixed both things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to catch up with my manga and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-4299042877918984897?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4299042877918984897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=4299042877918984897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4299042877918984897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4299042877918984897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/05/mycomsalivemycomsalivemycomsaliiiivveee.html' title='i will, and did, survive.'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-251846502674563950</id><published>2009-05-13T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:54:53.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i see my F flying away. oh wait, is that a U coming my way?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Definition of 'MINAH'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=minahs"&gt;this link I went to from Seri's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;" class="definition"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The opposite of mats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The female sub-culture of the malay community in singapore, or neighbouring malaysia. They wear tapered pants, g-strings and uber tight clothes when they know they're fucking fat. How these mats still get turned on by them is beyond anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How to identify them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1-At an average of 5 words, the word 'sial', or 'siak' or 'siol' will be used. These words are phrase emphasisers like fug or shit in their mother tongue, malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2-They are fucking anoying hoes who tune their cheap ass nokias with fucking loud speakers and play the same monophonic ringtone again and again repeatedly in the fucking bus or train and never get bored with it. They always appear to have different opinions and comments about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3-They're fuckin dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4- they're broke as fuck like they're male counterparts (mats)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5-you can find them at any void deck of any hdb flats in singapore. They're usually in large groups, of about 8, playing shit music on some cheap ass guitar, sharing a cigarette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They're comparable to the blondes of america except, they're fucken ugly like 90% of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If u get called a minah, u've been insulted beyond recognition. Its so bad, u'll lose the purpose of living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="example"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey minah, can u shut that fuck cheap ass nokia of urs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first dude: Dude, i think im gonna die, god is sending me signs, that minah just winked at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second dude: DAYM!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just gonna go mug ART now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: who the hell mugs art? people who want an F instead of a U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-251846502674563950?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/251846502674563950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=251846502674563950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/251846502674563950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/251846502674563950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha_13.html' title='i see my F flying away. oh wait, is that a U coming my way?'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-2360768595372476450</id><published>2009-05-11T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:25:04.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twinkles will kick your ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SggKsimk_VI/AAAAAAAAAdw/XneaSJ0YjmY/s1600-h/van-houten-twinkles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SggKsimk_VI/AAAAAAAAAdw/XneaSJ0YjmY/s320/van-houten-twinkles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334525518939487570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkles rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I freaking love Twinkles man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I got the three tubes in one packet thing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Maths Paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-2360768595372476450?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2360768595372476450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=2360768595372476450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2360768595372476450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2360768595372476450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/05/twinkles-will-kick-your-ass.html' title='twinkles will kick your ass'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SggKsimk_VI/AAAAAAAAAdw/XneaSJ0YjmY/s72-c/van-houten-twinkles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-7484690331111334231</id><published>2009-05-08T19:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:51:28.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>social line, baking cookies, oh how lame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SgQXijbRwKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/NhUgzk9mhvc/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SgQXijbRwKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/NhUgzk9mhvc/s320/DSC00317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333413741106151586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the contrasts in our skin colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SgQXiYLV8MI/AAAAAAAAAc4/8f0VauGZTsk/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SgQXiYLV8MI/AAAAAAAAAc4/8f0VauGZTsk/s320/DSC00316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333413738086527170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After slacking around for a while with Ain, Seri and Shafiqah, went home with Ain. Then somehow decided to go to the library at Causeway Point to study cause she needed to return some books too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up not studying [oh why am i not surprised?]. And somehow ended up giggling at this group of three guys [i giggled at anyone who looked funny]. One of them looked like you-know-who. Shh, Ain. It's our little secret. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, so sad they went away after a while. Probably shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they went away it got pretty much boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SgQXi7v1lWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RA-CWZDHfRA/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SgQXi7v1lWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RA-CWZDHfRA/s320/DSC00322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333413747634836834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain having a sudden bout of hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, we were sitting by the giant tree at the Children's section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SgQXi1CqQoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/KdObGVTWSJs/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SgQXi1CqQoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/KdObGVTWSJs/s320/DSC00323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333413745834738306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An almost-candid shot Ain took while I was taking something out of my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SgQXjCzKE2I/AAAAAAAAAdY/v9qVHyyUjG8/s1600-h/DSC00324editted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SgQXjCzKE2I/AAAAAAAAAdY/v9qVHyyUjG8/s320/DSC00324editted.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333413749527810914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain acting cute and me looking 'garang', as Ain kindly put it. She was going "Take picture take picture!" and I was like,  "... Just hurry up. I hear people coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously editted this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SgQXt8dJaaI/AAAAAAAAAdg/d65rR8TcHRA/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SgQXt8dJaaI/AAAAAAAAAdg/d65rR8TcHRA/s320/DSC00327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333413936803441058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is NOT on her shoulder. Her freakin' hair's just too... funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no. Cam-whoring is not normal in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked cookies for Mother's Day. Gave it to my mum just now and she said it was half-baked. LOL. Then she baked it again properly so now it's more edible than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMFGWTFBBQ it's the weekends already?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YAY Monday's a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///F:/MY%20STUFF/PHONE%20PICTURES/DSC00317.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///F:/MY%20STUFF/PHONE%20PICTURES/DSC00316.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-7484690331111334231?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7484690331111334231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=7484690331111334231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7484690331111334231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7484690331111334231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/05/pon-ing-baking-cookies-oh-how-lame.html' title='social line, baking cookies, oh how lame'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SgQXijbRwKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/NhUgzk9mhvc/s72-c/DSC00317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-6035237120728536935</id><published>2009-05-06T20:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:56:07.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caffeine is a dangerous thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it sucked at first cause I was so stressed from Maths, and snapped at anyone who disturbed my sleep in the morning. Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Maths paper 1 sucked, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, me, Sharifah, Seri and Divya went to Mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something that I never thought I would ever do.&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the cup was pretty and I felt like I needed to drown my sorrows from Maths over something. So coffee it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Seri got hiiiiigghh baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, a normal person would put one stick of creamer and sugar in the coffee. But Seri and I aren't exactly normal, so we got, like, four and a freaking half sticks of creamer and 5 and a half sticks of sugar into the sucker. We had to share the last stick, thus explaining the halves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the coffee actually tasted good. And I found out that Seri and I can't handle caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharifah had kindly recorded a moment of our coffee frenzy. Quality sucks, but what the heck. Not like anyone's gonna watch anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moment o n e [ we weren't that crazy. yet. but seri was giggling like a schoolgirl. oh wait. nvm.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f671df4188c5288a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df671df4188c5288a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330285873%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D484E3BEB52592DDD621E577023BF4923EB6E1CFD.70D7F69E6DD01EA17B4183A7506453ADA049BB04%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df671df4188c5288a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dy3DDv9SFPFSK3eonuOxsldz70UU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df671df4188c5288a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330285873%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D484E3BEB52592DDD621E577023BF4923EB6E1CFD.70D7F69E6DD01EA17B4183A7506453ADA049BB04%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df671df4188c5288a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dy3DDv9SFPFSK3eonuOxsldz70UU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I was kinda stoning there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moment t w o [ got shafiqah and ain to try out coffee and coke together. just being utterly retarded. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b32f7989f847db93" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db32f7989f847db93%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330285873%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67A0C3687C2C9176C4D138BAAED73FC3920605B3.2A067DCF5A55E380646531B82FD28045DF234ED4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db32f7989f847db93%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMVpMD79pIhNodAJMxRz-lSc6kE8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db32f7989f847db93%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330285873%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67A0C3687C2C9176C4D138BAAED73FC3920605B3.2A067DCF5A55E380646531B82FD28045DF234ED4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db32f7989f847db93%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMVpMD79pIhNodAJMxRz-lSc6kE8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went around NorthPoint just slacking, waiting for Physics lesson to start. We were so high that we went into shoe shops and lingerie shops like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had Physics with Jack 'Stone' Tan [go check out &lt;a href="http://sweet-tear-drops.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shiny's blog&lt;/a&gt; for his facebook fanclub which she had created.]. Cleared up some doubts. And he has two freaking phones! Like, iPhone and Blackberry! Like, HELL-o??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then decided to meet Ms Goh even though it was late, spent two hours studying 4 months worth of POA. Wasn't that bad, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to study Physics and POA now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-6035237120728536935?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b32f7989f847db93&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f671df4188c5288a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6035237120728536935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=6035237120728536935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/6035237120728536935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/6035237120728536935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/05/caffeine-is-dangerous-thing.html' title='caffeine is a dangerous thing'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-4619091027993401842</id><published>2009-05-04T19:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:36:23.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop halt rest, if only</title><content type='html'>-ignores previous post-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you're so stressed to the point of only being able to find a few moments of reprieve from depressing music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not really, but it's one of the ways for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other: think two weeks ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-omfgomfgomfgtwoweekstomypurtyheadphonesdrooldrooldrool-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised that my blog playlist has many kinda-not-so-definitely emo songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 'Emergency' by Paramore sounds slightly different from the version that I have. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna mug SS. While being depressing, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i'm wearing orange shorts and shirt. coolio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-4619091027993401842?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4619091027993401842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=4619091027993401842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4619091027993401842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4619091027993401842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-halt-rest-if-only.html' title='stop halt rest, if only'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-3302851186515911787</id><published>2009-05-02T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:45:27.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it'll clear up soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall not be posting till MYE's over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wish to talk about my papers, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"So what're you planning to do the day after MYE's over?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Par-tay, baby, partaaaayy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Jun Kiat, Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-3302851186515911787?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3302851186515911787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=3302851186515911787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/3302851186515911787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/3302851186515911787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/05/itll-clear-up-soon.html' title='it&apos;ll clear up soon'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-8271279723967638083</id><published>2009-04-26T13:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:10:01.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naruto Shippuden Movie : Kizuna [Bonds]</title><content type='html'>The fifth Naruto movie &lt;a href="http://watchanimenow.com/naruto-shippuuden-movie-kizuna-bonds/"&gt;[Kizuna/ Bonds]&lt;/a&gt; is officially the best I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me squeal like the fan girl I am when Sasuke appeared. Squealed more than I've ever had  when the first thing that appeared in the movie was Sasuke. Half-naked. Doing Chidori under the waterfall. Me-ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually cringed when Naruto gets bashed up. Serious. Got pretty thrashed up after a whole hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was kinda wondering why the hell Sakura's so weak. Like, honestly, Sakura took one hit and she was knocked unconscious, while Naruto gets thrashed for about an hour and still has enough energy to take down the flying fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By himselves. And no, that's not a grammatical error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sai rocked my freakin' socks! OMFG. Loved it when he fought with those flying freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shino too! Rock on, bug boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised Lee wasn't in the movie. Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand omFg I was squealing so much during the final battle where Sasuke and Naruto were fighting together. And those disgusting yellow hand-things were flinging Naruto and Sasuke around. Sasuke looked damn cute, can?! And there was this split second where the hand-things crashed both of them together. That was whoa man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that Amaru girl refused to go with the villagers and Hinata on that flying ship thing, and suddenly Sasuke just grabbed her and threw her onto the ship. Damn funny! And Hinata calls him Sasuke-kun? Whassup with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SasukeSasukeSasuke actually - in a sense - protected the people? Like, he chopped up those yellow hand-things when they tried to hit the ship. And then -omfg this part was damn sad- Naruto whispered a 'Thank you, Sasuke' and he disconnected the thing Sasuke was standing on so Sasuke could get away from the place and the music in the background was just SOBS man. And there was the whole eye contact thing going on. And Naruto's expression. Omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm addicted to the ending song. Rawr. Anyway I've been addicted to that song even before I watched the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this movie has proven that avenger-emo-I-dont-give-a-shit Uchiha Sasuke still cares for Konoha and the people [though he doesn't show it].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that he's as hot as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"I'll definitely bring you back to Konoha, Sasuke." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Naruto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-8271279723967638083?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8271279723967638083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=8271279723967638083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/8271279723967638083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/8271279723967638083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/04/naruto-shippuden-movie-kizuna-bonds.html' title='Naruto Shippuden Movie : Kizuna [Bonds]'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-2776499981684719609</id><published>2009-04-22T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:13:16.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatWhatWHAT?!</title><content type='html'>hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling guilty for reading a -damn interesting- book during Mr Tay's 2-hour lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He noticed and didn't even stop me. What a great guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm done with that nice book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FANFICTION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's this about me winning second prize for some art competition that I know nothing of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-2776499981684719609?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2776499981684719609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=2776499981684719609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2776499981684719609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2776499981684719609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/04/whatwhatwhat.html' title='whatWhatWHAT?!'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-7794272285917119118</id><published>2009-04-19T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:16:12.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omigosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stinkin' woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowitlookslikelikelike -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bowl haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit I can't show my face in school with this pathetic excuse of a haircut!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a kick-ass haircut with manymanymany layers but NOOOOO my dad just HAS to have a pathetic sense of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the day: Never listen to my dad's advice regarding hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-7794272285917119118?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7794272285917119118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=7794272285917119118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7794272285917119118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7794272285917119118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/04/omigosh.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-2756279855959593371</id><published>2009-04-19T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:41:12.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid female cycles.</title><content type='html'>pissedPissedPISSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't &amp;amp;@!%#&amp;amp;^@$&amp;amp;^$ cut my (!#^@&amp;amp;$%(@$ hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDRAAAAAWRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I've been waitingneedingthinking for a whole goddamn week and suddenly I can't chop my goddamn hair off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of stinkin' female cycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATEITHATEITHATEIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shoutscreamshriek my pissed-off-ness at something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh, what's another week to wait?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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cycles.'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-1922607951121428098</id><published>2009-04-12T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:06:48.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when my mouse worked, i thought a miracle happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omgomgomgomg&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mymouseworks&lt;/span&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post something just in case my mouse fails me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some study session with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ain, Sharifah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Shafiqah &lt;/span&gt;at my house on Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SeHsU2dCL5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/ktSYqdQTLLI/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SeHsU2dCL5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/ktSYqdQTLLI/s320/DSC00247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323796077487468434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Whoops. Forgot to turn on the timer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SeHsU1EO0SI/AAAAAAAAAcA/5OGXGrNnrt8/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SeHsU1EO0SI/AAAAAAAAAcA/5OGXGrNnrt8/s320/DSC00246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323796077115003170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Holy shitzeh. Our cuteness blinds all that is not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SeHsVF_3y7I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MuW1v-dY-mQ/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SeHsVF_3y7I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MuW1v-dY-mQ/s320/DSC00248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323796081660119986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rockers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; So not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I was in stinkin tight jeans Ain and Shafiqah forced me to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SeHskY4nsCI/AAAAAAAAAco/P5-oZkG4Kas/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SeHskY4nsCI/AAAAAAAAAco/P5-oZkG4Kas/s320/DSC00252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323796344428015650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A very rushed cam-whoring session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SeHsVTb9t-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/aMKjJMjpgI4/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SeHsVTb9t-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/aMKjJMjpgI4/s320/DSC00251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323796085267609570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whoa. I blind myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SeHsVa9iRaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KUD-uUPcHcE/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SeHsVa9iRaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KUD-uUPcHcE/s320/DSC00250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323796087287465378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just 'cause they thought my toilet rocked. Guess what acted as a tripod?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;A dustbin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on the yesterday's training. Which, in my opinion, was like, totally the funniest training, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, dude. I got to see a majority of my squadmates get practically drunk after spinning around the floorball stick ten times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my turn, but didn't turn ten times. Did about three, I guess? Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the skipping rope section, the water came out my nose. So not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that stinkin' YouWei just had to be there, taking pics. Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YongLer, MingShan and a number of people went, like, three times? I lost count, but LAWLed everytime they went out. But I laughed at everyone. Especially Iskandar. Don't lie, I bet you'd laugh if you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point when I laughed till I cried was when it was Jeremy's turn. Honestly, I didn't know he could get that dizzy till he fell flat on his back. Totally hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he spit the water at YouWei! Good job, boy. Though he never made it past the floorball stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the floorbal game. Was kinda boring. After my group's turn, Darlyna and I slacked at the slope. Like, totally slacked with MingShan and Izzati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying down on Darlyna's lap and MingShan and Izzati were just lying down. So gay. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they started singing. What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think YouWei thought that we were cheering for our squadmates who were playing floorball. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We'll be NCOs next training!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In your face, thosewhothoughtwewouldntmakeit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-1922607951121428098?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1922607951121428098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=1922607951121428098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/1922607951121428098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/1922607951121428098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/04/omgomgomgomg-mymouseworks-omg.html' title='when my mouse worked, i thought a miracle happened'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SeHsU2dCL5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/ktSYqdQTLLI/s72-c/DSC00247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-2918435939741681916</id><published>2009-04-04T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:36:07.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;PTR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I managed to persuade my dad into buying the new &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Maximum Ride&lt;/span&gt; book. Yeah, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The power of an only child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I feel like doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to work hard and be a &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;nerd&lt;/span&gt; from now till 'O' levels. Then live a happy life in Polytechnic and possibly get into university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my laziness is too... overwhelming. Damnit. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butbutbuttttt I've been wanting to do my homework more and more these days, instead of copying it at the last minute. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's an improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will have to put in more effort into my studies then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean still has my &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;super-duper-awesome-it-kicks-your-butt-senseless-hot&lt;/span&gt; pink pen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-2918435939741681916?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2918435939741681916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=2918435939741681916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2918435939741681916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2918435939741681916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-ptr.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-2448938950045848356</id><published>2009-04-01T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:58:34.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my Eeyore mug. It's huge. And it has Eeyore on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat's teeth has stopped bleeding. Huggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3e4 was being lame for April Fool's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had NAPFA for PE. Don't wish to disclose my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had to stayback for Art [It was already 5.30 pm]. Was a pain in the neck, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Adobe Photoshop. I want that software, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'll just stick to Paint.net for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAC sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharifah and Seri rawks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun poking ShinYi and shoving her stuff at her in class. Woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas Brothers are stinkin' gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy fell in love with the NPCC march. That little weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Shalini looks better with shorter fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Kong's so gullible and naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hilarious how Sean gives ShinYi a weird look every time she starts squealing or doing something stupid and/or weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gek Hwee is... really quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ShengXian has feminine facial features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JayLun's English rawks. I think. He scored full marks for that quiz thingy during English today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq needs a bigger PE shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-2448938950045848356?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2448938950045848356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=2448938950045848356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2448938950045848356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2448938950045848356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-ing.html' title='Random-ing'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-7711263734487473667</id><published>2009-03-31T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:47:59.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random, I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Z.O.M.F.G.B.Q.Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These chicken fingers thingies rawks my stinkin' socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like my new hotmail address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just signed up for FaceBook. Then I deactivated the account.  I'd rather stick to my lovely little blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought FaceBook/ Friendster were for the socially constipated. Especially the public profiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda embarrassed during English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Uh... Asyiqin is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Your name Asyiqin right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Uh huh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Are you okay? You stone there..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the toot. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was staring into space and keeping up a serious face so I don't start singing to myself and others around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what I'll do when I'm bored and super exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos, I put the Plaster of Paris thing on my mask for art after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed my butt to the library to rush through the damn PET rocket powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out Yiyin watched porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he was in Primary 6. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fullscap pad has a red cover. I like red. Feisty colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought a hot pink pen. Coolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat's teeth is bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-7711263734487473667?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7711263734487473667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=7711263734487473667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7711263734487473667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7711263734487473667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-i-am.html' title='Random, I am'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-3313570715919318787</id><published>2009-03-29T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:22:43.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're equals, damnit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What the toot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the PDS people had a damn good time during Speech Day, while the rest of us were bawling our eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Toot toot and another freakin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;toot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm totally over that whole Speech Day incident, but the contrast between our experiences is like, wtf la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that our squad kinda bonded, in a sick, twisted, messed up way, through this miserable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Which ultimately equals to a bigger rift between the non-PDS people, and the PDS people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't give a damn if they wield riffles or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swords&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, I treat them as equals and squadmates la. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their attitudes towards the non-PDS people like damn toot like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This only applies to certain people la, but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PDS or no PDS, we're still in the same damn squad. Just because someone's in PDS and the rest aren't, it doesn't freaking mean that that someone's superior, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So suck it up and bring that nose back to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;P.s: Shit. I need to post about something else besides NPCC. This is starting to freak me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-3313570715919318787?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3313570715919318787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=3313570715919318787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/3313570715919318787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/3313570715919318787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-equals-damnit.html' title='we&apos;re equals, damnit'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-5928034960656657783</id><published>2009-03-27T23:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:51:51.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when everything's not as fun as it should be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was ... very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9.58am with a happy thought in mind: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I was going to attend Speech Day just so I can scream and cheer during the performances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tralalalala happy happy get ready and left to meet up with JiaWei at Admiralty MRT. So we met up and lalalalalala reached the foodcourt. Darlyna arrived and we had our lunch together. Then SinYee and KaiXin came along. And happy happy had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in school and went to change into the &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;not-so-awesome-anymore&lt;/span&gt; Number 1 unifrom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/Sczsq4IgFFI/AAAAAAAAAa4/EoiM7DG7r9k/s1600-h/DSC00168editted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/Sczsq4IgFFI/AAAAAAAAAa4/EoiM7DG7r9k/s320/DSC00168editted.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317885481384416338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us in our white shirts. Kinda looks like military recruits. Or maybe &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;prisoners&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SczsrMaUE1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/AmZc8yMjNfE/s1600-h/DSC00169editted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SczsrMaUE1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/AmZc8yMjNfE/s320/DSC00169editted.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317885486827836242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlyna and I got bored. And I forced her into taking this picture with me. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos. I forgot what happened, then we had to form up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting was damn boring, so what did we do? Take pictures of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SczsrUh0IyI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1G5VWg7cXKo/s1600-h/DSC00170editted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SczsrUh0IyI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1G5VWg7cXKo/s320/DSC00170editted.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317885489006781218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;See, I polished my boots okay. Not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SczsregMhFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iNSVq2afvOg/s1600-h/DSC00172editted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SczsregMhFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iNSVq2afvOg/s320/DSC00172editted.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317885491684344914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we formed up Part 2, and after that was done, we were told to wait behind the science blocks for further instructions. So we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, waiting was boring, so I took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/ScztSPEEdeI/AAAAAAAAAbg/LPhklxYTKZQ/s1600-h/DSC00198editted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/ScztSPEEdeI/AAAAAAAAAbg/LPhklxYTKZQ/s320/DSC00198editted.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317886157554742754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Izzati was getting Darlyna to dance with her while I took pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/ScztSX6VLqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/s71o81L-edk/s1600-h/DSC00199neweditted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/ScztSX6VLqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/s71o81L-edk/s320/DSC00199neweditted.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317886159929814690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think she succeedded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/ScztSs50ZQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/9-CsaX0wZJc/s1600-h/DSC00200neweditted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/ScztSs50ZQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/9-CsaX0wZJc/s320/DSC00200neweditted.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317886165564810498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The grand finale. How touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a heck lot of waiting and doing mindless stuff (&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;YongLer &amp;amp; Izzati: CHINGAYYY!!, Nicholas: Shake it, yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;), we were told to move to that dunno-what area so we can view the performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SczsrptPhnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/2INICkaubJ8/s1600-h/DSC00203editted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SczsrptPhnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/2INICkaubJ8/s320/DSC00203editted.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317885494691858034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The last happy thing that happened. Darlyna, Jeremy and Natassja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/ScztSzleyBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iS-t9GyEN2M/s1600-h/DSC00204neweditted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/ScztSzleyBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iS-t9GyEN2M/s320/DSC00204neweditted.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317886167358556178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wow. I'm damn dark. No wait, Jeremy's too fair. That ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos and Anywhats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that pissed me off: We had to remain in a proper falling in position in a squad in &amp;amp;$#@&amp;amp;ing Senang Diri position. Mind you, it was throughout the entire damn thing. And we haven't had a water break for about... say... 3 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: Although that NCC IC guy said we could move our upper body, that bitch hole YouWei said that if we moved, we're dead. Like, wtf? Must respect No. 1 uniform! Well, eff you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: He wasn't kidding when he said we couldn't move. We couldn't even talk, for ass's sake. We couldn't even clap for our squadmates for their PDS performance (good job, btw). You know how effed up that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth: My tears are unfortunately connected to my anger. So when I get angry and I can't express it, I start tearing up and crying. And I was pretty damn angry then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth: Shafiqah just HAD to start crying. Like, I had my tears at bay, then I saw her cry, then like, wtfffffff. I started crying like, seriously crying. Like, the damn tears won't effing stop flowing. Gawd. Then Darlyna saw me cry, then she started crying. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after performance finish, I went to the toilet to wash face, and the first thing I heard when I open the door was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'NPCC @$@$# la! Ah, go fall in la! Fall in fall in! I tell you ah, get all these ranks right, for nothing one! Wear Number 1 also for what?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something along those lines. But I don't get why still so serious behing the science blocks when she already knew we were gonna be treated like this for the performances. Might as well have fun while we can what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about what happened already la. But like, seriously damn emotional. So embarrassing can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that Rahimi talked to us behind the indoor sport hall, after the damn CIs screamed at us. Don't wanna waste my time typing about them. They weren't really in the wrong anyway. They didn't know what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that bitch hole YouWei can still act like nothing happen seh. I felt like taking one of the PDS people's riffle and shoving it so far up his ass he could taste it in his throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Rahimi gave a damn touching speech la, then I was so embarrassed 'cause I couldn't stop sobbing. Damn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rahimi : Really, you guys look damn ugly when you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me: Thank you sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, omfg, area-cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Me:'WTF LA! CLAP CANNOT, MOVE CANNOT, TALK CANNOT, CHEER CANNOT, BUT SWEEP THE PARADE SQUARE CAN LA!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beyond pissed. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had some Thrash Talk Session with TeckWei, Jack and Kingston. I respect them more than I ever respected YouWei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of seniors from NPCC I respect, just 'cause I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Rahimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;TeckWei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Micheal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kingston &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Nabilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;JiaHui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it. Sad, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've decided that the only reason I'll ever attend training or whatever is for these handful of people. I guess they at least deserve a good squad, after all their hard work. Actually for some of them, it's 'cause their attitude doesn't suck, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had TTS with the three of them, and there was a lot of complaints and stuff. Made me laugh a number of times. Made me cry all over again, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then school had to close down, so we went to some void deck to have TTS Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot was said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lalalalala TeckWei had to go, so naturally we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blablablabla went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, blogging and feeling like my head's gonna drop off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying together sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that NP is gonna get worst when the PDS people come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.s: Forgive any grammar / spelling mistakes. Too tired to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-5928034960656657783?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5928034960656657783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=5928034960656657783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5928034960656657783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5928034960656657783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-everythings-not-as-fun-as-it.html' title='when everything&apos;s not as fun as it should be'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/Sczsq4IgFFI/AAAAAAAAAa4/EoiM7DG7r9k/s72-c/DSC00168editted.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-2180564811072837637</id><published>2009-03-25T20:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:02:24.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty damn cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted in a damn long time, but that's my problem, not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had full dress rehearsal for &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Speech Day cum School Opening&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday, and will be having another one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was pretty damn lame: what's with the &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Number 1 uniforms for some crappy wet weather programme&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still lurve the uniform. Feels pretty damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/Scont6ncSII/AAAAAAAAAaA/XwbpG1UMPP4/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/Scont6ncSII/AAAAAAAAAaA/XwbpG1UMPP4/s320/DSC00161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317105979846576258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We felt so honored to wear the uniform that we couldn't resist taking a picture during the 5 minutes given to change from that to school uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/ScontoNp3PI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YcDxO9sGVPM/s1600-h/DSC00161-editted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/ScontoNp3PI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YcDxO9sGVPM/s320/DSC00161-editted.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317105974906576114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Background: Girls' toilet. Pretty damn hawt, huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/ScontUoeX8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/JpRgkISjGLM/s1600-h/DSC00161-editted2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/ScontUoeX8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/JpRgkISjGLM/s320/DSC00161-editted2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317105969650360258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you thought you were getting &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;delusional&lt;/span&gt;, I've actually taken the time to edit the photo just 'cause I thought it was one of those pictures which deserved to be.&lt;br /&gt;Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that guy who dropped his pants last year during Speech Day &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I salute him for keeping his cool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has the remaining pictures. I'll just ask it from him during rehearsal tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm, like, zomsfgwtfhbbfqqqqqqqqq tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-2180564811072837637?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2180564811072837637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=2180564811072837637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2180564811072837637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2180564811072837637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretty-damn-cool.html' title='Pretty damn cool'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/Scont6ncSII/AAAAAAAAAaA/XwbpG1UMPP4/s72-c/DSC00161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-883318583521993879</id><published>2009-03-15T10:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:17:27.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty damn uneventful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;z.o.m.f.g.w.t.f.h.b.b.q.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's finally Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;After having my computer crash -again- for over a week, and 3 days of npcc, it's kind of unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer crashed for the damn week.&lt;br /&gt;All I remember for that particular week was that I kept borrowing books from the Yishun Library and complete reading them in one night. And then I'll borrow another book the next day.&lt;br /&gt;I was deprived of the computer, so what can you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos, went for classification shoot on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Marksman, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot, woot. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, had training as per usual. My arms were, and still are, aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, took over the sec 1s.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty damn fun. The sec 1s look like they enjoyed it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GO NCOs-TO-BE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after yesterday's training went to eat at KFC. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And I insulted Rahimi's muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and took a nap, then dragged my lazy ass around the house to assure myself that I wasn't completely  rotting. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then msn-ed with Jeremy 'cause he was being random. I especially love talking to random people 'cause you just have no idea what the hell they're gonna say next. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then slept in my unit tee, which Jeremy found hilarious. Idiot. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today... is still early. So I'll just wait for something eventful to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling... spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like asking someone out for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Like, someone completely random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-883318583521993879?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/883318583521993879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=883318583521993879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/883318583521993879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/883318583521993879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/03/z.html' title='Pretty damn uneventful'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-582218936276030975</id><published>2009-02-18T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:19:07.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being lazy is tiring</title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Currently doing my - overdue- Art homework. Buuuutttttt got side-tracked, as per usual.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll attempt to talk about sec 3 camp. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Day O.N.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, of course, reached school. Amanda took my dad's car with me. Stopped by the Shell station because I  needed to buy 1.5L bottle. And then my dad reminded me I didn't bring my toothpaste, so I had to buy that too. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then reached school, and hung outside the hall for a while 'cause, like, there was no one in the hall yet. Then that Miss Kong ask all of us hanging around outside to go in, and we did. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I forgot what happened. Oh ya, there was the intro of the instructors, then we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3e4 was last to board the bus. Wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our bus was crappy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;? So bloody uncomfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we reached there, and we were all so effing happy to cross that seemingly unstable bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;unstable. The damn thing was swinging like a freakin' monkey gone bananas when all of us crossed it. I swear if I hadn't been clinging onto the rope with both my hands, I would've, like, flew off it. Totally awesome, but I would need to put my ginormous haversack and day pack somewhere safe. Wouldn't want it to get wet in the stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were bloody happy to cross the bridge la, like, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but - ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waaay &lt;/span&gt;before we saw the camp food, got screamed at by Mr BirdAss [honestly, doesn't his mouth look like a beak or something?], found out we have to sing the effing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;school rally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before every bloody damn meal, and got treated like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;military recruits in boot camp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Like, the ytss pe department teachers should just shut it and do whatever they do best and quit acting big in front of outsiders. So NOT fucking impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the freakin' female toilet doesn't even have goddamn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doors&lt;/span&gt;. Like, I was totally going &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;zomfgwtfhbbqqqqqqq&lt;/span&gt; when I saw the &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 star&lt;/span&gt; toilet. It even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reeked of pee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on girls, we don't have to aim to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the low-elements games. There was like, that human entanglement thing, and that balancing beam thing. I loathe that beam. So bloody embarassing. Shalini said she saw the swimming suit under my shirt when I was climbing over that thing. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was that, erm, raft-building team. I was kinda high that time when I volunteered to sail that pathetic raft which I knew was not going to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously damn fun la. I think it's my fav activity, just cause I got to get a dip in the lake with a life jacket and had to swim with the horrible stitch in my side from laughing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out I have the courage to chiong into a lake with a barely intact raft when I was afraid of deep waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was dinner already, I think. It was so silent when they tell us to keep still that I thought I went deaf. I mean, we're surrounded by nothing but mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say that the camp food was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was showertime. Then tragedy struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OMYFREAKIN'GAWD WHERE'S THE WATER?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No water supply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the girls had to line up at the sinks, dipped their head under the tap and wash their hair there. I wouldn't wanna bathe in that mostly-doorless toilet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to canteen for debriefing and supper then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SLEEP BABY, SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared the tent with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharifah, Seri, ShinYi, Karen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En Mei&lt;/span&gt;. Shin Yi laughs scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept like Kiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day T.W.O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed up, breakfast, yada yada, climbed Mount Panti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ascend was crap; kept tripping, and it was supah exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The descend was worse; kept tripping even more, but was much much much less tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shitty and incredibly salty maggi mee I cooked in a rush was, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incredibly shitty and salty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'm upset about is that 3e4 didn't even get to reach the summit eventhough we're the ones who &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wait up for our classmates and don't leave them behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, unlike &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;class who actually reached the summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's injust, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the descend was fun. Sharifah, Ravi and I hung around the back of the class as 'sweepers', and I wouldn't stop tripping. I always thought my balance was decent. Or maybe balance and clumsiness are two different things. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached campsite, had dinner, then went for the very -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even by my standards&lt;/span&gt;- lame 'Jungle Night Confidence Trek' which sooooooooooo shook the very core of my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Sharifah, started singing old-school nursery songs - in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; indian&lt;/span&gt; accent - the moment we took the first step fromt he starting line. And we held hands and swung it and all. And we were giggling like mad idiots all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shower&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally took a shower in one of the cubicles with a door. It was disgusting, frankly speaking. I mean, I couldn't see the wall in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that was for the better. I wouldn't wanna see what I was stepping on, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debrief, supper and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SLEEEEEEEEEEP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharifah, Seri and I decided to change our sleeping position, only to find it much more comfy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day T.H.R.E.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told us to pack up all our belongings and move to the resort houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there was like, 8 people ot one room, I was so freakin' grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was roomed with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Shalini, WeiFun, MiaoQi, Pearlin, Felicia, Eugenie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda irritated 'cause the Chinese people kept talking in Chinese. Like, hello? Don't get a single fucking shit whatcha talkin' bout here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 was cool. Had that mud thing. Got reallllllly dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was that Indiana Jones thing. Fell down once. Retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went for the Pelepah Waterfall Expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at the scorching hot entrance of the waterfall. Seriously, my food was freaking cooking on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked and walked and walked to the waterfall and tada, the barely 1-storey high waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was SO totally worth all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to campsite, Mr BirdAss forced us to sing the National Pledge. As in, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;s.i.n.g&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then washed up and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campfire was lame and boring and mortifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess 3e4's class identity doesn't only shield your face from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was supper and debrief, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;OOOoOOoOo YEAH SLEEEEPPPPPP&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the resort room somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I slept late la, like, 1 am. 'Cause &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;people had to take a long time in the freakin' shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day F.O.U.R. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[HOMECOMING, HECK YEAH!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at the restaurant. The seats were bloody weird. I thought they were gonna fold inwards when I sat on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleared up our rooms, did some debrief thingy with Miss Chin, had Prize Presentation, and break camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HOME BABY, HOOOMMMMEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Such an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on a tiny shopping spree with Amanda at NorthPoint. Yeap. With our haversack and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos. About today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was super sleepy in POA, and some kinda funny shit happened in Maths class. Apparently the cleaner has some issues with Cheng Han because he -supposedly- broke a cubicle door. Waaaay back in sec 1. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That woman sure knows how to hold a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally hysterical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-582218936276030975?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/582218936276030975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=582218936276030975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/582218936276030975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/582218936276030975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-lazy-is-tiring.html' title='being lazy is tiring'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-4896689168228327659</id><published>2009-02-17T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:06:57.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super duper NOT cool</title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Been too tired and lazeeehhh to post anything regarding the shitty sec 3 camp.&lt;br /&gt;And the day after sec 3 camp was my crappy valentines day, which happened to be my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dad's birthday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I changed my blogskin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again&lt;/span&gt;. LAWL. This time the skin's one of Karen's. Her skins are prettteeehhh. Anywhos, back to my borderline-depressing valentines.&lt;br /&gt;Like, honestly, I can count the total amount of valentines sms [yes, singular form] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;sweets and shit with a single freakin' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hand&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Big &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;whoop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I finally convinced my parents to let me chop my hair.&lt;br /&gt;And I think it looks decent enough.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it doesn't look like something&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;died and combusted spontaneously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Will try to post some crap sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;Shitzeeeehhh.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done that stinkin' art crap, which I've been holding off for like, two weeks. Is there gonna be elective period tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Procrastinator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I am.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sasuke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, my black colour pencil ran away.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love my new &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wireless &lt;/span&gt;mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-4896689168228327659?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4896689168228327659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=4896689168228327659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4896689168228327659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4896689168228327659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo.html' title='super duper NOT cool'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-2642185096345197087</id><published>2009-02-03T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:00:46.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>push, push - pushing me away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess what guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My neighbour just gave me a -late- ang bao. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;Hail generous neighbours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I freakin' NEED the money man, for my aunt's b'day this thursday, and my dad's on the 14th of Feb. Yeap. He's a Valentine's Day baby. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And somemore Sec 3 camp from 10th to 13th, which means that the day right after I come back from camp, it'll be my daddy's b'day. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of camp, I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;PSYCHED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for it man. Like, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that guy who gave the briefing was like, damn retarded and funny la. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm soooo excited about the camp that I decided that if by some horrendous luck, I get paired up or grouped with HER, I wouldn't give a shit and talk to her like how I'd talk to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;someone I just knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Though I think she'd ignore me. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I plan to borrow some camp shit from my cousin who, for some freakishly weird reason, luuuurves camps, which is a characteristic that does NOT run through my family. Usually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;I feel like doing physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I wonder how I can get handwriting like Dhabitah's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-2642185096345197087?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2642185096345197087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=2642185096345197087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2642185096345197087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2642185096345197087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/02/push-push-pushing-me-away.html' title='push, push - pushing me away.'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-2428152911840763187</id><published>2009-02-02T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:26:39.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it all gets better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was awesome, for some freakin' weird reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't remember anything except for Art, Homeroom and the rehearsal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Art was blah, and I was so retarded that I didn't bring my damn sketchbook, which, FYI, is the stinkin' ESSENTIAL thing for Art. Luckily there was the piece from last week. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then there was Homeroom; coloured some sticker thing with Shal-la-la-lini. The design was based off some doodle on her StarDate which I found cool, and I drew and modified it a wee bit. Then the wings were loved by Liwei, so he requested to Miss Chin that I drew it on the class flag. Well, I think he requested, 'cause he was saying how cool the wings were and that I was an expert at drawing wings 'cause he said it was hard to draw symetrical ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; 'erm, what the heck?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Honestly, how do you expect me to react to that? Lawl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After school was awesooooome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saw Sharifah's Hot Guy dance like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; whoa baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Seriously. She and I saw it and were like, busting our butts laughing at him la. It was hysterical I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then went home with Amanda, and then decided to meet up with her at night to study together. Like, whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But before that, we went to Admiralty 'cause I was twitching to get a phone strap. HAHA. Then I was high on 100plus and started cracking rubbish jokes and making both of us laugh after Amanda got depressed for losing her calculator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Amanda: 'It's been with me since sec ONE!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tch. People and their sentiments. Btw, I don't even know if that's the proper word. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we went to her house to study and do some maths equations before I went home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then tra-la-la-la I'm here blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;ZOMFG MY STINKIN' MOUSE IS PISSING ME OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yay my dad just said he'll get a new mouse tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-2428152911840763187?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2428152911840763187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=2428152911840763187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2428152911840763187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2428152911840763187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-it-all-gets-better.html' title='and it all gets better'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-8976759833730182865</id><published>2009-01-29T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:12:21.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bonding is fun, yeah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Short post today, too tired to post anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Btw, how's the song? LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Me likes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, had typical school shitzeehhhhh, then had two hours of MT which was surprisingly fun. I took two hours to write a decent paragraph, LOL. But Cikgu Zahara supah nice, then she gave us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[MOST of us]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; until tomorrow to complete the thing. I haven't even started on the thing. Pssht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After MT, I decided to hang around in class eventhough it's already kinda late; 4.30++pm. Partially was to wait for 'Manda, and also to check out the class flag thing, and I just like to stay back late in my class for some reason. Lawl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's like, never empty, until like, late, like, 6pm? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anywhos, 'Manda ended her, er, 'briefing' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[which was like, what? 2 hours long?] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at around 6++pm, and we cleared up the class and stuff. Before that, like, we were totally having fun in class la, those who stayed back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;[Sharifah, Seri, Ravi, Haziq, LiWei, Pearlin, etc etc]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I dunno. I just liked it. I thought that we bonded a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was a fun day, and the whole staying-back-in-class thing topped it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lawl. Call me weird, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the train was PACKED I tell ya. I was seriously, like, squashed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I need my space people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my plan to beg my dad for the Lg KS360 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[see previous post]&lt;/span&gt; can't be carried out, 'cause he's giving me his new CyberShot phone. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-8976759833730182865?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8976759833730182865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=8976759833730182865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/8976759833730182865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/8976759833730182865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/01/bonding-is-fun-yeah.html' title='bonding is fun, yeah?'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-1455904689356709977</id><published>2009-01-27T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:16:09.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phonePhonePHONE !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just came back from Batam yesterday. I'll post some pictures after my cuzzies send them over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the meantime, I shall talk about my new dream phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a few of you should know, I've been stuck with my S500i which has been reduced to a pathetic piece of crap which only serves the function of sms-ing for the past damn year. Now, check THIS phone out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SX6lbWqmJYI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KJl0dJUb0xs/s1600-h/lg_ks360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SX6lbWqmJYI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KJl0dJUb0xs/s320/lg_ks360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295852101193573762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's so bloody pretty man. I've been, like, drooling over the damn thing since yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;YESTERDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They have the thing in like, four different colours. Black and red, black and grey, titanium and blue, and white and pink. -drools-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;WAAHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;And yes, I actually did research on this phone. The camera's just a 2mp, but me don't give no hoot about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;ME WANT THAT PHONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Nurul/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Nurul/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-1455904689356709977?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1455904689356709977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=1455904689356709977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/1455904689356709977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/1455904689356709977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/01/phonephonephone.html' title='phonePhonePHONE !!'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SX6lbWqmJYI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KJl0dJUb0xs/s72-c/lg_ks360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-3994755110459780574</id><published>2009-01-23T21:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:13:24.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kitties rock my world, yeah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How's me new skin, eh? Damn cute right? HAHA. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still think the right column is a wee bit too thin. Ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was fun; had two periods of art, then recess, then POA, and lastly English. Art was typically fun, recess was blah, POA was blah-er, and English was, as per usual, fun. We went to the IT room to do the forum thing again. Sat between ShinYi and Shala-la-la-lini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[LAWL]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. It was like, damn funny to watch Sean ask Shalini questions every time he clicked something. HAHA. He's like, so blur man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kay, then after school had NPCC briefing, which proved to be as stupid as I'd expected. It was effing pointless, please. We spent about, fifteen minutes sitting there like idiots, ready with pen and paper to jot down some notes, and the only new thing I got to know was that we were to be split into three groups for ROD. Like, wtf? No DUH we're supposed to be splitting up. Okay, anyways, I'm in, erm, Team Charlie with Darlyna and Natassja. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you know what? It's not freaking fair; the people in freaking PDS gets more privilage than the normal cadets like moi. I mean, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[the six of them who coincidentally happened to be in PDS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; get to pick up the Sec 1s just now. Like, okay, fine, they train bloody hard and are enthu in NPCC, but still. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, after that completely redundant briefing which I came out of with a blank notebook, Natassja and I went to eat and we talked and stuff. Bla-ble-bla-ble-bla. Got to know some new stuff about her which I should've noticed a loooong time ago. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From that single talk, I have decided to not be prejudgmental and judge people before I actually get to know them properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; [like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;certain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;people]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. But of course, that doesn't rule out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'First impressions lasts'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Honestly, I've judged many people before, but yeah, I usually change my mind about them in the end anyway. Some in a bad way and others for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for anybody who cares, I'm going overseas tomorrow! YAY! Will be back on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Woot woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ZOMFG. My stinkin' mp4 player keeps effing hanging! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Damn you, Creatiiiiiiiiiiiiive!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Rawr.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-3994755110459780574?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3994755110459780574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=3994755110459780574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/3994755110459780574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/3994755110459780574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/01/kitties-rock-my-world-yeah.html' title='kitties rock my world, yeah?'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-8238835151751316825</id><published>2009-01-21T18:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:02:14.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give us life again</title><content type='html'>Today was a strangely happy day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the past few days have been a tad bit depressing for me, but I got over it, like I always do. I'm actually a happy person. Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I didn't think about unnecessary people who don't need to  be thought of, and I hung out with Umaga and Co. again. Yay for me. See, wasn't so hard was it?&lt;br /&gt;I really liked today; cracked up a lot with Umaga and Krithika around &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;[at the same freakin' time]&lt;/span&gt;. And when I left my phone and calculator in the Science lab, Shalini followed me down, albeit laughing at my erm, gundu-ness. Thanks guys. My cat sends her love.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was talking to Shin Yi something about onions, cheese and tomatoes during the video thing in Physics. It was damn retarded la, please. Had something to do with me saying that it took a few million volts of lightning to fry the outer layer of the onion, then boil the inner parts in cheese, then try frying it again with another million volts of electricity. I forgot what the tomato had to do with anything. Lawl. I say lame things when I'm tired and bored.&lt;br /&gt;And English was awesome, as per usual. Mr Siau never fails to crack me up, man. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, it sucks when my social circle isn't even a circle? It's an effing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;line&lt;/span&gt;. But I don't mind. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have more close friends rather than more friends but no close friends at all.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it sucks being alone, yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-8238835151751316825?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8238835151751316825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=8238835151751316825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/8238835151751316825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/8238835151751316825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-must-we-do-to-restore-our.html' title='give us life again'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-3553426222976233239</id><published>2009-01-19T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:57:12.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when everything screws over</title><content type='html'>Wtf is your problem with me? If you have issues with me, tell me the hell about it, straight to my face &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[or tagboard]&lt;/span&gt;. Don't act like I'm the funniest and nicest freaking person on earth in front of me, and then talk shit behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;If you people don't like me, just fucking SAY IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-3553426222976233239?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3553426222976233239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=3553426222976233239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/3553426222976233239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/3553426222976233239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-everything-screws-over.html' title='when everything screws over'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-4794076806874055163</id><published>2009-01-18T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:46:55.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>restore, restoring, restored</title><content type='html'>You know what, whoever you are?&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;depressed because you're gone. Because you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were &lt;/span&gt;depression. And you took it along with you when you left.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Need no friends&lt;/span&gt;' you say? '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hypocrites&lt;/span&gt;' we are, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends are lies&lt;/span&gt;'?&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is one of the truest freaking thing in the whole freaking world. But what would you know?&lt;br /&gt;You know how friends are supposed to be honest to each other? If you can't accept that, then we were never friends.&lt;br /&gt;You're a good liar, you. But a lie is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;And the lie is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-4794076806874055163?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4794076806874055163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=4794076806874055163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4794076806874055163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4794076806874055163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-what-whoever-you-are-i-am-not.html' title='restore, restoring, restored'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-6315110585744255294</id><published>2009-01-18T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:46:04.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rest in peace, yeah, Kakashi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SXL6M6dkHRI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7ej-gD4E4Mk/s1600-h/_Kakashi_Death__by_Sinist3r_Depht.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SXL6M6dkHRI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7ej-gD4E4Mk/s320/_Kakashi_Death__by_Sinist3r_Depht.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292567611872386322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character deaths suck.&lt;br /&gt;It's so freaking sad when the character who died is someone like Kakashi. To make matters worse, he's one of my favourite characters.&lt;br /&gt;But it's true, he doesn't have much of a purpose anymore, after Sasuke left. It's a good way to go, that Kakashi, dying in a war against Pein and at the same time protecting his village.&lt;br /&gt;Or what's left of it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm practically expecting Tsunade to die now, from that panel with Sakura holding her -suddenly old and wrinkly- hand like it was going to break anytime.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I'm even waiting for SASUKE'S death. From the way everything's going, Naruto's going to be losing a hell lot of people. He already lost over half his freakin' village.&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke's probably gonna die a tragic hero or something, since there's already nothing frickin' left to destroy of Konoha, and he'd die a savior protecting Naruto or some shit. And Sakura would probably go along with him because, like, if Sasuke dies, it's only naturally that Sakura would die along with him.&lt;br /&gt;Pssh. I bet Kichimoto created so many bloody characters just so he could kill them off, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;Grr. I hate goodbyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-6315110585744255294?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6315110585744255294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=6315110585744255294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/6315110585744255294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/6315110585744255294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/01/rest-in-peace-yeah-kakashi.html' title='rest in peace, yeah, Kakashi?'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SXL6M6dkHRI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7ej-gD4E4Mk/s72-c/_Kakashi_Death__by_Sinist3r_Depht.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-8723383358619829547</id><published>2009-01-14T20:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:17:53.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when something breaks</title><content type='html'>You're just like Sasuke; emo, kinda demented, mean, bad childhood, self-centered at times, should be ditched and forgotten and not worthy enough to be cared about. And yet, people like you enough to try to get you back.&lt;br /&gt;When people have had enough, they have had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;. When everything's taken far too seriously, it gets old until others don't give a shit anymore. When people ignore you out of a sudden, it's not for the heck of it.&lt;br /&gt;It's not called betrayal, nitwit.&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;span&gt;honesty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-8723383358619829547?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8723383358619829547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=8723383358619829547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/8723383358619829547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/8723383358619829547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-something-breaks.html' title='when something breaks'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-8989578384352762474</id><published>2009-01-10T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:41:41.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when everything pisses me off</title><content type='html'>Today's a lame day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-8989578384352762474?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8989578384352762474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=8989578384352762474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/8989578384352762474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/8989578384352762474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-everything-pisses-me-off.html' title='when everything pisses me off'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-8055855588292373152</id><published>2009-01-08T19:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:16:16.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of all things fluffy and adorable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Current mood: The I-wanna-hug-Kiki-like-a-teddy-bear-and-squeal-like-a-little-girl mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Current music: Gonna do this till we die, 'cause I've got no effing reason to apologise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supah dupah tired man. It's like, after NPCC.&lt;br /&gt;Training was fine, I guess. Didn't do pumping or anything. Was like, from 2.15pm till around 6pm. Had Total Defence lecture and test and then helped out with clearing up the CCA bazaar. Oh and by the way, I passed my Total Defence test, and so did my entire squad. Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;The Sec 2s kena scolded by Micheal sir though. I think 'cause they failed the thing, and they still dared to say the test was easy. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;And Ms Yap kept talking like everyone is going to be NCOs. Like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After NP I decided to wait for my dad to fetch me, and I had to wait like, 45 minutes like a complete idiot outside school. Seriously, many people go out of school in 45 minutes, and it was like, so embarrassing. LOL. I actually started cursing to myself and everything. There was once I started swearing and stuff, and I didn't notice a woman walking towards me with a bunch of kids, and she gave me a weird look, 'cause I was mumbling to myself. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate waiting for someone when I'm alone. And looking like crap after NPCC.&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;[I'm starting to think that it's my favourite word.] &lt;/span&gt;I saw this guy, he was so hawt, but like, he was with his girlfriend who was waiting outside the school for him. I sorta gaped at him a bit and he gave me the weird look Sasuke likes to give people when he observes them. And the dude smelt freaking good and had uber cute hair. majorLAWL.&lt;br /&gt;And right before NP, I had to go to NorthPoint to go buy spectacle hooks. And guess what? When I finally did find the damn hooks, I went to pay for the thing, and suddenly, I checked my wallet and it turned out that I didn't bring my money. ZOMFG right? I almost died of awkwardness la, please. So embarrassing, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;In short, I did many &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;[MANY]&lt;/span&gt; embarrassing things today. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before NPCC, there was school but it was okay la. Kinda fun. Had Art for the first two periods &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;[I LURVELURVELURVE ART!]&lt;/span&gt;, then recess, then POA &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;[doodled a Sasuke on my POA notes. LOL.]&lt;/span&gt; and lastly English. Mr Siau had to do reservice and stuff, and wasn't present, so this young, indian, male, relief teacher came in to give us the diagnostic test Mr Siau wanted us to do. After we were done with that stinkin' test, he dismissed us, like, 20 minutes before dismissal time. So cool sia.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, for the heck of telling whoever's reading this,  that indian teach looked like my cousin seh.&lt;br /&gt;Sca-ree.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a source of mine from NPCC told me that there's a possibility that Rahimi &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;[erm, do I have to add in sir? Hmm. Didn't think so. Muaha!]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt;'ve read my blog, through links from another NP mate's blog, with all that shit I typed about his beloved CCA. HAHA. Omg, it feels stupid just typing it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Blalala. I'm soooooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shitzeh. I have Art homework to be submitted by Monday, and I forgot to bring my colour pencils home. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I still have Malay holiday assignment to do.&lt;br /&gt;#%@!^%$.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-8055855588292373152?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8055855588292373152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=8055855588292373152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/8055855588292373152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/8055855588292373152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-all-things-fluffy-and-adorable.html' title='of all things fluffy and adorable'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-2531675159704290809</id><published>2009-01-07T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:16:34.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need no redbull. for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Current mood: Super duper exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Current music: I'll be the light when your flashlight runs outta battery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I changed my blog url. Whatever. This is what being high from no homework for the night &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;[fi-freaking-nally] &lt;/span&gt;does to me. Seriously, rushing through homework for the past three days was no laughing matter, I swear. Like, right after school, go home, chiong homework until 11++, sleep. And I missed my indonesian drama show. But whatever. I don't really like it anymore. The plotline so damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'll just start from Monday, when I stopped blogging. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember much, though I do remember Art lesson. Art is freaking nice la. I don't regret joining Art instead of something shitty like A.Maths. Seriously, like, if you had A.Maths right after 2 periods of E.Maths, you'd go deranged. Any sane person would.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to Art. It wasn't anything much, just some rules stuff and what we're gonna be doing for Art and shit. Btw, thank gawd I got that Ms Tan woman as my teacher. Mr Tan's a biased butthole. Whoops. And also there's Ms Shanta &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;[Santa? Huh?]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She's cool. She saw the drawing of Sasuke on my sketchbook and went like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"OMG! COOL! Draw this for me, please!!"&lt;/span&gt; And she seriously kinda begged me. I was like, whoa. I had to agree, obviously, or she wouldn't stop giving me her puppy pout thing.&lt;br /&gt;Add to StarDate: Draw Sasuke on black paper for Ms Shanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday[Tuesday]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo-taking for IC! Haha. I had to clip up my fringe. Sad. I smiled though, with teeth and all, for the camera. The smile was kinda natural, 'cause I was laughing at something with Krithika and Co. right before my turn. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;I hope &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[with all my freakin' might]&lt;/span&gt; that the picture turns out okay, and that I don't look like I wanna beat someone up, or like a freakin' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;male&lt;/span&gt;, like I did the last time I had photo-taking in Sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not even being modest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't such a bad day. Kinda long, though. Lessons ended at 4.30pm, the last two periods being MT and all. Haha. The entire class, except for two students, didn't bother doing their malay holiday assignment. That killed me. It really did. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And so Cikgu Zahara &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;[she's awesome]&lt;/span&gt; got pissed &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;[obviously]&lt;/span&gt; but gave us until next Monday to finish up everything and do it properly, 'cause it's counted in CA. Like, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow, I plan to bring my awesome BatMan waterbottle, filled to the brim with Pocari Sweat, and drink it to help me survive the freaking long day in school tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It's been about half an hour since the last sentence. Got distracted by the new &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;[not-so-nice] &lt;/span&gt;Windows live messenger. I can't even use the goddamn MSN Plus! thing.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-2531675159704290809?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2531675159704290809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=2531675159704290809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2531675159704290809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2531675159704290809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/01/need-no-redbull-for-now.html' title='need no redbull. for now.'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-5112787561947087384</id><published>2009-01-05T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:17:00.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a miracle, un.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Current mood: .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Current music: .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing through&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MALAY&lt;/span&gt;, of all subjects]&lt;/span&gt; homework. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;[CURSE YOU, HOLIDAY ASSIGNMENTS!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently relying on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedBull&lt;/span&gt; to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;Will probably post something decent tomorrow, if I'm not busy as heck.&lt;br /&gt;Rushing through homework everyday after school is becoming a terrifyingly stressful routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-5112787561947087384?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5112787561947087384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=5112787561947087384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5112787561947087384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5112787561947087384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-miracle-un.html' title='i need a miracle, un.'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-7709180867135032150</id><published>2009-01-04T16:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:33:48.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if your heart's not in it, don't do it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current mood: I see.... the light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current music: I can't take it, damnit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be doing &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;[RUSHING THROUGH MY GODDAMNED TROUBLESOME, GINORMOUS PIECE OF &amp;amp;#^$%]&lt;/span&gt; homework now, but I've been distracted by blogs since I started doing my homework. I went blog-hopping and, er, can't seem to stop.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I have to do a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;[the joy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;s&gt;compre&lt;/s&gt;, summary, letter-writing, 10 punctuation ex-s, 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;[frickin' LONG]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tenses ex-s, humanities project&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;[if I somehow lost my mind in the middle of compo and compre and decided to do this particular assignment]&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maths&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[-insert a string of curse words- I lost my bloody worksheet]&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malay situational writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; [-cries-]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, 2 malay compo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; [gonna take forever yeah?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, 5 malay newspaper article thing&lt;/span&gt; and...erm... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. No wonder. 2 months worth of holiday assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Eff you, homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-7709180867135032150?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7709180867135032150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=7709180867135032150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7709180867135032150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7709180867135032150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/01/current-mood-i-see.html' title='if your heart&apos;s not in it, don&apos;t do it!'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-2761983817234505320</id><published>2009-01-02T20:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:44:32.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the nth first day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current mood: Stupid drama series always make me feel good. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current music: Da-doo-doo! Just dance, heck yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Today is, famously, known as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;'The First Day of School'&lt;/span&gt; throughout Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks, I tell you. My new class kinda sucks &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[well, SCREW YOU]&lt;/span&gt;, and I kinda prefer my Sec 2 class. Then again, I said I preferred my Sec 1 class when I was in Sec 2. I changed my mind though; Sec 2 was the awesomest year in Secondary school, by far.&lt;br /&gt;So, to whoever from 3e4 0'9 who actually cares that I think our class is shit, I apologize. Well, no, not really, but doesn't hurt to be nice, eh?&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I remember last year, on the first day of school, I already made a decent number of acquaintances &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[I remember the first person who wasn't FreakyFlirt that I talked to was Shermaine. Haha.]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I barely talked to anyone today except for Shalini &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;[She's nice, kinda retarded, but nice. I like hanging out with retarded people. Makes me feel normal. Hmm.]&lt;/span&gt;. Stupid, assholic Ickle had photography duties and left me all-freaking-alone for the entire freaking day, even after school!&lt;br /&gt;And about my teachers:&lt;br /&gt;My form teach just HAD to be my last year's form teacher. Oh, the joy.&lt;br /&gt;The physics teach was boring as %@$#. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;The english teach is kinda scary. He never smiles, I noticed. And the first thing he asked for when he stepped into my class was our holiday assignments.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; [Cue blank expressions]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he took us to the com room to go to some&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://www.ytss.edu.sg/YTSS/mod/forum/discuss.php?d=1397"&gt;forum&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt; crap and post an introduction of ourselves there, so he and every-freaking-one else can read it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'm reading the forum now. There's a buttload of funny shit my classmates typed in there. Frankly, I never knew the post from the last person, currently, would be so... literate.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos.&lt;br /&gt;I typed something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My name's Nurul Asyiqin, but people call me Asyiqin. I'm in NPCC but I don't like it &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;. It's such a pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favourite food would have to be any kind of noodles, especially Ramen. I like to listen to music when I'm feeling mellow enough, read, surf the net and some other mindless stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In my opinion, the first day of school was lame. I still feel like I'm a junior. And no, I'm not nervous to be in Secondary 3. It's kind of weird to see the boys wearing long pants though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Asyiqin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eventhough I wanted to type something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yo. I'm Asyiqin [Ah-she-kin]. I'm, unfortune-freaking-nately, in NPCC, the biggest pain-in-the-ass CCA there is out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lovelovelove Ramen, and other kind of noodles, but I definitely prefer ramen more. I like listening to music when I'm being emo, read when I'm feeling kind of dumb [and when the main guy character is, supposedly, cute], surf the net and some other mindless stuff I can't really remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In my very honest opinion, the first day of school was stupid, lame, and completely redundant. I mean, seriously? It's the freakin' weekends tomorrow! And why the heck would I be nervous about being in Sec 3? It's just being upper-sec, seeing the boys in long pants, more subjects, being good role models -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aw shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Asyiqin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-2761983817234505320?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2761983817234505320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=2761983817234505320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2761983817234505320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2761983817234505320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/01/current-mood-stupid-drama-series-always.html' title='the nth first day of school'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-6057150854836875970</id><published>2009-01-01T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:09:04.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's my generation, yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current mood: Awww... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;[Is that a mood?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current music: Hey, ho, let's go! It's a whole new flippin' generation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching that drama show, again.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The last scene was effing funny, even though it's supposed to be supah dramatic, but it was sweet at the same time &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;[huh??]&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Just to clear something up, it turns out that the 'middle brother' I was talking about in the post prior to the previous one might not be the middle one after all. Like, what the heck. But the dude's shorter than the other guy!&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Horribly terrifying news for all students and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in like, less than 12 hours.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yay! I finally learnt how to do that stupid quote thing. Stupid piece of junk.&lt;br /&gt;I just threw some rubbish&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; [aka, school books, homework, etc etc] &lt;/span&gt;into my awesome brown bag with many pockets and planned to throw more shit inside tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of morning, thanks to two of my photography friends, I have to get my freaking ass off the bed at 5.15am, and reach the meeting point at, like, 5.45am. That's like, friggin' loony la.&lt;br /&gt;Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, crap. I forgot I have to write a stinkin' letter for my npcc teach-in-charge. Hmph. What a drag.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder's who's the form teacher for 3e4. It's going to suck a whole shitload if I get Miss Chin. Again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I forgot to type redundant stuff about how I spent my New Year's day.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went for a late night movie last night, at 11.55pm, and the movie &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[Yes! Man]&lt;/span&gt; ended at 1 plus plus. Then somehow I ended up at my cousin's house at 4 in the morning. Haha. And my cousin was still planning to play the PS2 Spongebob Squarepants game. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Man, I actually feel tired. Woot woot. Let's just hope I actually CAN get sleep tonight. Usually I can't get any stinkin' sleep the night before school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. This post is like, so freaking stupid, 'cause like, I typed stuff no one gives a crap about.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Even I wouldn't care.&lt;br /&gt;Later, yo.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-6057150854836875970?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6057150854836875970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=6057150854836875970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/6057150854836875970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/6057150854836875970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-my-generation-yeah.html' title='that&apos;s my generation, yeah'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-6936045003899836579</id><published>2008-12-30T18:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:43:01.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ninjas shall rule the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current mood: A tad bit delirious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current music: GO NINJA GO NINJA GO! [x 3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided to knock off the 'Location' thing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just came back from Ickle's house, spent some time watching her and her brother play Audition. Like, seriously? And I played Dynasty Warriors 5 with her bro also. Lol. Retarded.&lt;br /&gt;I went there 'cause I left my sketchbook &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;[which has Sasuke drawn in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; on the front cover. S-A-S-U-K-E.]&lt;/span&gt; and the hair accessories I bought from Chameleon.&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave her house early 'cause I promised my mama that I'd get her bubble tea. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I can't believe two of my squadmates tagged on my tagboard, and said that I shouldn't feel guilty for not attending nco camp and that no one in the squad would hate me.&lt;br /&gt;They're such nice people. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;OMFG &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;[change of topic]&lt;/span&gt; Only an hour left till my most awaited indonesian drama series! HAHA. Man, it's like a ... urhm... secret guilty pleasure. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of typing my fanfic after the show.&lt;br /&gt;And, YES, I actually write stuff &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[I'm just a highly imaginative girl, okay?!]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to, very strangely &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;[strange, 'cause there isn't actually a lot of Singaporean people there]&lt;/span&gt;, read &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/"&gt;FanFictions&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[that's a link, yeah!]&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, try spotting me amonsgt the mass of authors. HAH. A very dumb hint: I tend to write Naruto fics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[durh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and the pairing would be SasuSaku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;[uhm, hello? Sasuke?]&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MUAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But seriously, reading&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;[good]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fanfics is good for your english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Some fics are thrash, but if you know how to pick the better ones among the rest, it'll be doing you a whole lot of good. Besides, the characters'll be existing characters, like, Harry Potter, or Sasuke, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;[URGH]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Hannah Montana. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have no idea why I just revealed my&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;[deepest, darkest, not-so]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ahh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Stupid ninja rap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-6936045003899836579?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6936045003899836579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=6936045003899836579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/6936045003899836579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/6936045003899836579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/12/current-mood.html' title='ninjas shall rule the world'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-4568428016198671543</id><published>2008-12-29T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:35:13.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current mood: Pretty much smitten-ed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current music: 'Cause you're hot then you're cold, you're yes then you're no; make up your mind, yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Location: Somewhere between Mars and Venus. Whatever. I never really paid attention about the Solar system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching the only indonesian drama series I can actually stand, Suci. I mean, seriously? At least the main girl can stand up for herself and the other main-ish guys are kinda cute. HAHA. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a hint on which one I prefer the most over the three main-ish guys. XD&lt;br /&gt;He's the middle brother.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Middle brothers always tend to be the most... uh... fanciable?&lt;br /&gt;Like, Joe and Nick Jonas, for instance. 'Cause they're the technically the middles, 'cause Frankie's the youngest.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been sms-ing FreakyFlirt for the entirety of the show, mostly about the middle brother. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And she told me something about marrying an indonesian guy when she grows up. I cracked up at my phone when I read that. I mean, okay la. Indonesian guys tend to be cuter and stuff, but I won't be able to understand what shit they're talking. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Pssh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;My NPCC squadmates should be back by now. I should be feeling immensely guilty for not attending the craptastic camp, but I'm not, not really, at least. So, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda regret missing it though. Now my squad's gonna hate me, if they even notice me.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;OMFG I just found out from a very resourceful source of mine that there're others besides me who skipped nco camp. That totally makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. I just talked to a friend from npcc who went for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel guilty. Like heck.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-4568428016198671543?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4568428016198671543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=4568428016198671543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4568428016198671543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4568428016198671543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-whatever.html' title='hey whatever'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-585730271036514145</id><published>2008-12-28T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:16:03.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'mma bad, bad girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current mood: Still saddened after watching Titanic. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current music: Until the day I die, I'll spill my heart for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Location: My incredibly stuffy room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;Titanic is the saddest-freaking-thing I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. It's like, damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;How dare people say Twilight is the new Titanic?!&lt;br /&gt;Titanic is epic, a freaking legend. And it has a cute main guy, and the effects aren't stingy.&lt;br /&gt;Twilight is stupid, a disgrace to the book. And the movie was just plain corny.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, both movies have the main guy protecting the girl with everything they've got, and somehow, Titanic pulled it off way better than Twilight did.&lt;br /&gt;What Edward Cullen went through to save Bella was cheesecake la, please people. Now, Jack went through shit and ice &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[and he's no vamp, mind you]&lt;/span&gt;  just to get Rose to safety, and in the end he still died. I would've cried if I was home alone. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know I'm supposed to be in NCO camp right now instead of yapping on about some uber romantic/sad show.&lt;br /&gt;My poor, poor squadmates. They're probably getting thrashed right now as I type.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I was overseas, so I couldn't attend camp. I asked my dad to sms my incredibly rude NPCC teach-in-charge. Actually, I typed the sms on his phone and sent it, but my dad knows, obviously. And she replied saying that I need to give her a letter when school reopens and I can't be an NCO if I don't attend the camp or some shit like that. I wanted to reply with an 'Okay. :)' but my dad thought it was unprofessional. So, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Batam yesterday, and fell asleep from like, 5pm yesterday to 11 am this morning. I'm crazy. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that happened at Batam was that I went jet-skiing. It's like, I was in the middle of the freaking sea, and it felt like nothing. -.- Seriously, I thought of trying to stand on the opaque-ish green water and see what would happen, but I couldn't jump off a moving jet-ski, could I?&lt;br /&gt;And a tip for people who plan to go jet-skiing: Ride against the waves at top speed.&lt;br /&gt;It's the awesomest freaking thing to do on a jet ski. HAHA. Just don't fall, though.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I'm bored, kinda dizzy, and bored.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just go do some SasuSaku stuff which I've been missing out on for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-585730271036514145?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/585730271036514145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=585730271036514145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/585730271036514145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/585730271036514145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/12/imma-bad-bad-girl.html' title='i&apos;mma bad, bad girl'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-4438547384184564035</id><published>2008-12-11T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:39:03.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to all the brothers and sisters out there</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current mood: Why the heck did I even add this thing if I don't know what I'm gonna type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current music: Sometimes I wish I could save you. Sometimes I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Location: Why'd I add this also, anyway? It's not like I'm gonna move my desktop com anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is something about siblings, hence the title. Durh.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was doing some random &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[and rather depressing]&lt;/span&gt; thinking about why the hell my house is always so damn quiet. And why I feel like I barely talk at home.&lt;br /&gt;Know why?&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm the only child. I don't have siblings like you lucky assholes out there have.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I wouldn't even mind a step-sibling. It'll be so much better than being alone, you know?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, I know there're plenty of people out there with siblings complain and whine and feel like throttling their siblings because they annoy the heck outta you. But isn't that much much better than having no one to throttle, no one to talk to&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[other than your parents, which I don't fancy doing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and no one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your age&lt;/span&gt; to confide in.&lt;br /&gt;There're others who hate their siblings because their parents prefer their sis or bro over them. Favoritism, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind that, because at least the attention would be diverted away from me. They wouldn't expect so many freakin' things from me. I wouldn't have to be the perfect child.&lt;br /&gt;You know how younger siblings tend to steal your chocolate or something?&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I wouldn't care if I had a younger sibling who would steal my underwear to make into a slingshot.&lt;br /&gt;... Okay maybe I would be pissed, but at least the house won't be so friggin' quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me people, being an only child is no walk in the park.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish your siblings. Thrash'em because you love'em.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't make much sense, eh? Been thinking too much to even type a decent, long, post. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-4438547384184564035?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4438547384184564035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=4438547384184564035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4438547384184564035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4438547384184564035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-all-brothers-and-sisters-out-there.html' title='to all the brothers and sisters out there'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-7004782791766765684</id><published>2008-12-08T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:55:30.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what goes around, comes back around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current mood: Can't feel my fingers. It's so effing cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current music: [insert some random Japanese words]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Location: My cold, cold, room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like blogging today so it'll be a really short post.&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice, long, and emotionally draining talk with Ickle on msn. And we cleared up whatever with whatever. Something changed between Twiggy, Ickle and I, but it's probably for the best.&lt;br /&gt;Then I chased Kiki around the house, like a game of cat and mouse, except that the cat is the mouse. It's fun to chase a cat. Really.&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I, I found out that you can polish imitated Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. bracelet with Autosol &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;[this toothpaste-looking thing which you use to polish metal]&lt;/span&gt; and it seriously SHINES.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm cracking up at the Naruto forums they have on fanfiction.net. The stuff they say there is freaking ridiculous. And yet highly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;Later, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-7004782791766765684?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7004782791766765684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=7004782791766765684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7004782791766765684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7004782791766765684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-goes-around-comes-back-around.html' title='what goes around, comes back around'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-281038976372534390</id><published>2008-12-07T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:45:09.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this time i'll be listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current mood: I dunno. I remember I'm supposed to be pissed at someone but I forgot why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current music: You're the new classic, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Location: In my dark, dark room. The bulbs're busted. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;I got my NCO camp notes earlier on in the afternoon from JiaWei&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; [spanx, dude!]&lt;/span&gt; at Admiralty MRT. She rebonded her hair! LOL. It looks good on her.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the NCO camp notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Friggin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Thick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, a mini-freakin'-handbook or something. There's detailed steps on how to do the drills and the knot-tying and shit.&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason I gave a second thought about not going for NCO camp.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm not the kind who'd leave behind my team mates in torture camp while I have the time of my life stuffing my face with BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I am.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the point!&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I'd feel guilty, because, like JiaWei said, it's 'abandoning' them. And the notes look like fun &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;[zomfg]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna do Night Patrol! LAWL. Seriously, it's fun. I just have a thing for playing wiht torchlights in the middle of the night. The only thing I hate is that there'll be tons of shitty lectures and drills.&lt;br /&gt;Which sucks, big time.&lt;br /&gt;I just realised this post is damn retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, so are my other posts.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I just changed my blogskin &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[again]&lt;/span&gt;. Almost forgot to mention it, lol.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it's mostly black, with some colours somewhere. And I changed the icons at the top right corner into some Sasuke &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;[obviously]&lt;/span&gt; and Sakura icons. They are SO meant for each other.&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder why I even bother blogging. I mean, it's not like anyone would actually read it and anticipate my posts or something, which is rather weird, because, seriously? Who the hell waits for people to update their blogs? Omfg I'm rambling.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, that's what blogs are for.&lt;br /&gt;I just bathed Kiki today, and she smells awesomely cute now. Not that she wasn't already before that. Lurve you, Kiki!!&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm talking thrash with Umaga. Been so long since I've talked to her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Twiggy's sick! She's like, damn sick, she can't eat anything 'cause she'll barf it right back out, and she has stomach pain AND cramps. How freaking sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's a physco &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;[is that how you spell it?]&lt;/span&gt; on my tagboard going by the name of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'sakura'&lt;/span&gt;. I like her though &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;[as an aqquaintance, dipshit!]&lt;/span&gt;, because she's a Sasuke fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I ran out of things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like reading fanfics, outta sudden.&lt;br /&gt;And watching cosplay videos.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;I lead &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;SUCH&lt;/span&gt; a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-281038976372534390?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/281038976372534390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=281038976372534390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/281038976372534390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/281038976372534390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-time-ill-be-listening.html' title='this time i&apos;ll be listening'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-385554302076313256</id><published>2008-12-06T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:48:16.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hear me, damnit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Current mood:  Bla ble bla ble bla. Does that mean anything to you?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Current music: Flying through the night, flying through the night, way freakin' up high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Location: The pathetic red chair which I broke something from, but not sure what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely tired, for some reason today, but I had the sudden urge and enthusiasm &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;[??]&lt;/span&gt; to blog.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from JB &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;[JONAS BROTHERS!]&lt;/span&gt;, Johor Bahru &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[darn.]&lt;/span&gt; to fix my aunt's car. Lawl. The jam was horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to go to NCO camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;ZOMFGWTFH&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking and thinking and thinking; it wouldn't do me any worst or better if I didn't become NCO once I graduate from secondary school. Like, seriously, I don't give two &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;[FOUR!] &lt;/span&gt;shits if I become NCO or not. All this trashy NPCC shit's irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, random, but I admire my aunt, 'cause she was an NPCC cadet in her school days, and she was a private from Sec 1 till 4. So freakin' cool.&lt;br /&gt;Back to whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for people who actually HAVE ambitions and future plans which involves NPCC, then go ahead, knock yourself out &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;[and down]&lt;/span&gt;. For those who don't &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[like me]&lt;/span&gt;, think about it; you work so damn hard to become NCO , then you graduate, then...?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yes, you get to pump the Sec 1s and 2s, and probably me, too, 'cause I'll be inferior to the NCOs [dang it], but you'll have to do double of what you give them, which is incredibly stupid. There's also more stress for NCOs. I mean, all that admin shit, and you have to plan events and trainings and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ry&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; for the cadets. All I really care about is my sargent rank.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Unless I have to go for NCO camp to get the damn rank...&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;That stinkin' Teck Soon can become NCO AND one of the Top Five &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;[AND sargent]&lt;/span&gt;, and he didn't even attend the stinkin' NCO camp.&lt;br /&gt;So overall, I don't think it's worth it to go for NCO camp and kill myself, when I can go overseas with my family and enjoy the awesome barbeque and the awesome pool and the awesome resort...&lt;br /&gt;On the same days NCO camp is held on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;MUAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a valid reason, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HELL YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-385554302076313256?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/385554302076313256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=385554302076313256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/385554302076313256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/385554302076313256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/12/hear-me-damnit.html' title='hear me, damnit!'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-2805328466508338863</id><published>2008-12-04T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:38:25.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fire!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Current mood: Over Saturn. Seriously. I'm giggling hysterically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Current music: We were born for this, yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Location: Somewhere between Wednesday and Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;I just came back &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;[again]&lt;/span&gt; from going down with Twiggy. I found out &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;[actually I kinda suspected this before]&lt;/span&gt; that I have a sick obsession for fire. Seriously. Yesterday and today I lit up all the candles in my house and created mini-bonfires with Twiggy.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when one of the match sticks I was holding over the fire suddenly flared up and burnt my finger. Now it feels kinda numb. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;And I put a Polo mint sweet in that fire, and Twiggy put that cigarette-looking sweet thing, and it bubbled and melted, and the smoke was just WOW. I was like, screaming, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;'My EYES! They BURN!!'&lt;/span&gt; when Twiggy ran somewhere to get papers from the letter boxes nearby to feed the dying flame.&lt;br /&gt;But the fire was damn pretty man. It was like, mostly blue.&lt;br /&gt;Something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/STfp50nqCXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/_xT3D4QXUfc/s1600-h/image284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/STfp50nqCXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/_xT3D4QXUfc/s200/image284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275942668074617202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were too late to take the nicer shots of the blue flame. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/STfp5BOfsnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Njrzr56uV70/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/STfp5BOfsnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Njrzr56uV70/s200/DSC00377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275942654278873714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got the Polo sweets &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;[it's freakin' &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;YUMMEH!&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;. I never knew they had the flavoured ones. There's three of the four flavours there. Green, blue, pink. I was thinking &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;'Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Puff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Girls'&lt;/span&gt; when I saw that. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;And Twiggy's getting me this Sasuke lighter thing for Christmas! YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;Something to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;Rock on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-2805328466508338863?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2805328466508338863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=2805328466508338863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2805328466508338863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2805328466508338863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/12/fire.html' title='fire!!'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/STfp50nqCXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/_xT3D4QXUfc/s72-c/image284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-3858604291602884555</id><published>2008-12-03T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:09:40.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here's how we do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Current mood: That feeling you get when you see someone(s) you've been close to in a new light? Yeah, I don't know what it's called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Current music: If you asked me if I liked you, I'd lie and say yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Location: The throne of realization. [??]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from going down to the park with Twiggy. She just came back from the cruise thing and got me this funny-looking albeit cool shell necklace from Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I decided it was fun to start a fire made out of match sticks. And in the middle of starting the awesome &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[puny]&lt;/span&gt; fire, we started talking about a certain someone whom I'm not gonna mentioned even though it'll be obvious who it is unless the person we're talking about is a moronic douche bag.&lt;br /&gt;See, Twiggy and I started talking about our dear friend who's away with her cousins in Malaysia, and we were discussing her attitude. Man, it was weird, 'cause the truth was told, and the cycle was something like this; Twiggy and I would talk bad about her, though it's completely facts, and she and I would talk about Twiggy, and she'd tell me bad stuff about her, and I'd agree &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;[SHADDUP! I'M GUILTY OKAY!]&lt;/span&gt; because from our perspective it's kinda true, and also I didn't hear Twiggy out. And she'll tell Twiggy stuff about me.&lt;br /&gt;So it's a screwed-up circle.&lt;br /&gt;So we talked and talked and talked.&lt;br /&gt;And I realised that the one who's the big bad meanie's not Twiggy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;[I actually thought she's a complete, and utter, loser. Prejudice, prejudice.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, she's always complaining how people copy her. She thinks her whole life's a goddamn &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sad sob story&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The reason? She's always telling people what to wear and what to do, because everything's supposed to go her way, because her way's always the best. Because her opinion makes a whole big &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;[bad]&lt;/span&gt; difference.&lt;br /&gt;Because she strips away your individuality. Everyone has their own style, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;She keeps saying she's no ah lian. Then again, the way she dresses &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; ah lian. I assume that she thinks that she's got the best damn fashion sense there is, since she's always telling Twiggy what to wear and not to wear. Jeez. Let the girl wear what she wants and is comfortable in, man.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, Twiggy probably ... erm... copied her because, well, Twiggy's a lonely person, and she suddenly has friends. Obviously she'll try her hardest to fit in. And what better way then to be exactly like the one who fits in easily?&lt;br /&gt;And she has that whole 'I'm cool and you're not' thing going on. Seriously. She thinks she's emo, cute and kiddy. She freakin' &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ACTS CUTE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;KIDDY&lt;/span&gt;. It gets old, ya know. There's only so much of a kid a retarded 14-year-old can act as.&lt;br /&gt;She hates people because they have something that she doesn't. I'm not even going to comment on that.&lt;br /&gt;And also, she says the meanest freakin' thing which she might not, or pretend not to, notice that she's hurt someone. I don't get it; she hurts people like nobody's business, and yet Twiggy and I remain silent about it. We don't dare to say stuff that might even remotely hurt her, intentionally or not. I don't give a crap if she doesn't realise that she's hurting people, because it's happened too many times.&lt;br /&gt;She's an obsessive gamer. Her entire freakin' &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[pathetic]&lt;/span&gt; life freakin' revolves around gaming, till a point where it's not even a life anymore. Seriously. Her mum confiscated her laptop, and she rips apart the drawer. Says a lot, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Her obsession is becoming so much more it's affecting people around her, damnit. Seriously, Twiggy and I feel like thrash whenever we're with her. She's just so goddamned depressing to be with.&lt;br /&gt;And she has effing issues with people with meat. Just because she's a pathetic loser with skin and bones doesn't mean other people who have meat in their bodies are fat. I mean, seriously, she says I'm fat &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;[okay, maybe I am.]&lt;/span&gt;, but I'd rather have meat in my ass rather than nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;She says gaming is more educational than watching YouTube videos.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Let's see. Gaming vs YouTube? Ding ding ding! We have a winner!&lt;br /&gt;YouTube's more educational, you loser. She says Warcraft is educational, because it enhances your strategic thinking. Well, guess what? When you're done with Warcraft, and all the other stuff you play, there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; be a brain. It'll all be mush.&lt;br /&gt;YouTube has an incredibly wide variety of stuff. It depends on what you watch, and you're sorta influenced by it. There's actually a lot of stuff you can learn. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[Obsessive]&lt;/span&gt; Gaming only influences one thing, and it leads to the rotting of your brain.&lt;br /&gt;She says she's a loner and no one wants to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;Look around you, you friggin' asswipe!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell have Twiggy and I been doing, then?! We're, dare I say, the closest damn thing you have to best friends. You keep saying that no one understands you. Guess what? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;IT'S 'CAUSE YOU DON'T TELL US ANYTHING!&lt;/span&gt; You have classmates who say Hi to you, whereas Twiggy doesn't even get a glance from her classmates. That's what a loner is like, you idiot. And she tries to make friends. You, on the other hand, have friends and yet you push them away with your intolerable attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the thing about her maple-hubby whom she so-called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'loved'&lt;/span&gt;. I don't blame him for not giving two shits about her, because, well, he's her ex-MAPLE-husband.&lt;br /&gt;And Kiwi.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Kiwi Kiwi Kiwi.&lt;/span&gt; That's all you freakin' talk about. You say you're in love, and that he's your one and only true love. Guess what? That's what everyone says when they're having a massive crush on someone. And even if it WAS true love, if fate meant for it to be, you WILL end up together, somehow. So &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;suck it up&lt;/span&gt; and quit whining about it.&lt;br /&gt;She says she wants to get into the Pure Sciences and get into A. Maths because that course she wants in poly requires it. She says it like it'll happen, because everything'll definitely go her way. Know why it didn't? Because you were gaming all the stinkin' time, and didn't even try to study for something which your future depended on.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I feel good after typing this. And at some point of time I went to the kitchen to get the jar of peanut butter and started eating it just like that. It's yummy okay.&lt;br /&gt;Twiggy's typing a, probably, much more detailed version of whatever I typed. She's pissed, alright. And she's the main victim.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just end this off with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;To Twiggy: I am freaking terribly sorry for all that shit I thought of you before. Seriously, I would dedicate 'Sorry' by the Jonas Brothers to you, but it'll be really weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;To Her: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-3858604291602884555?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3858604291602884555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=3858604291602884555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/3858604291602884555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/3858604291602884555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/12/heres-how-we-do.html' title='here&apos;s how we do'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-5590979124795965814</id><published>2008-12-02T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:20:35.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no rain no rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Current mood: Very, very relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Current music: GO NINJA GO NINJA GO! GO NINJA GO NINJA GO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Within the confines of my disturbingly neat room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla.&lt;br /&gt;My comp crashed [again] and I couldn't use it [obviously] for the past two days. The horror! Thank god I have a hacker of a cousin. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went out to the park with FreakyFlirt [because everytime I see her, she always tends to have a new guy. She's a good, but annoying, friend] to study on Sunday. I copied her Physics paper [HAH!] and I helped her with English, though I didn't know what the heck Autism was.&lt;br /&gt;And then I got too bored [my attention span's pathetic] so I decided to get some excersice and I went around playing with the monkey bar and that awesome moon-walk-y thing. FreakyFlirt was cam-whoring and I was just embracing the outside world. Seriously, it's not everyday I get to go out, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Got some pictures from her phone&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/STVBbAW8ewI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GSJzBRrrSy0/s1600-h/DSC03886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/STVBbAW8ewI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GSJzBRrrSy0/s200/DSC03886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275194470742915842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;At some point of time we started attempting to do the 'Boy Band' pose. Y'know, all those stinkin' typical boy-band poses they have on boy-band CD covers. I'd say we failed. FreakyFlirt's lil' bro took the pic for us. Kid's got potential. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/STVBZnJWj8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/PQOm2zH8ceY/s1600-h/DSC03890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/STVBZnJWj8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/PQOm2zH8ceY/s200/DSC03890.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275194446795149250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;And then her lil' bro was trying to climb on the thing, but I did it first! MUAHA! Stuff THAT up your ass, eh kid?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/STVBavjFusI/AAAAAAAAAX0/kMdDtIW3QcA/s1600-h/DSC03865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/STVBavjFusI/AAAAAAAAAX0/kMdDtIW3QcA/s200/DSC03865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275194466230450882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;We were bored and the seat made my ass hurt. And FreakyFlirt was armed with a camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/STVBZ8IekaI/AAAAAAAAAXs/od3fFYk8k6Q/s1600-h/DSC03863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/STVBZ8IekaI/AAAAAAAAAXs/od3fFYk8k6Q/s200/DSC03863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275194452428624290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I wasn't kidding when I said I was embracing the outside world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, yes, I cut my stinkin' hair. It looks friggin' oogleh now. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;My comp died on me only after I came home from studying. And so I spent the next four hours after that mourning. And then I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I did... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Basically all I did was bath, rot, eat, rot somemore, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I forgot to meet up with a friend to get my NPCC notes yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-5590979124795965814?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5590979124795965814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=5590979124795965814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5590979124795965814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5590979124795965814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-rain-no-rainbow.html' title='no rain no rainbow'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/STVBbAW8ewI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GSJzBRrrSy0/s72-c/DSC03886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-718120101769665240</id><published>2008-11-29T14:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:19:25.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy dj take me to the partay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Current mood: Shitty. Very, very shitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Current music: Loneliness knows me by name, it found me once, AND IT'S STILL FREAKIN' HERE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Location: Rotting in the solitude of my incredibly uncomfortable red chair with a numb ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually posting. I know. Like, wow right? And I even changed my blogskin, to SASUKE! and Naruto. They're so adorable. Oh, and I even changed my music playlist. MUAHAH! The first song is a Christian song, but who gives a shit? The song rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;My bishies, emo-kiwi-lover [EKL, pronounced as Ickle, so I'll just call her that, 'cause I feel like it] and... Twiggy [because she's thin and ... twiggy.] went overseas, and left me in boring ol' Singapore, hopelessly and helplessly alone.&lt;br /&gt;Ickle went to Malaysia with her family for, like, a whole stinkin' month and won't be back till 20+ Dec. Screw her.&lt;br /&gt;And Twiggy just left for her cruise thing today. Screw her too.&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN YOU GUYS DO THIS TO ME?!?!&lt;br /&gt;You'd better bring back some awesomely-sasuke souvenir!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking.&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;That I don't know what to say. Seriously. It's like, writer's block or something. I'd have lots to post about, but since NOTHING'S been happening, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Like, people! Spam my tagboard or something. It'll be like, the most eventful thing that's happened to me for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;Ooo oo oo!!&lt;br /&gt;I know!&lt;br /&gt;The Twilight movie!!&lt;br /&gt;Two words.&lt;br /&gt;It.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Its an utter disgrace to the awesomeness of the book. Like, that guy playing Edward's nowhere NEAR Edward. They spent too much time on pointless [and corny and cheesy and JUST INCREDIBLY MORONIC] scenes. And the director screwed up the scenes. The part where they kissed [URGH!!] was supposed to be romantic and in the stinkin' FOREST, not in Bella's room. And the part where Edward was sucking the venom outta Bella was funny; it looked like he was gobbling her up or something. And the Jacob was oogleh [I mean, c'mon! He appeared FIVE MINUTES into the movie]. And the part were Edward showed Bella what vampires look like under the sunlight was. SO. FREAKIN. STUPID. I mean, like, wtf? There just conviniently happened to have this streak of sunlight out of freakin' NOWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;The only scene I loved loved loved, would have to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mike - 'So... you and Cullen, eh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Bella - '...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mike - '... I don't like it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Man that scene was hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO CYCLING!&lt;br /&gt;I need to MOVE, because my body isn't active, which in turn makes my mind sloppy and all I wanna do is curl up and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna do that!&lt;br /&gt;You know why??&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I HAVE A FRIGGIN' LIFE, WHICH I CAN'T FRIGGIN' LIVE NOW, 'CAUSE MY FRIGGIN' BISHIES AREN'T HERE WITH ME TO FRIGGIN' LIVE IT!!! WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;SASUKE!&lt;br /&gt;ZOMFGWTFBBQ!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank god Ickles and Twiggy gave me that Sasuke puzzle portrait thing so I can hang on my wall and stare and swoon and drool and -siiighh...-. He's my only companion nowadays. Yes, I talk to him [SHADDUP!] because he actually LISTENS, and he won't ever leave me! See how good Sasuke is??!&lt;br /&gt;He looks so dang rape-able in the picture [tee-hee-hee].&lt;br /&gt;... Screw off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-718120101769665240?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/718120101769665240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=718120101769665240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/718120101769665240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/718120101769665240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/11/daddy-dj-take-me-to-partay.html' title='daddy dj take me to the partay'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-5210921848666184811</id><published>2008-11-02T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:47:14.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Can you guys believe it? I'm posting! Woooo...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, short post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for Batam, as per usual, until Thusday. And my parents promised to get me the Bunny Bag by the time I reach Singapore! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;And also, I added that weird-ass personality shit thing at the side. Go check out the test. It's pretty accurate.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again when I come back to Singapore, kay? Kay.&lt;br /&gt;Rock on, peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-5210921848666184811?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5210921848666184811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=5210921848666184811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5210921848666184811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5210921848666184811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/11/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-6864050110511822917</id><published>2008-08-09T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:25:05.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ola.&lt;br /&gt;A post just to explain how Sushee - yes she's named Sushee - got into my house. Yes. It got into my house at it's own accord. More like ran in and meowing the crap outta itself asking for food.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so you see,  my Mum was opening the door to go out, and Sushee ran in and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da. That's the story. Damn dramatic right? -.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;And it caught a cockroach in my room for me. It was so stinkin' huge. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And this year's NDP kinda sucked. So boring.&lt;br /&gt;The NDP in school was kinda cool. I guess. I don't even remember what happened, except that I screamed the crap out myself.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-6864050110511822917?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6864050110511822917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=6864050110511822917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/6864050110511822917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/6864050110511822917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/08/ola.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-2888022621741049604</id><published>2008-08-05T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T14:21:03.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I. Am. So. Freaked. Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a freaking cat in my house and I'm keeping it.&lt;br /&gt;And it loves my room, especially my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;IT'S FREAKY AND RANDOM I TELL YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;So. Today went something like this: science (free time), self study (more free time), recess, mother tongue (one and a half hours, mind you) and lastly, maths, two freaking periods of it. And this is what happens when you get bored shitless in maths class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SJghDIXLrXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KXwPoOyNe2k/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SJghDIXLrXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KXwPoOyNe2k/s400/DSC00120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230967304858873202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SJghDXnOVQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/OJKgwQm4H6A/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 198px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SJghDXnOVQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/OJKgwQm4H6A/s400/DSC00121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230967308952687874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take pictures. Sorry about the side view. I'm too lazy to rotate the thing. And btw. It's Shermaine, my table partner in class! Had fun didn't we, Shermaine? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;OOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;And here are some pics of the kityy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SJghDq09JyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xyHxLAG_n6I/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SJghDq09JyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xyHxLAG_n6I/s400/DSC00129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230967314110555938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SJghD3pW9XI/AAAAAAAAAP0/prDK-4EPh6o/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SJghD3pW9XI/AAAAAAAAAP0/prDK-4EPh6o/s400/DSC00130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230967317551576434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwetty -and no, this isn't a typo- isn't she??&lt;br /&gt;It's sleeping on my bed. Yeap. Minnie Mouse. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't gotten a name for it. Tricia smartly told me to name it kirry, which sounds like curry, because it's brown.&lt;br /&gt;I applaud her.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go play with the kitty somemore. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-2888022621741049604?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2888022621741049604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=2888022621741049604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2888022621741049604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2888022621741049604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/08/i.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/SJghDIXLrXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KXwPoOyNe2k/s72-c/DSC00120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-5107985628917548184</id><published>2008-08-01T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:30:10.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BWAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Be astounded, people! The great me has arriiiivveddddd!&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;The weather's so stinkin' hot. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Today was retarded, like any other day. I'm posting early 'cause, like, there's no NPCC, for some weird reason, and everyone else has CCA. So I had no one else to hang out with except Natassja. Retarded.&lt;br /&gt;And so first lesson was Maths, had the time of my life during the test. I actually finished the damn thing with 20 minutes to spare. I scared myself there. I thought I missed out a page or something. Never did a Maths paper in sec school so easily before. Seriously. And the last question's nuts.&lt;br /&gt;It's an effing 8 marks question, and I needed to do was find the volume of the hemi-sphere and cone. It should be worth only 4 marks, at most, but I'm not complainin'. All I have to do now is wait and pray that I pass, for once. So. Maths went well. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Next was recess. Well, two people got me pissed at the world that I kept cursing after recess, and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Shermaine&lt;/span&gt; said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Are you really that pissed at them?"&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Oh yeah, and she gave me this orange rubber band thing, 'cause I said it was pwetty. It's hanging on my phone strap now. Haha. Love the rubber band. Spanx, Shermaine! XD&lt;br /&gt;And so, after recess was two periods of Language studies. Joy! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;We basically only did corrections and all that jazz. Boring. And then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mrs Lee&lt;/span&gt; showed us the thank you card &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Melvyn&lt;/span&gt; did for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ms See&lt;/span&gt; on behalf of the class. It was pwetty. Good job, yo.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that was Science. Last period! I spent half the class copying the notes like the good girl I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(- cough-suck up-cough-)&lt;/span&gt;. Then after that Shermaine turned behind 'cause she said it was hot when we faced the front, and that when we face the side, it's a little bit cooler. Haha. Retarded. But it's true. And so I turned around too, and ta-da, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Shin Yi &lt;/span&gt;was there, talking crap.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the seat Shin Yi's sitting on is cursed. Everytime I sit there, I go completely nuts, and everytime Shin Yi gets off the seat, she becomes all quiet and normal, know what I mean? It's weird. Shin Yi believes that the Joker died there.&lt;br /&gt;The last half hour of Science lesson, me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Si Ci, Shin Yi and Jia Wei&lt;/span&gt; spent the time laughing about nothing in particular. Oh yeah. About &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;meatballs&lt;/span&gt;. There's a song about it. ... Serious. It goes something like this: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;'Pity the meatball, go and eat fish ball'&lt;/span&gt;. There's a tune and dance for it. Believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Then class ended and went to get waffles - it's like I'm addicted to those things - with Natassja and walked around NorthPoint and ended up in Popular. And Natassja was desperate to buy a book 'cause she felt like buying one. Haha. Retarded. She finally got one called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'Skulduggery Pleasant'&lt;/span&gt;. The book cover was pretty, like a punk-rockish kinda book.&lt;br /&gt;After that went home and bla bla bla.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I'm done for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Bye, yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-5107985628917548184?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5107985628917548184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=5107985628917548184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5107985628917548184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5107985628917548184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/08/bwahaha-be-astounded-people-great-me.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-125097472302712305</id><published>2008-07-31T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:36:29.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah. Go on and gasp and be shocked that I actually posted after... one and three quarters of a month. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;Was ...uh... inspired to post after that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;'blog debate war'&lt;/span&gt; thingy on someone's blog. It was kinda retarded and cool and stupid at the same time. Makes sense? Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I'll try to post on what's been happening lately. If I can remember. My memory's horrid.&lt;br /&gt;First of that I remember. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Harmony&lt;/span&gt; performance!&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was kinda cool but weird at the same time. I was in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;hip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;hop&lt;/span&gt; team with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Natassja,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Shermaine, Qian Ying, Euginie, Qian Hui, Jia Qi, Nicklaus, Nigel&lt;/span&gt; etc etc. Sorry if I forgot any of you guys. It was kind of rushed la, the rehearsals. At least we managed to come up with something.&lt;br /&gt;The most retarded part was me wearing P.E shorts with the black jacket and shirt. It SO did not go together. And I was freaking vibrating from nerves throughout the entire performance. Wasn't even looking straight. And the stinkin' sec 1s get to sit there and watch our performances. Arses. Well, whatever. At least it's over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;Next of that I remember. Erm... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cosplay videos&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. I can watch those throughout the entire night and not feel sleepy. They're highly entertaining and freakishly funny. I must be nuts.&lt;br /&gt;And a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nintendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;They're so insanely pwetty and awesome and cool and cute! I want one! Been playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Pokemon&lt;/span&gt; (of all things) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Diamond&lt;/span&gt; on the emulator lately. Lurrrvvveeeee it. So much better than GBA. And the gameplay for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Pokemon Rangers&lt;/span&gt; is unique and awesome. Kinda difficult though, since I'm using a mouse instead of a real stylus. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; 'Final Fantasy : Reverent Wings' &lt;/span&gt;rocks. Love the cute little sprites and gameplay. And '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Full Metal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alchemist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;: Dual Sympathy&lt;/span&gt;' rocks my socks. It's awesome, just that the game's way too stinkin' short.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Speaking of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Pokemon Diamond&lt;/span&gt;, I'm at that point in the game where I got this dude as my partner called &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Riley&lt;/span&gt;. I thought he was a cute guy for some retarded reason. I mean, it's a freaking Pokemon game. And so I searched for Riley on Deviantart &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(curse my weakness for raven-haired/eyed anime dudes.)&lt;/span&gt; and ta-da. He's my display pic on MSN currently. And I also found out about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sir Aaron&lt;/span&gt;, from a Pokemon movie; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Lucario and the Mystery of Mew&lt;/span&gt;. It's a stupid-ass name, but it's kinda cool. Love the effects in the movie. Yes, I actually watched it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(don't blame me; was bored)&lt;/span&gt;. Riley happened to be some kinda tribute to Sir Aaron for the game; they looked similar. Sir Aaron was this dude who sacrificed himself for the kingdom and all that typical crap. But it was sad, surprisingly. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Lucario's&lt;/span&gt; so damn awesome. It's some kinda aura/ancient pokemon thing. And it's all badass and broody and all. Like, goddamnit. It's an effing&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; POKEMON&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons in school has been getting crappier and crappier as each day goes by. It's so freaking boring I started singing &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;'Hollaback girl'&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shermaine&lt;/span&gt;. Though we anyhow sing; didn't really know the lyrics. Was damn retarded la. Haha. It goes something like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Shermaine: 'Uh huh'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me             : 'This ma shit, all the girls wanna be like this, few times been 'round that track, so it's gonna have to be like that'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Shermaine and me: ' Ain't no hollaback girl, aint no hollaback girl'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Damn stupid. Can't blame us though. Was seriously bored crapless. Maths class just can't get any worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;TICKLY POINTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so mean to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Krithika&lt;/span&gt;, poking her everywhere I know is tickly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(which is seriously everywhere)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;BWAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Gotta thank &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Celia&lt;/span&gt; for telling me where the VERY tickly points are. That girl's scary. Seriously. She can do that knuckle squishing thing really really really good.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. As for today, lessons were really boring &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(as per usual)&lt;/span&gt;. And then had some talk about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eating disorders&lt;/span&gt;. The pictures were kinda scary. Like, wtf, some of the girls really looked like stinkin' skeletons. After that talk, I'm kinda glad for all the fats that I have. ... ... ... Or not.&lt;br /&gt;And so, the talk made me hungry, so me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tricia&lt;/span&gt; went to Admiralty to get waffles. I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;choco&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;butter&lt;/span&gt;, she go &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;blueberry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;butter&lt;/span&gt;.  Woo. Gotta love the waffles.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the Shop and Save there to get drinks. Tricia got the 1.5l of Coke, me and Amanda got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Bull&lt;/span&gt;.  Then we set off to Tricia's house. I cooked &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Maggi&lt;/span&gt; there. It was yummy, duh. And then we went blog-hopping on her laptop and la la la.&lt;br /&gt;Damnit I have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mathematics test&lt;/span&gt; to study for. Stinkin' &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Pythagoras' Theorem&lt;/span&gt; thing and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;mensuration&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;Study study study...&lt;br /&gt;Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-125097472302712305?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/125097472302712305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=125097472302712305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/125097472302712305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/125097472302712305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/07/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-1819216386709652392</id><published>2008-06-03T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:41:48.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Been a really really really freaking long time since I last posted. God. It's been like, a month.&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I decided to post today is because... well, I just ran out of things to do and I'm bored to tears. Seriously. I keep yawning so much until my eyes water.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm, like, trying to keep myself entertained by reading some funny fanfiction, but the humor sorta died down, and reading some random shoujo manga. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The one I'm currently trying to pay attention to is tittled '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Until Death Do Us Part&lt;/span&gt;'. Sounds like something from a wedding, but no, it's not. It's actually about this 12-year-old girl who has precognition abilities and somehow found this older and sort of blind guy to protect her 'cause there were these weird yakuza freaks after her powers and the typical crap. And he owns this kick-ass katana thing. However, there's just too much '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pause-suspense-slash-blood&lt;/span&gt;' kinda thing going on with the sword for my taste.&lt;br /&gt;At least the guy's hair's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;... Maybe I should just start talking about R.O.D Night.&lt;br /&gt;Well. I thought it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;The food they gave us sucked like crap. I mean, dude, the chicken wing looked effing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;frozen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And the performance was crap la, so short and boring. Last year's was better 'cause the buffet was held at the hall instead of the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;AND MY HAIR WAS STILL IN THE FREAKING BUN FROM THE PARADE BEFORE THE PERFORMANCE AND IT STAYED THAT WAY DURING THE PERFORMANCE!!! NOOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt; ... Though I'd rather it stayed up in the bun instead of being let down and look like something died and exploded there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh YAY! My dad's gonna send my phone to the repair agency thing tonight. Finally my phone's gonna stop being mute. Get well, phone.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I should name my phone. Let's name it... ... ... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;JICKLES&lt;/span&gt;!! No wait, I named Tricia's hamster that. Hmm. Name name name name... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;JEECKLES&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;BWAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I astound even the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So from now on my phone's called Jeeckles! Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;... I'll come back to this post once I figure out what else to type.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This is like... 3-4 hours since the last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Wisma Atria where I sent my Jeeckles for repair. Sigh. I'll miss you for the next two days, Jeeckles!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go find someone to bug on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-1819216386709652392?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1819216386709652392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=1819216386709652392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/1819216386709652392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/1819216386709652392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/06/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-2652536202411091116</id><published>2008-05-04T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:24:16.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'M ON A JO-BROS HIGH! WHHEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been posting a lot... cause... well... Didn't feel like it. Bwahaha. Believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(and every other day. But it's just worse today)&lt;/span&gt;, I'm suffering from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jonas Obsession Disorder&lt;/span&gt;. That ought to explain the different song playlist. THEY ROCK MAN! It feels so good to be a fan-girl sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went on that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nature Walk&lt;/span&gt; thing. Met up with Jia Wei at the 962 bus-stop there. She said I looked dead. Couldn't agree any better. Then took bus to Sembawang interchange and tried not to fall asleep on the bus. Then had to run to the damn ez-link card top-up machine thing to top-up my ez-link card. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;Took the I-forgot-which-number bus and Mrs Lee happened to take the same bus there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scaaary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;THEN tragedy strikes. My left ear-piece wouldn't work! So I had to listen to the Jo-Bros with only the right one on. At least I couldn't hear myself thinking at the volume the thing was playing.&lt;br /&gt;We reached the place, and it was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;FREAKING&lt;/span&gt; hot. And Sarah was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;'LATER WE GO PRATA SHOP!'&lt;/span&gt; cause she saw the prata shop... somewhere. I was still listening to my mp4 and trying to ignore the freaking heat.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nature&lt;/span&gt;...er... walk. Yeah. We were walking so fast I wasn't even sure what's the point of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;'appreciating'&lt;/span&gt; the nature if all you think of is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;'The faster we get this done and over with the faster we'll get to the prata shop'&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'EVERYONE KNOWS IT'S MEANT TO BE, FALLING IN LOVE JUST YOU AND ME, TILL THE END OF TIME, TILL I'M ON HER MIND IT'LL HAPPEN! YEEAAHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (chorus from 'Just Friends' minus the YEAH part.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we walked and walked and walked and finally reached this grassy area which was right next to the reservoir. It was such a calming place, if not for the freaking boys screaming and thrashing around like the immature gits they were. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had this mini-picnic thingy as we sat on those rocks thingy. Mrs Lee and Miss Wong brought some food, so we shared. The place was so nice man.&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to be retarded and started singing &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;'Just Friends'&lt;/span&gt; to Jia Wei. ANd for the fun of it, I pointed to Mrs Lee walking past us when I said the first part &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(There she goes again, the girl I'm in love with, it's cool we're just friends...)&lt;/span&gt;. We cracked up so hard.&lt;br /&gt;And then someone decided to 'bring back our childhood memories' and play Ice and Water. Psh.&lt;br /&gt;Nigel got injured. I was chasing him. Hey hey. I didn't even touch him. But seriously, that kid needs to be less enthu. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked back to where we came from and Sarah was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt; whining about the prata shop. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And so the boys decided to go home and Mrs Lee went home also. Then Mrs Wong was with us and we ate with her and guess what? She treated us! She's so nice, I feel so bad...&lt;br /&gt;And the waiter has freaking good memory man. Like, an order from 12 people and he can remember everything without writing it down. And the cashier uncle dude gave us a discount cause we're schoolgirls. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;BWA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna go be a fan-freak somemore...&lt;br /&gt;Bye, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-2652536202411091116?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2652536202411091116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=2652536202411091116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2652536202411091116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2652536202411091116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/05/yo-im-on-jo-bros-high-whheeee.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-1732026563716291723</id><published>2008-04-26T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:12:45.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;Ain in my house right now cause she forgot her house keys. Smart right?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah. I'm still smarter, though. Always was, always will be.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;If there was one in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;D.Gray-Man released today! Yay! Still no AllenxLenalee romance though. Sad. They're a cute couple. Lavi still cuter though. Sad he not main character.&lt;br /&gt;Naruto released yesterday! Yay! Ooo... plot thickens. Wonder what was Itachi's 'Mission'...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Went to library today with Tricia and Amanda. Thanks to Tricia, I wasted five bucks buying redundant coffee from Starbucks. Redundant, I say? Cause, like, I despise coffee. Simple as that. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see any cute guys in the library today except for one with nice hair but a weird taste for underwear.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos...&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;Nite, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-1732026563716291723?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1732026563716291723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=1732026563716291723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/1732026563716291723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/1732026563716291723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/04/yo_26.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-7202301112897795899</id><published>2008-04-11T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:40:16.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had NPCC training, which was actually (I can't believe I'm saying this) fun.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm too tired to type out a blow-by-blow account, I'll just spare you guys and summarize everything.&lt;br /&gt;First of, I managed to polish my boots in the short time span of ten minutes before morning assembly began. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;Next, had training. At first it started off damn lame la. I was falling asleep on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I totally LOVE the part where we went on 'autopilot' while marching and sang lame-ass cheers at the same time. Damn nice man. Echo all around the school.&lt;br /&gt;Saddest thing that happened today; Rahimi sir told us that he had cancer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure if I heard right, but Darlyna heard the same thing. But, the heck, my entire squad like never hear anything or like don't give a shit like that. Sup with that?!&lt;br /&gt;I actually almost cried, like, 5 seconds after I registered what he said. The way he say it was like, fast and so casual, it broke my heart (right, right).&lt;br /&gt;But really, I feel sad for him. Don't pity him or anything. But... yeah. It's in my nature to feel sad for something so...so... er... sad. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I don't know if it's true, but if it is, get well soon, Rahimi sir. Add oil! Ha ha ha humph...&lt;br /&gt;Okay. On to the less depressing matters.&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Izzati and took the 965 bus from Yishun MRT bus station, then took 912.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us were like, dead. Seriously. Izzati fell asleep on the 965 bus ride, and I sort of kept first watch. Ha ha. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then went home, got a really really good shower... dump my uniform in the laundry bag... and started blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Such a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;Nite, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-7202301112897795899?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7202301112897795899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=7202301112897795899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7202301112897795899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7202301112897795899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/04/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-6892075590720906979</id><published>2008-04-10T17:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:16:04.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from NAPFA &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(zat how you spell it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos.&lt;br /&gt;After NAPFA, me, Tricia, Amanda and Kelly walked back home together.&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Tricia freaking random la. We saw this custom made car and both of us was like, -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"OMFG! THAT CAR SO PRETTY!!"&lt;/span&gt; then whipped out our phones and started snapping pics from different angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3l5AId6_I/AAAAAAAAANw/EeJkFLb0BEg/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3l5AId6_I/AAAAAAAAANw/EeJkFLb0BEg/s400/DSC00027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187555113251498994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? It turned out to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mr Nirav's&lt;/span&gt; car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3l5QId7AI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ohRgJjGy8Zk/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3l5QId7AI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ohRgJjGy8Zk/s400/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187555117546466306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3l5gId7BI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AxcPcIfio00/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3l5gId7BI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AxcPcIfio00/s400/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187555121841433618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;cool as heck&lt;/span&gt; car in the school compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3l5gId7CI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QTzHF1S7qaU/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3l5gId7CI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QTzHF1S7qaU/s400/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187555121841433634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3l5wId7DI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CzT9ILfjlNg/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3l5wId7DI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CzT9ILfjlNg/s400/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187555126136400946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random car with a really really nice front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3mLQId7EI/AAAAAAAAAOY/70z0mWEzrfQ/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3mLQId7EI/AAAAAAAAAOY/70z0mWEzrfQ/s400/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187555426784111682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part had to be when we saw this car &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3mLQId7FI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2kwBOSOTJ1c/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3mLQId7FI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2kwBOSOTJ1c/s400/DSC00021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187555426784111698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3mLgId7GI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Wy_ynSYzqiU/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3mLgId7GI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Wy_ynSYzqiU/s400/DSC00020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187555431079079010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3mLwId7HI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WjiwNwzABYo/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3mLwId7HI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WjiwNwzABYo/s400/DSC00019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187555435374046322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3mLwId7II/AAAAAAAAAO4/jvQ-XtyxfK4/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3mLwId7II/AAAAAAAAAO4/jvQ-XtyxfK4/s400/DSC00018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187555435374046338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were like -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Tricia: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Then-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Tricia: GAASSSSPPPP!!!!!! -points at the same car at the same time- OMFFFGGGGGG THAT CAR SO FREAKING NICE!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;Nuts, I know. Muahah. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Anywhozzz...&lt;br /&gt;We boarded the train, and saw this dude with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;really really disastrous fashion sense&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3mdgId7KI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jMsmWHzzDYU/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3mdgId7KI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jMsmWHzzDYU/s400/DSC00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187555740316724386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red skinny pants&lt;/span&gt;? With some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; shirt and a black vest? And &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;flip flops&lt;/span&gt;? The only person that can EVER pull off that kinda fashion stunt would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Ah crap. I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Geography&lt;/span&gt; powerpoint to chiong.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Bye, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-6892075590720906979?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6892075590720906979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=6892075590720906979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/6892075590720906979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/6892075590720906979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/04/yo_10.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJ1exySOXXw/R_3l5AId6_I/AAAAAAAAANw/EeJkFLb0BEg/s72-c/DSC00027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-2279695880597682336</id><published>2008-04-08T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:54:21.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;This. Is. SO. Unfair.&lt;br /&gt;I freaking handed up the stupid Malay compo thing, man! And my MT teacher anyhow say I never hand in that damn thing. And that piece of crap took me three freaking days and Siti to help me complete it seh.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking shit.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to re-do entire thing by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Heart-breaking man.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I shall endure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-2279695880597682336?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2279695880597682336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=2279695880597682336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2279695880597682336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2279695880597682336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/04/yo_08.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-1766380327762611486</id><published>2008-04-07T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:55:15.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted for a long long time eh? Yeah yeah. Been busy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(yeah right)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos...&lt;br /&gt;Today, the entire sec 2s from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;YTSS&lt;/span&gt; and some other schools went to watch the volleyball match at Yio Chu Kang sports hall. Damn sad la. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;YTSS&lt;/span&gt; volleyball &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(right?)&lt;/span&gt; boys lost like crap. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Keep trying, ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;However, I think that they lost due to the distractions caused by the dumb councilors.  Cause the councilors too damn enthu, keep cheering like shit, which distracted the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;YTSS&lt;/span&gt; players. Sigh. Guess how I came to that conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;The boys seem to score like hell whenever we're silent, and always seem to miss like shit whenever we cheer while they play.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, even I would be distracted beyond belief with all that non-sensible screaming coming from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;YTSS &lt;/span&gt;spectators stand.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Nicklaus &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(I think he captain of the team or something... Different jersey from the rest...)&lt;/span&gt; like so depressed after the game. I'm kinda thinking he'd be emo like crap tomorrow. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And Melvyn so cool. Score so much for the team. Good work, yo. I forgot who else score for the team. Sorry, dudes.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;My throat's still burning from all that screaming I did.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Bye, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-1766380327762611486?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1766380327762611486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=1766380327762611486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/1766380327762611486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/1766380327762611486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/04/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-5900579778953559986</id><published>2008-03-28T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:08:01.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Heartbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WAHHH!! HOW CAN THEY JUST THROW AWAY ALL THAT DAMN TRAINING WE HAD TO GO THROUGH FOR THE PAST TWO MONTHS JUST FOR THIS DAMN EVENT WHICH WE DIDN'T EVEN GET TO PERFORM AND IT WASN'T EVEN RAINING BLOODY SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell seh. Train so hard for the parade for Speech Day&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(today)&lt;/span&gt; for two god damn months.. then in the end never even perform la. Damn sad, you know. And somemore it wasn't even raining... Wanna cry man.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, all we did was that walkway thing. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;WHICH WAS EXTREMELY LAME&lt;/span&gt;. Cause like, all we had to do was just stand there in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;'sedia'&lt;/span&gt; position. The rehearsals were WAY better than this man. There wasn't even the freaking band! Like, WTF man!&lt;br /&gt;And I heard Melissa ma'am cried or something, cause she trained so bloody hard for the parade, then in the end never perform. She's the parade commander also. I feel so sorry for her. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;What's worse, some of the people in the NPCC contingent didn't even GET to be in that walkway thing. I was lucky cause I got picked. But still... Bloody unfair you know.&lt;br /&gt;Damn sad, damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;And now, about half hour after the previous sentence...&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed at Tricia. I won't type out what problem I have with her, cause like, she's a good friend...&lt;br /&gt;But what really pissed me off was when I sort of shouted (on msn) about Speech Day today, and she told me to complain to &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;'SOMEONE FUCKING ELSE'&lt;/span&gt; as quoted. Wow. What's gotten up her ass? The convo I had with her before she went unceremoniously offline made me wanna smack her face man...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-5900579778953559986?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5900579778953559986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=5900579778953559986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5900579778953559986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5900579778953559986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/03/yo_28.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-2458530293345302032</id><published>2008-03-24T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:34:49.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting! After four days of not posting! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'm, as usual, tired as heck. Having Speech Day contingent training AGAIN tomorrow. Sigh. The previous training,which was on Saturday, was kinda cool. No. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Our drills were dang cool damnit. Always get solid bang, for some reason which I'm pretty sure had nothing to do with Husna ma'am bitchin' at us again. Before that, she treated us nicely, that's why our drills so damn awesome. Then she suddenly started shouting... then dunno what happened la. But seriously, she needs to stop shouting like a man; it's creepy and makes it hard for me to keep my '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;garang&lt;/span&gt;' face on. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Damn. I hope no NCO or Husna ma'am herself finds this blog...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(I actually HAVE a life OUTSIDE of NPCC.)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today... I almost puked and passed out during 2.4km run. Had a stitch in my side &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(not literally)&lt;/span&gt; the entire freaking time. Couldn't breath. Sigh. Failed the damn thing by two minutes. And also, I found out that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mrs Pua&lt;/span&gt;, who's my P.E teacher, is pregnant! Congrats, cher! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Then there were lessons &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(sigh. Since when were there not?)&lt;/span&gt;. There was two freaking hours of English. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;YOU KNOW HOW TORTURED I WAS TRYING TO STAY AWAKE?!&lt;/span&gt; And I didn't even have breakfast or recess. Then came Science &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(thank GOD!)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Miss Pau&lt;/span&gt; was cool. She let us rest for 5 minutes 'cause we requested some time to rest &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(or maybe she saw how dead and desperate we looked)&lt;/span&gt;. My head, like, straight away dropped onto the table the moment she told us the 5 minutes already began. And I actually managed to get a 5 minute nap. Woke up feeling kinda refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And on the way back from MT class, saw Husna ma'am and we were walking oppisite directions. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; So me and Darlyna were just like 'errrrr' and Husna ma'am looked at us, and said &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;'Tomorrow.'&lt;/span&gt; as she walked past. My reaction was something along the lines of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; 'Wha-?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;'Yes ma - uh... Am I supposed to say ma'am?'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I just remembered that I tortured Jiawei with my singing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(was singing S.O.S by the Jonas Brothers, btw)&lt;/span&gt; from beginning of school till the end. And I was so free &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;('cause I was waiting for Tricia to finish her damn remedial)&lt;/span&gt; I decided to sweep the class and arrange the tables and chairs. The air felt so much better to breath in after that.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat with Tricia then went to her house and played &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GunBound&lt;/span&gt;. Such a cute game. Blast cute little thingys around and stuff. We were screaming like shit.&lt;br /&gt;That's bout it I guess. Nothing happened much during the weekend, 'cause like, didn't go out or anything...&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Nite, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-2458530293345302032?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2458530293345302032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=2458530293345302032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2458530293345302032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/2458530293345302032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/03/yo_24.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-4087745530068359186</id><published>2008-03-20T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:33:27.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been posting for two days. Tsk tsk. Had been dead exhausted for the past two days. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I had NPCC Speech Day contingent training, which included other UGs. It was SO cool. No, really. We had to wear those white gloves thing, then had to stand at attention in some kinda position which made a walk-way for the Guest of Honours. We were linked with the other UGs. Damn nice man.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we had the outdoor rehearsal part of the Speech Day thing. That one was kinda cool also, but Husna ma'am starting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;bitchin'&lt;/span&gt; at us after that. I hate it when she shouts to us about&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; POSTURE!!&lt;/span&gt; and shit. And she anyhow accuse us, "Your arm swing was so bad that someone else could comment about it!". At this point of time I wanted to take my baton and thwack her to Russia&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(but noooooo I was too scared of life-long pumpings)&lt;/span&gt;. She was screaming like what like that la.&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, the 'someone', who is Mr Yeo, wasn't even talking about MY brilliant squad. He was talking about the GOH &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(guard of honour)&lt;/span&gt; squad! Like, what the heck seh. And then somemore the GOH made of Sec 4s and 3s. Our seniors. Who are always screaming shit at us for not having a solid bang when &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;THEIRS&lt;/span&gt; is like rotten egg. And their marching also like shit liddat.  Gosh. Assholes.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos...&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday,which is yesterday, we had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PTR&lt;/span&gt;! Yay! PTR means Parent Teacher Rapport which means &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;DOOM&lt;/span&gt;. The parents were up int he hall while us Sec 2s were stuck to eternal boredom in the indoor sports hall. Listening to the Principle talk and talk through the projector thing. The councilors actually organized games for us. But in the end, we didn't get to play it, cause, well, the Principle took so damn long. Not that I'm complaining that we didn't get to play, I'm thankful, even.&lt;br /&gt;We weren't even dismissed when everyone started leaving and ignoring the councilors. HAHA. That was damn funny and cool. When about three quarters of the Sec 2s already leave &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt; the councilors say "Okay Sec 2s, You are dismissed."&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;Today was... blah.&lt;br /&gt;Had Drama mock exam. So freaking lame. My group actually got A- and we didn't even memorize or do a decent rehearsal.  Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;Had to stay back for NPCC. Not much la, just to arrange chairs for Sec 3 PTR. So damn tiring, carry chairs to and fro classes. My legs were all jittery after that, cause we were dragging the chairs which made those weird ... effects on the hall floor.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that met up with Umaga and Nabilah from 2e3. Went to NorthPoint then decided to go back to school to fetch my textbook which I needed for homework, when I realized that it's at home. Haha. Then me and maga hung around inside 2e3 classroom... mostly singing and dancing out butts off to Jonas Brothers. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Joe is SUCH a cutie.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's bout it.&lt;br /&gt;Need check for any new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D.Gray-man&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Full Metal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alchemist&lt;/span&gt; anime/manga chapter/episode.&lt;br /&gt;Nite, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-4087745530068359186?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4087745530068359186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=4087745530068359186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4087745530068359186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4087745530068359186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/03/yo_20.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-4926277796011827872</id><published>2008-03-17T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:06:12.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I. Am. Dead. Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually forgot that there's NPCC training tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Woooo!&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the stupid malay situational writing thing. And two periods of maths tomorrow. Man. I can cry from desperation for the next day to be over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;I'm, like, about to die from exhaustion, and the fact that there's still NPCC tomorrow's just... argh...&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to that 'Untitled' song by Simple Plan. The lyrics match my situation soo much....&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos... Today was the first day of school after the March hols! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Took shorter than I used to to tame my new hair. Like, wow man.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting happened today...&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I can't take this. I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;Nite, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-4926277796011827872?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4926277796011827872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=4926277796011827872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4926277796011827872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/4926277796011827872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/03/yo_17.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-7248630714679934654</id><published>2008-03-16T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:35:49.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo. Today... I decided to chiong my homework. And despite all that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;chiong-ing-thru-homework&lt;/span&gt;, I still have to do composition and math. How sad. I'mma do math tomorrow in school &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(copy from someone)&lt;/span&gt;, and compo... I'll just dream of a storyline. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'M SLEEPEEHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt; And I have no mood for, like, just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just stop this post here and go chiong more homework... wheeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Before that, I just wanted to declare that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;D.Gray-Man ROCKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-7248630714679934654?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7248630714679934654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=7248630714679934654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7248630714679934654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/7248630714679934654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/03/yo_16.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-6321920676977680063</id><published>2008-03-15T18:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:42:31.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had npcc training, which was incredibly stupid&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(like every other trainings)&lt;/span&gt;. Kena pump like shit. Actually, not SO bad la, but still bad. During drill practice, my squad was divided into three groups, and my group &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(group 2)&lt;/span&gt; just happened to get  the super lax guy. He, like, never pump us, never shout. But I would seriously rather him shout and pump us than keep doing '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sedia&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;senang diri&lt;/span&gt;' NON-frickin-STOP for bout 4 damn hours. And at the end of each hour, he'll give us 5 minutes water break. FIVE!! You know how bloody thankful I am for 5 minutes next to the water cooler &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(btw, water cooler was supah cold today)&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my sir kept doing that same drill over and over and over and over and over and ARGGGHHH!!!!! over again. We were, like, dancing or something. No. Seriously. It was a hot day&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(we were under the shelter at the foyer, but what the heck)&lt;/span&gt;, and I became disoriented, 'cos we were doing the same shit over and over and over and over again. I think I suddenly mixed up '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;kekanan lurus&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;senang diri&lt;/span&gt;' out of nowhere. Sigh. Oh yeah. And I actually freaking bothered to volunteer myself when my sir asked for a volunteer &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(gently)&lt;/span&gt;. And I raised my hand and I was like '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;...wait. What's happening?&lt;/span&gt;'. I'm just so lucky he didn't spot any mistake in my marching and '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sedia&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;senang diri&lt;/span&gt;'! -.- I entertained myself with listening to Rahimi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(is that how you spell his name, my fellow squadmates?)&lt;/span&gt; sir scream like shit to... I dunno... It was either to group 3 or the sec 1s... But hey, the sec 1s were having the time of their lives playing some game &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(WHICH my batch never got play during OUR time. wow. I make me sound old.)&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm. Whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;And also, senior's who've already graduated came by today. How fun. My group gave them shit for our drills. Sigh &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(again)&lt;/span&gt;. It was annoying you know. They kept commenting among themselves &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(you can consider that IF they hadn't been talking ...er... bad bout us so damn LOUD. Legs had been twitching with the urge to smash someone's face in with my boots) &lt;/span&gt;about us and crap.&lt;br /&gt;And the IC of my squad! rawr. Everytime talk to him, i feel the need to punch something. He's, like, so freaking blur la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(sorry man. didn't mean to bash on you like this. but I'm too pissed to be nice.)&lt;/span&gt;. Whee. I almost fainted during what was supposed to be the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;debrief&lt;/span&gt;' session, which turned out to be '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;time for you asswipes to pay for your mistakes. muahah&lt;/span&gt;' session. I'm not exactly what you call FIT, but I can handle 30++ girl push-ups. What I can't handle when my mental state's nowhere near stable &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(oOoOOoo puuurrrttyyyyy coollooouuurrrssss)&lt;/span&gt;, is 20 counts of EIGHT jumping jacks. Nearly went nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop ranting about how shitty npcc training was. I'm just soo glad it's over &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(tears of happiness)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. My biggest obsession at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FULL METAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ALCHEMIST&lt;/span&gt;!!! AHH!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;EDWARD ELRIC IS SO FREAKING ADORABLLLEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;And and and chapter 81 of the manga for Full Metal is out today! And it's FINALLY featuring Ed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(hadn't been showing him in the previous chap and the one before, I think)&lt;/span&gt;!! With his hair down! Making him look uber gorgeous and so. effing. CUTE! Haha. I go nuts for loveable male animated characters &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Sasuke isn't exactly what you call loveable...)&lt;/span&gt;. Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Chimeras are real! I mean, I know it's the name for a genetically combined creature of two animals &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(scientifically speaking)&lt;/span&gt; or a human or animal transmuted with another animal &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(alchemically speaking)&lt;/span&gt; but I never knew they actually existed!&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Tuna and tomatoes and veggie does NOT go with sparkling H-Two-O.&lt;br /&gt;Bye, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-6321920676977680063?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6321920676977680063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=6321920676977680063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/6321920676977680063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/6321920676977680063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/03/yo_15.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-5549495778122526422</id><published>2008-03-14T15:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:47:30.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo. Yes yes. I'm back. Yeah I bet most of you would be thinking '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I give her two months before she stops posting on this blog&lt;/span&gt;' or something like that. Hey, cut me some slack people. I kinda like this blog (like my previous one. And the one before that too.) I'd probably be posting shit in this blog, the usual rubbish. And, this is incredibly stupid, but I somehow accidentally deleted that Blogger NavBar thing which is always supposed to be at the top of the blog. Now it looks kinda funny. I'mma need help on that...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I have NPCC tomorrow! In the middle of a frickin' holiday! Whoop-dee-doo!&lt;br /&gt;And Darlyna's saying that she's not going 'cos she's at that stupid chalet. I mean, dude, she's always at the damn chalet during the hols. She wanna get kicked out of contingent her problem la. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;goddamn bitch thinks she's so smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Currently, I'm reading (or trying to) 'no easy answer: the truth behind death at Columbine'. It's a disturbing non-fiction book. ... No. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;'On April 20, 1999, Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris, two seniors at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado, shot to death twelve students and one teacher and wounded many others. It was the worst single act of murder at a school in U.S history...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book basically focuses on what could have caused or influenced these two boys to go around and shoot their schoolmates' guts off. Seriously, I think that, based on the book, everyone else has been bullied before and the adults haven't done anything about it. So it's not really a reason for the boys to just go and murder the other kids. Besides, one of those two boys, Dylan, had really nice parents (though it's a relief that he actually showed remorse when he told them he loved them and that they couldn't do anything bout it and that he was going to die after he shot the other students). There had already been many warning signs that led to Columbine many years before it happened. The part which really pissed me off was that the police force actually freaking stood there outside the damn school while those boys were firing at the students. And the police did absolutely nothing until a few hours AFTER the shooting, which resulted in a teacher bleeding to death when he could've been saved many hours before. ... Okay I'm not sure about the 'police did absolutely nothing until a few hours AFTER the shooting' part, but I'm pretty sure that the police did nothing WHILE the shooting was going on. And that teacher was saved AFTER the shooting was over, which is actually kinda stupid. And a few more people, victims who survived and the victims' families, some of them committed  suicide  because the memories from that day was too much for them. Eric and Dylan continued killing indirectly even after they shot their own heads off. In this story, the police are the bad guys (wow. that's new).&lt;br /&gt;... And I'm not done with this book so LAY OFF!&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos. ... Yeah this post is kinda long. I'm trying to fill up the page 'cos, like, it looks pretty dumb and plain with just the first post sitting there, isolated... alone.... you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you check out that book if you like contemporary affairs and true crime.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this is long enough...&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I'll just throw in a song for the cause of sadisticism (there's such a word?)&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this song (plus 'Heaven' by Dj Sammy) got (2e3) Hadi emo for about...&lt;br /&gt;4 days and still rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;'So Far Away'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" class="style1" &gt;       this is my life&lt;br /&gt;its not what it was   before&lt;br /&gt;all these feelings i've shared&lt;br /&gt;and these are my dreams&lt;br /&gt;that i'd   never lived before&lt;br /&gt;somebody shake me&lt;br /&gt;'cause i&lt;br /&gt;i must be   sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that we're here,&lt;br /&gt;it's so far   away&lt;br /&gt;all the struggle we thought was in vain&lt;br /&gt;all the mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;one life   contained&lt;br /&gt;they all finally start to go away&lt;br /&gt;now that we're here its so far   away&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like i can face the day i can forgive&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not ashamed   to be the person that i am today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my words&lt;br /&gt;that i've never   said before&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm doing okay&lt;br /&gt;and this is the smile&lt;br /&gt;that i've   never shown before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody shake me 'cause i&lt;br /&gt;i must be   sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;please don't   shake me&lt;br /&gt;afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;please don't shake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Kay. I think 'tis long 'nuff.&lt;br /&gt;Bye, yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-5549495778122526422?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5549495778122526422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=5549495778122526422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5549495778122526422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/5549495778122526422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/03/yo_14.html' title=''/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530934884448151216.post-8941202005945840371</id><published>2008-03-13T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:56:54.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo~</title><content type='html'>muahaha. me create new blog.&lt;br /&gt;got sick of the old one (cos it had a Naruto background. And i'm sick of Naruto, fell for FullMetal.)&lt;br /&gt;yeah I know it's a super random time to create another blog. like,  hello, it's the middle of frickin' march hols.&lt;br /&gt;but lo and behold! i shall embrace ya'll with my great-ness!!&lt;br /&gt;just as soon as I get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;nite, yo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530934884448151216-8941202005945840371?l=cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8941202005945840371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530934884448151216&amp;postID=8941202005945840371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/8941202005945840371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530934884448151216/posts/default/8941202005945840371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cottoncandyinyourface.blogspot.com/2008/03/yo.html' title='yo~'/><author><name>asyiqin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536247515000687479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
