<?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-15485816</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:43:12.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle the Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>My online Diary... Weee~
All my blogs b4 is the same. But none lasted long. Lets c my friends "pressure" can last mi longer.. Haha..
But this time, someting new, i gave my Diary a name; Candle. Sound so fairy tale; Candle wit Ken... Haha.
Hear from mi bah!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116291709727909615</id><published>2006-11-08T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:31:37.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PompPompPomp</title><content type='html'>Everytime i tok to her on MSN, i will feel ok.&lt;br /&gt;But guess wat,  today.. I tok to her on MSN. Because she change her display. I feel like she is looking at me. I got the POMP POMP POMP feeling in my heart.. I tink its the in love feeling bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i had a 3 in 1 meal again. Ppl tot i overslept, but they r wrong.. I woke up at 8.30am, but so lazy to walk out of my house.. So finally i had my first meal of the day at 6.30pm.. GEEZ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the peace baton project ting. Its was a regional project. We r given so little time to do so much ting. Today is the main comm meeting. We r given like end of today to do a breif outline of the event. By sunday(5 days time), we muz hand in a final proposal. 2wks time to set-up a booth in TP, SP, NP(if i'm not wrong)..  And 1mth for the arrival of the baton from Batam, indonasia.. SO RUSH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tats all for now.. I got to rush my proposal le.. ARGH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116291709727909615?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116291709727909615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116291709727909615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116291709727909615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116291709727909615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/11/pomppomppomp.html' title='PompPompPomp'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116289056906996186</id><published>2006-11-07T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:09:29.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nid the Cash, Nid the brain</title><content type='html'>SO fan...&lt;br /&gt;Dunno how she is.. didnt c her online recently.. Did She block mi? if she did, y? I already told her avoiding wun change how i feel for her.&lt;br /&gt;This week E-learning wk, no nid to go t skool.. WEEee.. But got the baton ting proposal to do.. So Rush, So Many Tings to Settle juz for tat.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, Y cant she juz forget and try again? or maybe she can let mi help her forgot.. DUNNO LAH... I SUX IN LOVE.. I DUN HAVE TALENT IN LOVE.. I HATE HIM STILL... NB!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116289056906996186?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116289056906996186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116289056906996186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116289056906996186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116289056906996186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/11/nid-cash-nid-brain.html' title='Nid the Cash, Nid the brain'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116223094559065270</id><published>2006-10-31T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T01:55:45.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz</title><content type='html'>Currently, i am so lost.. I got idea for new peom le, maybe this time will be a song..&lt;br /&gt;Title : An ocean of love&lt;br /&gt;My dreams r back.. All my dreams r happy dreams, so good if only they r real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink about wat i'm doing now and wat i'm going to do to get her back. For her good, i dun tink its a very good idea to stress her since she got many project on hand. And also, Mid-Sem Test coming soon. Dun wan her to affect her studies.&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting time.. Good moment to "strike".. From a song "If i told u the right words at the right time, you'll be mine". Its so true.. Till now, i still waiting for a chance bah.. My main focus is not to stress her out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its juz tat i sux i dealing wit love.. From another song "U left me because i have no talent in love"..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116223094559065270?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116223094559065270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116223094559065270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116223094559065270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116223094559065270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/haiz.html' title='Haiz'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116205903132468389</id><published>2006-10-29T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T02:10:31.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tesimonial To Christine(approved):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/10998155"&gt;Ken&lt;/a&gt;  26/10/2006&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you I knew it was love,&lt;br /&gt;you seemed like an Angel from up above.&lt;br /&gt;You were just standin' there lookin' so fine,&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to make you mine.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I saw you, my heart would melt,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you just how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;So I gave you a gift from my heart,&lt;br /&gt;hoping that you would give us a start.&lt;br /&gt;I told you exactly how I felt in side,&lt;br /&gt;my feelings for you I couldn't hide.&lt;br /&gt;But you never told me if you felt the same,&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure just what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just wanna yell and shout:&lt;br /&gt;You're all I ever think about.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you more than you'll ever know,&lt;br /&gt;but I should probably just let my feelings go.&lt;br /&gt;One day I hope we'll be together,&lt;br /&gt;even if I have to wait forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3216378&amp;action=deleteauthored&amp;amp;tid=1277454"&gt;Delete &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116205903132468389?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116205903132468389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116205903132468389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116205903132468389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116205903132468389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/tesimonial-to-christineapproved-ken.html' title=''/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116205876331351352</id><published>2006-10-29T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T02:06:03.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>WTF is wrong wit blogger nowadays? Server is hacked or virus attack? Its like so hard to update, so slow to load .&lt;br /&gt;001 java.net.ConnectException: Connection refusedblog/14/16/15/candlewitken/archives/2006_10_01_candlewitken_archive.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like... Anyway, my day is wasted. I slp for 19hrs from 5am to 12am.. LOLZ.. I dun believe my own eye when i woke up and c the clock.. Its like WOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116205876331351352?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116205876331351352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116205876331351352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116205876331351352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116205876331351352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116205827828325204</id><published>2006-10-29T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T02:00:23.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances?</title><content type='html'>My chances r like low.. I viewed her friendster bulletin.. There is like a chain bulletin putting ur current status on. I saw her as:&lt;br /&gt;21... Loving someone but don't know if fate will let you to be with him/her because currently he/she's faraway from you and not knowing if you will have the chance to be with him/her in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this, i tink she still cant forget him.. I HATE him.. Sigh.. Then i repost:&lt;br /&gt;22... Being in Love yet waiting for her to come tomi. Not knowing the outcome till days to come..SIGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like so shyt now.. Waiting is suffering. But i always believe when the "rain" is over, I will c the "sun".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116205827828325204?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116205827828325204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116205827828325204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116205827828325204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116205827828325204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/chances.html' title='Chances?'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116197410594938457</id><published>2006-10-28T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T02:35:05.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wormy</title><content type='html'>Wats wrong wit all the creepy crawlies wormy worms?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i took a bus to skool. Sitting at the top deck, the bus went past a tall tree. Guess wat. WHack!! The tree hit the bus and leaves came in.. I even felt some tings hitting my face. Dough not painful, yet it feel kind of wrong and gross. Wats more, i saw a worm on my hands!! WTF, its like so tiny, so cute. its less than 1mm or maybe ard there. I wonder how  a ger will react.&lt;br /&gt;After observing the worm for quite long, i filck it out of the window. **Poor Ting** Wonder where it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i saw a Centipede at home in the loo.. I was like WTFWTFWTF... Its only 2cm or shorter. I kill it without giving a second thought. Then i burn it to ensure it's death.. Wahaha.. I burn all the ticks survive whenever i find them on my doggy.. SO SHIok!! Especially the big female one, can hear the *pop* sound (it explode due to fire and the blood expansio).. SUK MY DOG'S BLOOD, U DESERVE TO DIE.. WAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Blog So Lame.. Can Juz Skip It =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116197410594938457?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116197410594938457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116197410594938457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116197410594938457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116197410594938457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/wormy.html' title='Wormy'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116197342931846335</id><published>2006-10-28T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T02:23:49.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying</title><content type='html'>Sigh, Its killing mi, i'm dying... Boredom, Loneliness and Questions in mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Halloween but it seems so DEAD... SG is sooo cold. No one is willing to "play" wit mi during halloween.. I wanna know some siao "ka-kee" so we can siao together. I wanna go clubbing, but no one wann go. None of my friends going. I juz wan some tings to put mi of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so badly. No one can understand =[ I am so willing to do anyting to get her back.. Sigh.. I feel so meaningless dong wat i am doing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116197342931846335?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116197342931846335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116197342931846335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116197342931846335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116197342931846335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/dying.html' title='Dying'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116183805521100903</id><published>2006-10-26T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:47:35.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a very hard day for mi, mentally. Christine is not online. My "devil" tell mi, call her, check her out.  Maybe she is waiting to tok to someone, maybe she is not feeling well. However, my "angel" tell mi, dun call her. She is busy wit her project, she end skool early, she is resting.. AHHHHHHhhhh... My head very "big"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, should have blogged yesterday to relieve myself. But abit too tired to concentrate. I read michy's blog yesterday. Got very attracted to a paragragh (read it twrice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If u find someone whom u tink u can spend ur life wit, dun hesitate. Be it quarrels or fight. As long as u know u r willing to stand by each other. Be true to ur heart..Do believe in true love because its the closest ting to magic we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Interesting? Sigh.. Wat is love? It make mankind suffer, but witout it, can we live? Should i call her? Does she still feel for mi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I got so much to write, so much to express.. Sigh.. 4896 (si bey gau lat) (very jialat).. Wat can i do? Should i juz wait and suffer in silence? I nid some enlightment. Or maybe she nid some too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116183805521100903?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116183805521100903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116183805521100903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116183805521100903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116183805521100903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/difficult-day.html' title='Difficult day'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116171747190204342</id><published>2006-10-25T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T03:17:51.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long will i have to wait?</title><content type='html'>So many lonely days have pass.. When will she understand mi? Sigh.. I really wonder whether should i open this blog to the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quote for her today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ҝ€πdily { No Words Can Change Mi From Waiting } says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Who can i turn to if the person that made mi cry is the only person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;who can bring smile to mi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ҝ€πdily { No Words Can Change Mi From Waiting } says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I could fill a thousand pages telling you how I felt and still you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; would not understand. How i wish you can be mi for a day. Then, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;will feel how i felt for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Juz wan you to know how deeply i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116171747190204342?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116171747190204342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116171747190204342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116171747190204342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116171747190204342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-long-will-i-have-to-wait.html' title='How long will i have to wait?'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116162320304663269</id><published>2006-10-24T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T01:06:43.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Awake</title><content type='html'>Life been so bored and meaningless till the day christine appear. Now, its seem like the end of the world for mi again. Today schedule is like waste, i woke by only by 8pm. I didnt even manage to c the sun ray.. I cant perform my daily routine as normal, someting is wrong, juz so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read michy's blog. She is having a similar problem with mi.. We r both waiting.. At least someone is with mi at the "bus stop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so meaninglass toking about my life because its so suxy and bored.. I feel so fuk up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116162320304663269?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116162320304663269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116162320304663269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116162320304663269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116162320304663269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-for-awake.html' title='Time for Awake'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116155092454376180</id><published>2006-10-23T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T05:14:23.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let bygone be bygone</title><content type='html'>I tink now christ really decided to put him behind her mind.. Sigh.. Poor Ger.. Poor mi.. Hate him..&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope time can cool her down fast then start ting anew.. Wonder how long will she nid. The worst ting might happen. Wat if when she is really again, she dun come to mi.. My wait will be wasted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;no&gt;[No Point Regreting Wat U Did, Regret Wat U Didnt Do]&lt;br /&gt;I decided to wait, so i wun regret. I believe my wait will be worthwhile. I wish for the best.. Pray hard.. God bless mi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116155092454376180?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116155092454376180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116155092454376180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116155092454376180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116155092454376180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/let-bygone-be-bygone.html' title='Let bygone be bygone'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116155049770464638</id><published>2006-10-23T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T04:54:57.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering......</title><content type='html'>I juz read christine's blog again.. i saw new updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink its old testimonial by him..&lt;br /&gt;_./'\._.**..**...**...*&lt;br /&gt;*. .* * 1o.o9.2oo4 * .*&lt;br /&gt;/.*.\ ..**.,.**..**&lt;br /&gt;I hate him.. He wanna hurt her again. Knowing Mi and christ together, he stepped in.. He wanna two time her. I hate him to the core.. Honestly speaking, i remember his looks (photo in friendster). If i got the chance to know him, he is gotta get it from mi.. Wat an ass.. Disgrace to all male.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116155049770464638?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116155049770464638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116155049770464638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116155049770464638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116155049770464638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/wondering.html' title='Wondering......'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116154911270944538</id><published>2006-10-23T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T04:31:52.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Bored</title><content type='html'>Today i am so so so bored.. Wanna call christ, but i fear i will affect her feelings. I really hope she will understand how much i feel for her.. I can say a thousand words , yet i dun tink any amount of the words can express my feel for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love her. Y cant juz ting go my way.. Where is the "Happily Ever After" adults used to tell mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am juz going to keep waiting. Waiting for her to clear her mind. Waiting for her to accept my love again.&lt;br /&gt;So many questions in mind. But only time have the answer.. Wish mi luk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116154911270944538?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116154911270944538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116154911270944538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116154911270944538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116154911270944538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-is-bored.html' title='Life is Bored'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116110986142323632</id><published>2006-10-18T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T02:31:01.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coma</title><content type='html'>I really hope to be in coma now.. Even better if i lost all my memories. I can talk to no one close about this. I dun wish to explain wat happen, i dun wish to answer any question for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, dayz passed, wks passed.. My mind juz can't stop going. Its like running an endless track. I keep c-ing her in my mind. Even in dreams.. It juz can't stop. I am suffering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ill again. But it seems like no one cares anymore. Knee hurting, tummy hurting, several cuts. But no one cares. I juz feel like crying but i can't. My heart is bleeding.. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can blame no one.. Maybe its juz tat i dun have the talent in love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116110986142323632?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116110986142323632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116110986142323632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116110986142323632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116110986142323632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/coma.html' title='Coma'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116110945561115390</id><published>2006-10-18T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T02:24:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plz Tell Mi Wat to Do</title><content type='html'>Dear, can I talk to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know something's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Things just ain't the same&lt;br /&gt;But deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;I know you still care&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;To get things back again&lt;br /&gt;The way they used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your words have meaning&lt;br /&gt;If you really care about me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why can't I find love in your heart&lt;br /&gt;If you are my lover&lt;br /&gt;Or come as a friend to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why would you turn away from my love&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do to make things right&lt;br /&gt;For love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to me girl&lt;br /&gt;If you know how I'm feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe,you wouldn't shut me&lt;br /&gt;out of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking for is a chance&lt;br /&gt;To let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know,with me is where you should be&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I’m willing to try&lt;br /&gt;Give anything for your love to be&lt;br /&gt;How can I make you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl you should know how I feel by now&lt;br /&gt;There are so many ways to love&lt;br /&gt;So just open your heart&lt;br /&gt;And I'll find a way&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking for is a chance&lt;br /&gt;To let me love you&lt;br /&gt;This is where you should be&lt;br /&gt;I need to know&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know how to make things right&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me what to do to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My Love, My Promise Will Always be Kept~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116110945561115390?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116110945561115390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116110945561115390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116110945561115390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116110945561115390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/plz-tell-mi-wat-to-do.html' title='Plz Tell Mi Wat to Do'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116110922014675221</id><published>2006-10-18T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T02:20:20.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses R Red</title><content type='html'>I Always Hear that&lt;br /&gt;"Roses are Red,&lt;br /&gt;Violents are Blue"&lt;br /&gt;But Blinded from Loneness&lt;br /&gt;Thought it's a Tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until You Stepped into my World&lt;br /&gt;Fixing my Heart&lt;br /&gt;Mended my Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my Senses Vitalize&lt;br /&gt;I Felt the World&lt;br /&gt;I Feel for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Moment I Fall&lt;br /&gt;Not Physical&lt;br /&gt;But into Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even till Now,&lt;br /&gt;With Every Word You Speaks&lt;br /&gt;With Every Moment We Contact&lt;br /&gt;I Juz Falls Deeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to Tell You&lt;br /&gt;No Matter how Time Passes&lt;br /&gt;Dunes will Always be in Deserts&lt;br /&gt;Waves will Always Stay in Sea&lt;br /&gt;My Heart Belongs to You&lt;br /&gt;And will Never Changed&lt;br /&gt;Like it Should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And till now, i will never change.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;~For : Christine Xie Chang Ming~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116110922014675221?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116110922014675221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116110922014675221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116110922014675221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116110922014675221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/roses-r-red.html' title='Roses R Red'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-116110886099435005</id><published>2006-10-18T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T02:14:21.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been so Long..</title><content type='html'>So long since i last blogged.. Very bored, very fan..&lt;br /&gt;I dun tink anyone can understand my situation now.. So Messed up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-116110886099435005?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/116110886099435005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=116110886099435005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116110886099435005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/116110886099435005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-so-long.html' title='Its been so Long..'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112948770621374570</id><published>2005-10-17T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T02:35:06.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>Since i am already in here, i roughly tok bout my holiday so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should enjoy it, but i am not. i cant playing witout putting every thoughts aside.&lt;br /&gt;I went to genting, then work, and shop... Genting maybe fun to my fellow friends, YY, TH, ChaSiew and Dor.. But not really to mi. But i am glad i met new friends.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, YY and TH got together. So happy for them. One Less Mr. Lonely around.&lt;br /&gt;I should have alot to say, by not in the mood. I miss her... :'( I even brought notebook to genting and update my daily doing. Sigh... Y life juz turn 180 degrees in this short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so frigthen tat i got forgotten. She sound so ficere to mi now.. :'( Anyway, i going le.&lt;br /&gt;I hereby Wish all Mr. Lonely good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Mr Lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had Nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For my Own~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112948770621374570?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112948770621374570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112948770621374570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112948770621374570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112948770621374570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/10/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112948709159425614</id><published>2005-10-17T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T02:24:51.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>I feel very sad, i feel very bored. I wan to forget, but juz cant. I got difficulty coping wit my life.&lt;br /&gt;If u know mi well enough, u will know wat i am toking bout. I feel very sad now. I wan to cry, I feel very lonely... :' (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112948709159425614?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112948709159425614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112948709159425614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112948709159425614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112948709159425614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/10/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112858504394519258</id><published>2005-10-06T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T16:15:26.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RoJar</title><content type='html'>Lalala... Many ting i wan to do, many tings i should do, some tings i should forget, others i should not. But can i obey? Some i cant, others i try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bapok nite&lt;/span&gt; is Fun. But i am a yr2, although last yr i didnt join, but i'm still yr 2. My team chose 3 piece of clothes, but only got 1 yr1. So fred try on the other but can't fit in, so its mi le. SHY and RELUCTANT, i went out. But after looking at the rest, i feel so comfort(i'm prettier as a Bapok). Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1435/320/DSC_6287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Choi rite. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going for a holiday wit friends. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; here i come. Actually quite reluctant to join. Firstly, very ex. Second, got ppl i dunno. Third, odd number (not i supertitions, but very add to book room). Lastly the timing, pay for 4 days, play for 2.5dayz only. Hope i enjoy it bah. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bon Voyage&lt;/span&gt; for mi...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1435/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hungry for Dnner&lt;/span&gt; - I wan to ask someone for dinner, but got no encourage. Fear of rejection, fear of being scolded, fear of encountering wit sadness. Maybe i try the 3rd person approach. Wish mi Luck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112858504394519258?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112858504394519258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112858504394519258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112858504394519258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112858504394519258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/10/rojar.html' title='RoJar'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112858464613900623</id><published>2005-10-06T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T15:44:06.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nightmares...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo.... Scarily, got few nites of nitemare le. Very scarily. They are so real.. Juz like those on TV... i will tell u 2 of them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) One morning, i woke up. I saw my room painted black and white (checkers). Woke up wit a shock, then i looked around. Suddenly a bearded big man appear, I asked him&lt;br /&gt;__"Y u paint my room black and white"&lt;br /&gt;__He reply "Its better for u to meditate"&lt;br /&gt;__"Meditate? i know nuts bout meditation" I said.&lt;br /&gt;__"There is a few types of meditation, Fire, Water, Wood..." He reply.&lt;br /&gt;Then in seconds, he vanished into thin air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I woke up wit a shock. Ppl say, wat  tink in the day, will appear in dreams at nite. But i know nothing bout meditation, so how i tink of it. Is tat wat u call a msg from god?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2) This happens last nite. A real horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;__I woke up at nite. Tried to turn, sometings pushing mi to the other side. I __was curious so tried to sit up. The ting is preventing mi to using some kind of __forces. I got scare, with my will, i stood up and look back. nothing was there. __I ran to the hall where my mom was. Tried to tell her wat i gone through. __Then the electricity got cutted. give all of us a fright. After some time, it __recover. I tried to tell again. Same ting happened. I sat down and pray, the __electricity came back. Frighten and panicking, my whole family retreated to __neighbours house. She got some god statues in her house. Tings got peaceful __for a moment, then suddenly, her electricity got cut. But the lights at the __"Guan Yin" were still on. So i walked to her and pray. Tings got back to __normal. Whenever i speak bout it, the electricity got cut. Still now, it still __give mi goosebumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So is this a msg. Were is it from if it is? Is this 2 related? Or it is my imagination from shows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other dreams are like wat i saw in the past, this includes scenes at MRT. Wat i wan. But the above it the more recent ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112858464613900623?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112858464613900623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112858464613900623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112858464613900623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112858464613900623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/10/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112789111157187246</id><published>2005-09-28T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T15:17:34.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam season</title><content type='html'>Exam is on... Very sad,very sian... It comes at the wrong time... haha&lt;br /&gt;Its ending soon. Left wit the last pp. Analog System.&lt;br /&gt;Throught this period, i got no mood to study. But till now still can get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very fan this period, got alot of tings in mind. Home, Study and ... Ya... Force myself to forget, but can't. If only tings can go back to the same. Happy mi will be back. HAha. Dunno Lah. FAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Someone seems to be ignoring mi. Very lost, dunno wat to do to clear this barrier. Help mi, anyone. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Exam : Holiday coming le. AFter exam, got a mth holiday to sort ting out. And planning a few programs for myself and friends. But dunno should open to Rovers not. SIgh... C how lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112789111157187246?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112789111157187246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112789111157187246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112789111157187246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112789111157187246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/09/exam-season.html' title='Exam season'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112702919109620122</id><published>2005-09-18T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T15:39:51.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Once we were Dreamer and dreamer we were, o, u and i... Wat a Lie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sigh, i wan to forget. But is there "wang qin shui"? I got forgetful, but still cant forget.. For the past 2 dayz, i had dream. In my dream, there she was. The scene was so familiar. The people was so familiar, actions too was familiar. It was us in the past. "Xin ping yao" use "xin yao lai yi".  How can i forget, wat can help mi. God... Anyway, may god bless her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yesterday, i did nothing. Today i havent do anyting. Juz dun feel like doing anyting. Got no mood to do, got no mood to tink. Everytime i start studing, i tink of how i study i the past. THE PAST THE PAST THE PAST. When can i forget it... PAST..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112702919109620122?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112702919109620122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112702919109620122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112702919109620122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112702919109620122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/09/dreamer.html' title='Dreamer'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112702857677052318</id><published>2005-09-16T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T15:30:13.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally day of sem1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hurray... SEM1 over... BOOooo... EXam start le...&lt;br /&gt;Project 2, my hard work had not gone to waste. Any waveform is shown.. Yeah, very glad bout tat. But its not so lucky for willy, his didnt show a ting, not even one LED light up. SAD Anyway, gd luck for exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;OB Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sian lor, Exam wk still muz work. bo bian lah, i worker only. For my dream, i muz work hard study hard pray hard. Haha.Cya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112702857677052318?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112702857677052318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112702857677052318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112702857677052318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112702857677052318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112702782145601749</id><published>2005-09-15T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T15:17:01.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BD Ger</title><content type='html'>Happy BD to U&lt;br /&gt;Today its Toony's BD. Wah~! Great Celebration... And a big bomb in my pocket. haha.. Very Glad to c everyone so happy again... Long time dun haf this kind of scene le.. Anyway, Toony(pig trotter), Daren(army man), Rane(fishy), YY(kettle), Willy(ru zhu), TH(panda) and lastly Ken-ga-roo. Had real fun today... Thax toony for the day and Thax everyone to get mi happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project 2..&lt;br /&gt;Work Work work... After the celebration, have to get back to work again... Nid to finish project 2.. sian... Willy joining mi for project 2... K le lah, back to serious work... Cya candle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112702782145601749?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112702782145601749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112702782145601749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112702782145601749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112702782145601749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/09/bd-ger.html' title='BD Ger'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112652327470538350</id><published>2005-09-12T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:07:54.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hate myself for loving you, Can't break free from the the things that you do. I wanna walk but I run back to you that's why. I hate myself for loving you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It feel like everything went hay-wire. I lose one, i lose all. First is wallet, then hp. Cant slp, cant wake up, cant cope. I am totally lost. Can anyone help. GOSH~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112652327470538350?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112652327470538350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112652327470538350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112652327470538350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112652327470538350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/09/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112643457852063904</id><published>2005-09-11T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:29:38.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish ppl</title><content type='html'>Sian. I lead them to mrt, told debbie to wait for mi at the gate there. Then i walk fast to outback to take leave. But guess wat, they didnt wait, someone lead them to MRT witout mi lor. Very angry le, very F lor. Who Cares... ANGRY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112643457852063904?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112643457852063904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112643457852063904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112643457852063904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112643457852063904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/09/selfish-ppl.html' title='Selfish ppl'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112643411870846717</id><published>2005-09-11T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:21:59.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 in 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After DOTA le, of course i rush home and slp lah. Then i overslp till 4, someone didnt call mi up. MY PROJECT~~~ nvm. Then i remember i am meeting Toony, YY, TH and also, next day is AHM le(Army Half Maronthon). Pack my bag for the run, then ruches down to meet Toony and YY le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Overnite beside S'pore River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reach there, HP low batt le. Very sian... Managed to find the place, but the rest at 7-11. So i headed to look for a power plug(to charge hp). Went in esplanade, charged for a while, then got caught by security. Haha, Who cares... After tat, i walk all the way to Clark Quay. C all i placing we went together b4, very sad... nothing to do, went back... They when for supper. KAOZ~ No one bother to call mi lor. Nvm, Jiang Fan and Benjamin was there, chio them go Marina play DOTA. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Play till 3, went back, everyone was asleep. So we slp. Haha. JiangFan and i dun manage to get a slp. I woke up too late the pervious day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;21K Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;These yr compared to last yr, lesser ppl, lesser water check point, lesser booth, better shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, i "hero" lah. Not feeling well still wanna run. First 4k, already stop 3times. feel like vomiting, headache, leg clump. All the illness step in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wat to do, i ENDURE~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, my timing is worst compare to last yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last yr = 2hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This yr = 2.33hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sianz hor.. Nvm, i tried my best for this yr. Good job Ken. Not Forgeting other, Good job ROVERS, Good Job Everyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112643411870846717?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112643411870846717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112643411870846717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112643411870846717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112643411870846717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/09/3-in-1.html' title='3 in 1'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112643271395043772</id><published>2005-09-10T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T17:58:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOTA Fever</title><content type='html'>Recently i am introduce to a game.. Multiplayer de. Quite addictive, last sunday was my first game wit steph, snow, 3ge and TH. Then today i am playing it again. SIAO~&lt;br /&gt;After work at around 12am, we headed for the LAN shop. By rite, the LAN shop closed at 3. But the shop keeper lock the door, then he and his friends join the game. Wah Lao, we play and play then finally we realise we miss the last NR(night rider bus) home. SUX...&lt;br /&gt;After realising tat, they said they will play till 5.40(starting time of MRT). Crazy mi join in. In the end, the LAN gaming session cost mi $13(1hr=$2, 6.5hrs=$13). KAOZ~&lt;br /&gt;Very Exp!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112643271395043772?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112643271395043772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112643271395043772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112643271395043772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112643271395043772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/09/dota-fever.html' title='DOTA Fever'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112593734442135888</id><published>2005-09-06T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:22:24.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugis day</title><content type='html'>Went to bugis today. Wit my gang, Toony the loony, TianHan- Willy's honey, Willy- TianHan's Dear, mi the innocent boi. Wan to buy a bag, but didnt really have the mood to shop. Spend most of the day toking bah. Had an ice-cream at mac, its new, had mocha flavoured one. Haha.. Play truth or death there. sound so Child, but we had fun. Friendz Forever~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112593734442135888?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112593734442135888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112593734442135888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112593734442135888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112593734442135888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/09/bugis-day.html' title='Bugis day'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112593701345893696</id><published>2005-09-03T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:16:53.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>udin</title><content type='html'>3 mega Ubin-ian&lt;br /&gt;Shhh... Dun tel anyone bout wat we know... HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;No lah nothing. Went to ubin today lor... Met at 10, then who's late this time round... Haha.. Breakfast then off to ubin... Seems like everyone were tired. All slept in the bus. Cycling all day lor... Nothing much. But help a NCC boi, he fell from his bike. Lucky i got my mini first-aid kit wit mi.. Weee~ Help someone, very happy.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the day, but someone didnt. Sighh... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112593701345893696?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112593701345893696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112593701345893696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112593701345893696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112593701345893696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/09/udin.html' title='udin'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112568042359880275</id><published>2005-09-03T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T01:01:17.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;New Shoe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got my first salary le. Haha... Guess how much... An incredible amount of S$90. Haha, Wat u expect for only working for 3 days... Anyway, $90 ya, brought a show wit it. The Skechers Sport shoe cost mi S$29.90. Cheap Rite... Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**whispering**-Its a ladies' Shoe. But look unisex and cheap, so brought it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;New Scar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Working got mi a few new scar on my hand. Poor mi. HAha. Somemore, i tink the fire in making mi darker(skin color). Wonder when my hair will be burned. One more ting, i juz realised tat my hand and elbow skin color it diferent. The cause is because i wear gloves when working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Staff Meal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gosh, the stuff meal is getting lousier and louiser as day passes by. Wait still 1 day i get sick of it, i will start eating ur PASTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Skool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Gems ended le. Happy yet sad. Happy because gems ended. Sad because mi and classmates juz got to know each other better and it only lasted for 1/2 a yr. I will miss all of u guys, not forgetting u, Patrica Yap, my teacher lah.. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112568042359880275?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112568042359880275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112568042359880275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112568042359880275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112568042359880275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/09/past-few-days.html' title='Past few days'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112533274621192965</id><published>2005-08-29T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:25:46.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Work Work Work &amp; Work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sigh, very sian... Seems like everyday i got to rush from skool to work. 1 wk four days, but this wk, yayat(kitchen manager) put mi on 5... Sigh, boring lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, today outback very slack, Nothing to do, so i tok cock sing song all day long... Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mood Swing X2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Monday Blue... today very bad mood, Got to skool, very tired. Slept in maths lecture,then my temper very short le, maybe affected by headache. Then reach outback, from sian, c the sence le, got very angry. Started scolding after seeing some oil spilt. Then after some hrs, got very happy and started "moonwalking", dancing on the oily floor. Haha... Funny mi  :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My class is shattering. Ask everyone to share and buy one present for JingHao. Some say expensive, others say they dun wan share. Wat the... They can spent $10 on Daniel's present, y cant they come out wit $3 this time. Angry ah...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;GOSH, TOMORO GOT TEST. FORGOT BOUT IT, BYEs~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ken-Ga-Roo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CHEERS~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112533274621192965?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112533274621192965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112533274621192965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112533274621192965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112533274621192965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/08/work-work.html' title='Work Work...'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112499950813419757</id><published>2005-08-26T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T03:51:48.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIe</title><content type='html'>This is the first time i feel like dying.. I feel very low, juz came home... Nothing seems to turn rite, nothing seems to work, no one seems to care... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112499950813419757?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112499950813419757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112499950813419757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112499950813419757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112499950813419757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/08/die.html' title='DIe'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112498853757581056</id><published>2005-08-26T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:48:57.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored, yet annoyed</title><content type='html'>Boring&lt;br /&gt;Work work and work... Very sian, after work no one tok to mi. Getting very tired of this life. Getting very restless recently also. Sorrie to all those tat i offended recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed..&lt;br /&gt;Y cant juz take nick is nick? Y take is so seriously?&lt;br /&gt;Boiling very nick, sigh.. Nick so harmful?&lt;br /&gt;Besides nick, i also very disappointed bout my friend, he keep bringing up my weakness. Wat the F. Wat are friends for. My trust in him is going down... Keep bringing it up, theatening mi wit it. I getting very tired over tat... PLZ STOP IT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112498853757581056?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112498853757581056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112498853757581056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112498853757581056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112498853757581056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/08/bored-yet-annoyed_112498853757581056.html' title='Bored, yet annoyed'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112473295669726926</id><published>2005-08-23T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T01:50:34.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Angry mi (\_/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today i went to OutBack wit JiuHuPanda... We sat there waited and waited for the Yayat. Finally he attend to him. Then he say kitchen enough ppl le... KNN~! Sooria ask him to come work on monday then YaYat tell him to go.. Wat the. Angry lor. Made mi very paiSeh yet angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nvm, today got touch by gay. Not a gay in fact, a bastard who touches everyone. Wah lao, i bend down to clean my stuff lor. Then he touch my back, from shoulder to waist. F...... Very angry wit him. Then after work, i found out tat he also touch MingHui(a kitchen fryer) today. He hit is PP.. Knn! If he hit my PP, he is going to pay for it... He also touch ger's butt, bah bah bah... Very angry wit tat "S-hole".. Work wit him ah, Sian... Hope he quit or get get sack soon.. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BLOOD..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wah lan a.. Today saw a scene tat i nearly made mi vomit my lunch. Vadi(kitchen prep work) was cutting swiss cheese wit a cheese cutting machine. Then he cut his finger... Wah Lao... The whole piece of meat came out. It was like a size of a peanut, fell on the table. Cursing and Swearing, he grab paper. The paper was soaked in seconds. Very frigtening..&lt;br /&gt;No one dare to clean the ting until the manager came and clean it wit BARE HANDS. Everyone was so stunned.. Later, he return from the hospital wit a bun on his finger. I found out tat he got the same incident 4 times le.. SCARY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Unlucky mi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went to outback like i mention above. Today is suppose to be off, then due to Vadi's incident. Sooria ask mi to work. Sian, no choice. Then got burnt 2 times and 2 cut. Got cut by the oily tongs, PAIN~.. Then carried on wit the pasta, then realise my blood was dripping le.. Ahh~ After got it wrap, i got another burn from the grill. Immediatly it turn waxy, sian. Next got another burn from the stove, got bubble now. Finally its time to clean up.. While cleaning, cut the back of my hand. Very unlucky lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today the prime minster of india came to outback.. HAHA..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken-Ga-Roo~!&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112473295669726926?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112473295669726926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112473295669726926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112473295669726926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112473295669726926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/08/accident.html' title='Accident'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112447401661662926</id><published>2005-08-20T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:08:28.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PC Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow~ Today BOIL... I sms, no reply at all.. Luckily i met Kenny or i will be waiting in skool till nite. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;Then nvm, thought of going to Ang Mo Kio walk walk buy some accessories for both HP and Mi. HAha, too engross in SMS till i miss stop. Forget bout Ang Mo Kio. Next, I decide to go orchard to meet YY and TH. Waited and Waited for TH, sms recieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;"Call Mi"&gt;&gt;&gt;... i started to boil. Then Again, &lt;&lt;&lt;"I tink i leaving le, my colleague sending mi home."&gt;&gt;&gt;. By the time, i got real annoyed. KNN... Opps. PS mi, mei you si guo ah.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Amazing ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guess wat i c, high class "chicken" at orchard... Tons of them... I wan to go "CrazyHorse", its free... Go c, no touch for mi. HAha.. Then got a Gay... His dress style is "sexy"... Imagine a black well-builded man, wearing small tight fit T-shirt, Super short and tight hot-pant. Can even c his erm.. Shape only... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DISGUSTING!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult Shop, haha. When in, then the sale ger start toking to mi bout the products. But her customer sex question and life. Haha.. I exit the shop after a while. Went back to the PC shop(juz next door, YY there) Then guess wat, YY realise the sale ger keep looking at mi... Scare my balls off, I hurried into the PC shop so i cant be seen. HAHA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;KEN-GA-ROO~!&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112447401661662926?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112447401661662926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112447401661662926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112447401661662926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112447401661662926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/08/pc-shop.html' title='PC Shop'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112447349756059844</id><published>2005-08-20T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:10:50.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Skool Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sian, dun say le. Sux, can't manage to go for project 2 again... Got an MC wit Willy. Then, "wat the toot", i do wrongly for my PBIL... SUX.. Went home to edit, then rushes to MRT tinking tat i can make it for GEMS class. Guess Wat, I left the edited work at home. F~! "Fly" home to get it, then rushes to skool. By the time i reach skool, GEMS over. SUAI ah~&lt;br /&gt;When through tons of trouble to make myself free for today dinner wit my GEMS' teammates. Then I reach skool, call them, they told mi only 2 out of 5 turn up for class. Out of the 2, 1 can't make it... GOSH~ Nothing seems to turn out smooth recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112447349756059844?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112447349756059844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112447349756059844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112447349756059844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112447349756059844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/08/friday-class.html' title='Friday Class'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112434696774598438</id><published>2005-08-18T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T14:36:07.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoilt Clock</title><content type='html'>Gosh, Yesterday i made up my mind so strongly tat i will go to school. But my clock juz dun wan to help, it has a screw loose and therefore the Ding Ding bell cant move. F...&lt;br /&gt;MicroController Tutorial, LogicDesign Tutorial and AnalogSystem Lecture... HolyShit...&lt;br /&gt;Still dun know my mark for MCT... Sian... Tomoro is the PBIL wk one le, the first wk accessment is 5pages full of "1" and "0". haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORO MUZ GO SKOOL... I CANT SKIP ANYMORE... HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working later but still waiting for the jiu hu panda to call mi.. Very sian..&lt;br /&gt;O ya, later go buy hp chain... My Tigger faded le, get 2, one for dear and one for mi.. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;May be blogging after work also, c how lah... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112434696774598438?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112434696774598438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112434696774598438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112434696774598438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112434696774598438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/08/spoilt-clock.html' title='Spoilt Clock'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112430413807812272</id><published>2005-08-18T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T02:45:07.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to OutBack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chocolate Thunder From Down Under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1435/320/Chocolate%20Thunder%20From%20Down%20Under.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT FOOD~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first day back to Outback Steak. Nothing really new, but there is a few new faces. First day back was very gd, had one steak.. HAHA~ Was offered the second one, but dun dare to accept. Then got a server (a male) said tat i was cute!!! Better stay my way out from him. Wahaha~! Alex the head of servers, rumours bout him being gaylish. But tok to him tat day finding him to be okie... Down to day 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Thunder Running~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No steak today:( But nvm, shhh... Dun tell ppl, i cook a chicken for myself... Wahaha! Ice-cream as usual.. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ya, Tian Han came for interview today... Bloody hell, he was late for it.. Anyway, he got in... Should i congrat him? Haha:D He is starting at monday. Hope he get used to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; kitchen life.&lt;br /&gt;For ur info, my station was the hottest of all. Shit... Unlucky mi. Hope i get changed soon, erm... To a fryer or dessert is gd. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112430413807812272?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112430413807812272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112430413807812272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112430413807812272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112430413807812272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-to-outback.html' title='Back to OutBack'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15485816.post-112421801624171316</id><published>2005-08-17T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T02:46:56.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Fever</title><content type='html'>Is my Blogging fever back?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno leh.. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pal ask mi to blog de, juz to plz him i created this blog... Maybe blogging also juz to keep memories... Dunno lah, C how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken-GA-ROO~!&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15485816-112421801624171316?l=candlewitken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/feeds/112421801624171316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15485816&amp;postID=112421801624171316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112421801624171316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15485816/posts/default/112421801624171316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candlewitken.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-fever.html' title='Blog Fever'/><author><name>Inncocent Little Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205699695471791082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
