<?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-26773201</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:13:55.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P0p-Ken-Di-Ad-dikt.stories.</title><subtitle type='html'>an addict of substance and delusions tortures.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115939383546620916</id><published>2006-09-28T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T05:50:36.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the night of sept 26</title><content type='html'>It was the &lt;strong&gt;23rd birthday&lt;/strong&gt; last Tuesday. and again, they threw a &lt;strong&gt;birthday party&lt;/strong&gt;. A &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'surprise'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; party. I saw it coming. But i was still surprised as the people that came, was a surprise faces.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with my uncle first at Cilantro. an alright one. but the set, portion was too little for me. lol. &lt;br /&gt;it was @65 bar. I came out from the car, saw Ethan. Said hi, and asked "why u wearing blazer?". "Happy Birthday ... " he replied. I just smiled. he opened the door. heard people just stopped chats. and whispering and then the most- so- played birthday song was so lourly played. i try to look who's in my party, damn there were a lot. i went rounds counter clock wise. from my schoolmate, college mates, club friends, collegues, chat , brothers, close, not too close friends were there. cant stop smiling, didnt plan too start crying. haahaa... &lt;-- ewww... &lt;br /&gt;at first i thought they re gonna do like an after party style. well, that came true only before they request me to sing a song. @65 is a karaoke/bar kinda style. so, i sang Belaian Jiwa. pergh... it was just too cool ! i mean, y'know. &lt;strong&gt;me + singing = elton john + celine dion&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;LOL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down the whole 2 days before my birthday. sad. depressed. after the surprise, it was great to know i still have what i have now. relationship between persons. energy that is created and being long lived and loved on &lt;strong&gt;friendship&lt;/strong&gt;. all the cards, presents i've received, means so much to me. some were funny, some were kinda cute :p, some were what i've been looking for, and definitely one, nearly made me tear. A journal and a pen, with a note in the card, &lt;strong&gt;"don't stop writing..."&lt;/strong&gt;...whoooishh... giler deep ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115939383546620916?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115939383546620916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115939383546620916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115939383546620916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115939383546620916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-night-of-sept-26.html' title='on the night of sept 26'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115917662872086103</id><published>2006-09-25T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T00:37:04.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drushed- ed !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;25 Sept 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are beginning to wonder whether you ought to kick up more of a fuss. Are you being too relaxed? Are you allowing someone to get away with something unacceptable? Should you force a showdown or lodge a vociferous protest? The idea is tempting. And the need is great. Some gesture clearly has to be made. So make it. Communicate your complaint. And then watch what happens next as a genie finally comes right out of its bottle and starts granting wishes left right and centre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all he wants is to talk to u&lt;br /&gt;all he is getting is a mock by u &lt;br /&gt;all he will do &lt;br /&gt;silence. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115917662872086103?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115917662872086103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115917662872086103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115917662872086103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115917662872086103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/drushed-ed.html' title='drushed- ed !!!'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115876147199715357</id><published>2006-09-20T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:11:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 09 2006</title><content type='html'>It has been a very tiring day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up 7am, breakfast with my mum, she was eating breakfast mainly. i only had like a piece of bread and orange juice. stomach ache !!! hehe. left to office at 9am, i was bloody shock to come to a traffic jam right after batu 3 toll. seriously, like 7 metres away from toll booth. dayum... stuck there for 45mins, before i head to NKVE through Subang exit. Nasib baik no traffic dah. &lt;br /&gt;Had lots of problems with my webmaster for the club website. ding dong - ing for whole day, settled everything by 7pm. Then, had meeting with the team. and we actually just finish 20mins ago. its 10pm now ... hungry like madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ard 5 just now was chatting with a very dear friend to me. whoa... i was like crapping shit loads of words to him. but its all good. he's a good listener. yes.. i ve not yet recover from my emo holes. goddamnit !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so tense after chatting ... as if i dont feel stress. yes, not as much, but thinking u are not with me, but ... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating so much chicken now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115876147199715357?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115876147199715357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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ppl around me that sometimes it sucks for i cant tell what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it felt like crap that i have to pretend that " yeah, i'm fine with u being his buddies". damn. wish i can just tell u how i really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the office now, freezing to death. a fried just ping me in MSN and sent me their Singapore trip. sigh... boleh pulak send me the pics with the person i am trying not to talk too anymore. i dont think my friend knew the real juice of our beef. but hey, be sensitive la cibai... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marah plak nih. &lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, plan to go dinner with Kurt. mane pulak nak bawak malam nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/Cosmic-02_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/Cosmic-02_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115851284450910343</id><published>2006-09-18T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:07:24.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll never be in my shoe.</title><content type='html'>you.&lt;br /&gt;The only person I have love for the whole of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Has hurt me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would gaze the star if i can&lt;br /&gt;I would hold my breath to held u back&lt;br /&gt;I would bleed to silence so u can hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love that was too strong&lt;br /&gt;Can be decived by the words of u have not spoken&lt;br /&gt;Never did I try to hurt or meant to hurt&lt;br /&gt;Ask yrself if u would be in my shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying the words of love means nothing sometimes&lt;br /&gt;when it comes from u its seems so scurvy&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it but u made me do it&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me here alone, at times when i need so much from a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the lies, I can forget&lt;br /&gt;I have been draining it out, have u ever see it ?&lt;br /&gt;WHen to think i am set aside to nights of silence&lt;br /&gt;There is somebody else in my side of bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no poem nor ryhmes to tell&lt;br /&gt;just me being honest at times of distress&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be here to tell the tale&lt;br /&gt;I love u too much, i dont mind being killed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115851284450910343?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115851284450910343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115851284450910343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115851284450910343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115851284450910343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/youll-never-be-in-my-shoe.html' title='you&apos;ll never be in my shoe.'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115822926056710190</id><published>2006-09-14T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T18:21:54.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I want to do at this moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;1813 hrs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cut myself so I can feel&lt;br /&gt;- bleed the demons out&lt;br /&gt;- slam my laptop&lt;br /&gt;- scold that person. with cursives vulgarity angry words&lt;br /&gt;- throw my phone off&lt;br /&gt;- go home&lt;br /&gt;- get wasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115822926056710190?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115822926056710190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115822926056710190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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choose pictures. ai... so many pictures, i got confused with the folders and files. haha.&lt;br /&gt;later at night i ll arrange my folders. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115821322139616261?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115821322139616261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115821322139616261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115821322139616261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115821322139616261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/too-day.html' title='too-day.'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115814526153686846</id><published>2006-09-13T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:01:01.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forwarded message&lt;+6012###8### &gt;: "love u"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u can lie as much. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was thinking of stop writing. but the fact is, i cant stop. the weirdest thing sometimes, it turns out sadistically or even sound suicidal. ugh... me not like that! haha. well, maybe sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;a friend told me once to look inside, where does these things comes from ?&lt;br /&gt;to tell u the truth, it comes from one medium. the one medium that had turned my life into another parallel world. someone that i wish to be, and yet cant be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been back to my old self. back when i just finish school. confused and playing with 'issues' that is just not there. trying to cope with everything all at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*susah sial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is the day i deleted another blog. where i have been posting my frustration, my hearts, my love, and diplay item of my scenic life. its just so hard there. ppl try to act be nice to u. its fine yeah . . . but the 'TRY' part... that sucks. I know some are sincere, but i guess, the 'some other' makes it heart aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today also, i have find out one good reason to behave in a manner of &lt;strong&gt;'me-right-now'&lt;/strong&gt;. i love and be loved. i love and be loved again. 2 loves. and i get one back with deepest sincerity. as another just trying to fades away. wish i have the answer of such behaviour. mentally exhausted, i still want to write abt it. darn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get a grip. but i wish,i wont have to that. its getting tiring all of a sudden. usually, i can just go KLCC, or megamall, and start buying stuff. shop and eat till i feel alright. and if lucky, cried it out. yeah. i cry. boohoo me. &lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;today &lt;/strong&gt; when &lt;strong&gt;i found out another thing (again),&lt;/strong&gt; i was stumped. thats the reason of deleting the other blog. i was in total awe. shocked cant replace the word. blatantly thinking of what i have done to receive such things. yeah. stupid phrase. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"what have i done?!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;--fucked up dumb-ed line. nah... its what i have not do yet. maybe not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have touched both with my heart. now. i feel like ripping it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nak mencarut gile rasa nih!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115814526153686846?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115814526153686846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115814526153686846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115814526153686846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115814526153686846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/forwarded-message-love-u.html' title='forwarded message&lt;+6012###8### &gt;: &quot;love u&quot;'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115649983936868694</id><published>2006-08-25T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T17:57:19.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 august 2006</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since i last update here. tried a new blog space. didnt like it. its connected to yr friends directly, and everyone have the tendency to comment on what ever i wrote, what ever that is yr feel like. or even, will ask u back, "wtf does that mean.?". lets just put it in this one simple way... if u dont understand, buzz off ! easy aint it ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped writing. maybe permanently, maybe just for this fucked up period that i am in agony of now. and it is sooo freaking fucked up that i cant cross it over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bodoni... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedey sial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115649983936868694?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115649983936868694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115649983936868694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115649983936868694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115649983936868694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/25-august-2006.html' title='25 august 2006'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115533128722406979</id><published>2006-08-12T05:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T05:21:40.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.</title><content type='html'>12 August&lt;br /&gt;0516 hrs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"when we sleep.&lt;br /&gt;darkness springs and swirly.&lt;br /&gt;all u need. &lt;br /&gt;you can find it in me.&lt;br /&gt;stay with me. &lt;br /&gt;i have my heart surrenders.&lt;br /&gt;comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;as i fall apart. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115533128722406979?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115533128722406979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115533128722406979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115533128722406979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115533128722406979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/bored.html' title='bored.'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115520749953087868</id><published>2006-08-10T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T18:58:19.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking The Pick in Life.</title><content type='html'>Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one call changes my weekend totally. being totally fucked up from Friday did help me talk to my friend. he was in some deep depression mode. Caused by. that thing called relationship. no crying session. just bla bla abt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had tea. jugs of tea. just to drown everything and skipped topic as fast as we can gulp our teas. just so he can let go. and yet, i dont want him to let go. he s been letting go too much. just for once i want him stand tall and be proud and get back the love that he wanted to have. its difficult, of course ! if its easy, i dont think my parents with divorce kan. haha. jahat sial jap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its thursday, things changed. they re friends now. i hope it will be  more soon. as i will always hope to myself too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115520749953087868?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115520749953087868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115520749953087868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115520749953087868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115520749953087868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/picking-pick-in-life.html' title='Picking The Pick in Life.'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115436162333466699</id><published>2006-07-31T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:08:04.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not another blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paiseh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of what people might call nonsense. Just when u wanted to create something great our of yr life, something just gots to make it hard to achive. better yet, making it dissappear from the sense of hope. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blab today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boring jap. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was written an hour before i read a blog from Sg. &lt;br /&gt;Now. I feel numbed. &lt;br /&gt;How life can be so short for some of us. &lt;br /&gt;That love can be the source to carry on living.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for u, Docile. &lt;br /&gt;rest in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115436162333466699?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115436162333466699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115436162333466699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115436162333466699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115436162333466699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-not-another-blog.html' title='Its not another blog.'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115415631662544898</id><published>2006-07-29T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T14:58:36.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Run ! u dumb- ass.</title><content type='html'>whoa.&lt;br /&gt;Was at a friends' birthday party. It was a good one.&lt;br /&gt;acquaintanceship is something that i need right now. i guess friends does that better ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Andy. and wish u have a great days and years to come with lots of moments to cherish. with me too ! warkakakakhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i just can't get over the facts in the newspaper today. weekend Mail (MalayMail.Saturday-Sunday ed.) Front Page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOG-WASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCLUSIVE SURVEY REVEALS MALAYSIAN BLOGGERS TALK BOLLOCKS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what ?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, u want informations. go google la right? u want to have surveys, or there's a server that does that. so people talk (type) nonsenses, talk abt their daily lives, talk abt things that s in their heads. so let it be. and by doing a 'survey' on malaysian blogs, does that sells yr newpaper better? no way !!! hahaha. unless ur doing the cover story for Datuk K and cik Siti. hahaha. damn the media. ( i mean, some of them) i love more of the media now. ceh...&lt;br /&gt;i read the article on this blog-wash thing-ie. lazy to comment or write anything abt it. nuisance. And miss Najiah, Mariah, Nur Azwa &lt;-- the writer of the article. Go do a blog and blab abt it ! losers. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;= If the government gonna control blogg-ing, there's something wrong with the system =&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1050507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1050507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brandon-andy-yrstruly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115415631662544898?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115415631662544898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115415631662544898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115415631662544898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115415631662544898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/let-it-run-u-dumb-ass.html' title='Let It Run ! u dumb- ass.'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115399390929431792</id><published>2006-07-27T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:51:49.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngok !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I love Hip Hop music, But I dont Go Clubs" - quoted from **** from ************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why.&lt;br /&gt;why do when i go to hip hop nights at clubs. i see all these kids jumping and grinding around like their some mofo shuvvings in some sort of hell like masses. seriously, where is all the people that really enjoy clubbing on a hip hop sounds.&lt;br /&gt;i see all these hip hop scene faces in town, in Maison, just sit there and look bored. literally look bored. is it because of the music? damn. music was good. damn bloody good. when i go Ghetto Heaven its more commercial.&lt;br /&gt;people compare. zouk and maison. maison is much better in music direction. Of course. cause we are clubbers ourselves. but then, come to think abt the so-called-in-the-scene-crew, they dont even dance or look fun. pardon me, they dont look like they re having fun. wtf !?&lt;br /&gt;seriously the perception of the clubbers in Malaysia kinda sucky lately. really sucky.&lt;br /&gt;i love hip hop nights at club. its where u dress like mad ! like wht u see on tv, but! if u wear things like that, people will start to look u wth an eye and says 'Freaking Posers!!!'. oi, if we.them.me. are a poser, what that makes u ?! dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;hip hop clubbers in Malaysia sucks.&lt;br /&gt;mind u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115399390929431792?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115399390929431792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115399390929431792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115399390929431792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115399390929431792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/ngok.html' title='Ngok !!!'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115386247172436767</id><published>2006-07-26T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T05:21:11.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence.Is.My.Crutch. ?</title><content type='html'>today.&lt;br /&gt;definitely one tough story to crack and to be told. the plan to tell out the truth, burst itself and swallowed me back into the black hole. I am too dumb-ed by the situation that for a moment, i was in total speecless reactions. never i thought of losing myself like that.&lt;br /&gt;never meant to hurt. i never mean to make others un happy. this is the promise that i have told myself to keep. and today, i break it. again.&lt;br /&gt;2 persons. i made them un happy. it hurts. badly.&lt;br /&gt;worried abt myself is no longer an issue. It is just that now, i am totally lost in how to make things right again.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;i am really hating myself now. just for once, i could just speak up. and tell how i really felt. didnt work out. i dont think it would work out at all. and seems like by being quiet, wasnt a good idea. it makes it out more. in sense of hate and love and also contradictary.&lt;br /&gt;I choose love. as that is all i can give.&lt;br /&gt;and that is all i know how to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abuser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115386247172436767?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115386247172436767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115386247172436767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115386247172436767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115386247172436767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/silenceismycrutch.html' title='Silence.Is.My.Crutch. ?'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115376442745574699</id><published>2006-07-25T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T02:07:07.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" sometimes. I can be a jerk "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the last word i said on msn msgr today.  a friend told me off. before that, Edlin scolded me because I didnt call her when I was in Sg. and she said, i have a huge problem with my f-ing attitude. before that, my family (just one person,cant disclose :p) said i sometimes can be very selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologise to all. freaking idiotic unsensitive bastard of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115376442745574699?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115376442745574699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115376442745574699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115376442745574699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115376442745574699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-day.html' title='what a day. . .'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115323931905623025</id><published>2006-07-18T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:15:19.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F*** Me, I'm Famous ! ya dig !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;= She told me she's lonely. She said she wants to kiss me. She said she misses me. But she forgot, exactly 4 weeks ago, she introduce me with her boyfriend.&lt;/strong&gt; =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/imfamous.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/imfamous.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so this ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;lol&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at work was confusing. lots of issues going around and I seems to be lost and cant grab a hold of myself. I dont know why, lately my mind has been not focus in anything. all i could think of most of the time is weekend. the 2 days where i can go out and party, or at least stay home, blast my dance collection and surf the net. yeah, it does sounds boring, and typical, but hey, i am some how a loner when it comes to having fun. but good friends are always appreciated. and i guess, i have few great friends i can associate with easily without getting all jacked up or upset. cause they seem to just &lt;em&gt;layan&lt;/em&gt; me without making much noise. well some do, but what are friends for :p&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading lots of other peoples blog and some are interesting while some are just plain boring. but to think of it, lots of it are trying to be someone else beside themselves. just some, or maybe a few. with postings of like I-wannabe-a-biatch look, or Hey-I-am-emo-as-a-fuck-can be look. i try not to be like that. as i am a loner (in certain ways), but i guess, its me.&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone all the time is fun and great to get emotional breakdown. i have my own source of letting go. and trust me, im doing it in a not good way. kinda fucked up thinking abt it.&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah. this is my boo-hoo session.&lt;br /&gt;dont like it ?&lt;br /&gt;make me write something worth to read !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-disregard me even u know I am just so fucking twisted in a cool way-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115323931905623025?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115323931905623025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115323931905623025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115323931905623025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115323931905623025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/f-me-im-famous-ya-dig_18.html' title='F*** Me, I&apos;m Famous ! ya dig !'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115307888114996817</id><published>2006-07-17T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T03:41:21.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Singapore Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am so good in faking happy face so others can be happy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Quote from LuQ at a bar in Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend this time was a dramatic mellow-ie up and down emotional ego fragile days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*pictures !!!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MoS Pee Stand Reminder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tak best giler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1050261_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1050261_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MoS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1050255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1050255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Party People&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1050258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1050258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1050278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1050278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1050281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1050281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like WTF ?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1050294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1050294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1050315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1050315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115307888114996817?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115307888114996817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115307888114996817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115307888114996817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115307888114996817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-singapore-weekend.html' title='My Singapore Weekend.'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-115263851308016370</id><published>2006-07-12T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T01:21:53.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a come back blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;too long of no updates.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh. &lt;br /&gt;busy with work, issues come up, and i guess best explanation is...plain dumb-ed fucking lazy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, my karma has been hay-wire. things that i am doing, either turns chaotic, or plain normally done. diss the plain normally done. i wanna write abt the  'chaotic' parts of it. car broke down, accident again. darn. clubbing is no more fun for me. can u imagine that ?!!! goodness i m whacked. i rather stay home, and blast my speaker and drink till i m out. wake up, un-soberly . . .thinking of what to do next &lt;--- this is on holiday aight. so i still go office normally :p&lt;br /&gt;Now, i feel like i m forgetting or losing the memories of what happened few weeks back. I dont think i can write anything now. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;so, as normal... pictures tells more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040929.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/wlly-me-bobby.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/wlly-me-bobby.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/DSC_0096.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/DSC_0096.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1050092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1050092.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/DSC02272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/DSC02272.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1050136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1050136.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-115263851308016370?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115263851308016370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=115263851308016370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115263851308016370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/115263851308016370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/come-back-blog.html' title='a come back blog'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114928008626158969</id><published>2006-06-03T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T04:28:06.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the boring blog of me</title><content type='html'>I need somebody to confort me, and i can only think of one person. wish to hold ! wanting a hug ! haha ... &lt;--- emo sial !!!&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i was fuck tired. but it was a fun night. Donny came !!! haha. coudnt really hang out wth u bro, i was with a bunch of friends that was just screwing themself up with the drinks. &lt;br /&gt;not really much to say now, as my night was sure a great one. &lt;br /&gt;so yeah, party at MAISON and everything just turns to fun ! haha . no shit dow !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114928008626158969?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114928008626158969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114928008626158969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114928008626158969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114928008626158969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/boring-blog-of-me.html' title='the boring blog of me'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114900428201462585</id><published>2006-05-30T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:51:22.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfaithful ... not me   !!   *_*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;chorus ;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;And it kills him inside&lt;br /&gt;To know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;br /&gt;I can see him dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be...&lt;br /&gt;A murderer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;end chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful &lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt; Rihanna &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chorus is just twisted. and I like it. the song is beautiful. but i cant sing this to anyone, i am not that kind of person. haha... &lt;--- poyo giler. &lt;br /&gt;but seriously, for the person who wrote this track must've been a bastard or a bitch that just think of how fucked up he/she is doing to a person's love. but at least, it s an honest lyrics and words. I saw the video clip, damn ... Rihanna was so damn hot, and the VC does tell the story of the track well. &lt;br /&gt;why cant local ppl do this? hurm... one reason i got, their camera is expensive ! reasons are always reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/vibe01full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/vibe01full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I screwed up at work. No mood to talk abt it. so i went KLCC, paid my phone bills, had dinner at California Pizza Kitchen, alone... and thinking again. damn... i guess i do think too much. But I guess, eating alone, does gives u the time to think. and watch other people eat, and chat, the loneliness just fades away. good ! after that, walked to Tower Records, and get the Rihanna CD. great tracks inside. but for sure now, Unfaithful is the no 1 list in my car :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114900428201462585?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114900428201462585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114900428201462585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114900428201462585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114900428201462585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/unfaithful-not-me.html' title='Unfaithful ... not me   !!   *_*'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114882197389973168</id><published>2006-05-28T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:12:53.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduate. UiTM Shah Alam</title><content type='html'>Today, I graduate. convocation. Rhobes. Mortar. Go up stage and take the empty scroll. walk carefully so i wont trip walking on stage. and shake hand wth the chanselor, and walk down. sit. &lt;br /&gt;Woke up late, ard 10am, breakfast, chit chat with my mum, and then, Dosh called. "Oi gemok, i ll be there in an hour. Cepat sikit tau". he picked me up. and yes, I am never late. He is. the one hour, turns to be ONE AND A HALF HOUR !!! we re late. but its ok. we re 'late bloomers'. hahaha. 1 year Extenders !!! damn ... Engineering is not that easy aight ! :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Electrical Engineering, major in Power Electrical System. EE112. UiTM. Shah Alam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah grad !!! best nye ... bump into some classmates, took some pictures, and very few. damn. sedey jer. my parents were rushing to send my sister back to UIA. it was late, yeah. but manage to snap a few. I never thought i would come to my grad day, but i did. and i am glad i did. ^_^  &lt;br /&gt;the Pro Chanselor did gave a very high spirit speech. and i found out, he only did that only to us (Engineering Faculty).Other facs, he just say few words. i respect him ; Yang Berbahagia Tan Sri Datuk Wira Abdul Rahman Arshad. One of those politician and lecturer that is just filled with words of wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;I did look for my lecturers, none to be seen. maybe they re busy. or yet, lazy. haha. especially, Prof Madya Tuan Haji Ishak. the famous Power System lecturer that failed me, so i can be 'extender' ! but he s good. i wish to see him one day, and thank him. ( ye ye je nih ) :p &lt;br /&gt;Ok. Tonight, to the club. or maybe, to Hartamas. Lepak sampai lebam.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pictures &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040601.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thats' the always late Mr dosh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040608.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the famous, UiTMs' own Dewan Sri Budiman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040604.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the line w/ Is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040607.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en Halim :p &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;budak civil nih.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040610.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my classmates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040614.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The great &lt;strong&gt;Tom&lt;/strong&gt; Harry :p &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040623.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isma &amp; Me (behind; my second, second cousin) haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040624.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donut &amp; Me %_% &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040626.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040626.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040630.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040632.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040640.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the ceremony-UiTM McD- lol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114882197389973168?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114882197389973168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114882197389973168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114882197389973168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114882197389973168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/graduate-uitm-shah-alam.html' title='Graduate. UiTM Shah Alam'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114867961963651469</id><published>2006-05-27T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T14:11:57.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of un-blogg-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Its May 27th, 0504hrs&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I just got back home from a 'hang out' with bunch of he good friends one can have :p . yeah... good friends. been there last time, been here now, will be there forever &lt;em&gt;(one can only wish). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch 'The Davinci Code'. Brilliant!!! &lt;em&gt;[wonder why ppl say its boring?!!!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt read the book, but watching it, it does gives a creep on the spine. the script is pretty good, and settings, wow!!! ... c'mon, Paris, London, and art gallery put together, damn... ! &lt;br /&gt;My take on it; mind boggling and disturbed inner side for the weak heart. it just gives u room to think abt possibilities in life. the truth that can always betrayed by one, one solid fact and the trust can just be broken and left alone to be thought and digest abt. kinda weird. It somehow gives hope for opportunity to lie and create beyond imaginative mind. still weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. 20 days of silence [un-blogg-ines], lots has happen. I realise that i m in love, i m true, and i m in denial. but that would be only in my poetry in &lt;a href="http://chubbyluq.multiply.com/journal"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. hehee. yeah, this blog site suppose to be the 'happy ones'. but i did torment it already. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went Redang last weekend, left on 19th May 0030hrs, and arrived at the jetty at abt 0830hrs. before that, ate at this stall in Kuala Terengganu, nasi dagang... definitely not a breakfast meal for me !!! and so, we hit the boat, and rock it !!! hahaha... great boat ride. i dived that afternoon, with 2 good friends of mine, and a Scottish boy,my friends' new bf, they stayed in Coral Redang &lt;em&gt;(nice place, expensive. my gang were 20 of us, we stayed in Redang Holiday).&lt;/em&gt;it was a whole ball of fun and sarcasm was on the air for the whole trip. bitching and cursing is part of the itenerary. haha. &lt;br /&gt;Fun, fun, fun, bar bar bar, sing sing sing, swim swim swim, and we head back KL on Sunday. Ate a lot along the way back. and again, its just fun fun fun, and cursing also singing thru our 'talkie talkie' &lt;-- (as Shida would put it :p).&lt;br /&gt;i m lazy to give details, its 530 am already now. and i m just gonna post few pics here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, will be another great day. lets wish and pray it would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040080.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040329.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040187.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040445.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040485.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040385.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040495.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1040563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1040563.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114867961963651469?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114867961963651469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114867961963651469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114867961963651469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114867961963651469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/20-days-of-un-blogg-ing.html' title='20 Days of un-blogg-ing'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114719563392486798</id><published>2006-05-10T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T01:27:14.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 7 - Mr Essvar birthday $_$</title><content type='html'>last saturday was Esh's Birthday. great fun, he got drunk ( he s not that Indian after all ), and we went home. at least some of us went home :p.&lt;br /&gt;For me, Kem drove me to Subang, I went somewhere else after that. Thats' when it got messy. Our conversations keep on blaming each other. but this is another story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I bought him a clock, nice looking one. but he said it looks femme. Bodo je. but its nice !!! haha. me and Kem arrived late, it rained, no... it was thunderstorm ! so arrived at Maison abt 1240am. They didnt really drink yet. Esh, was there. birthday boy was wearing his balck 'cool' jacket, and Ninie, Amy, Aid and few girls were there as well. So, i start to order drinks ... haha... first on the menu, Flaming Lambo, followed by a huge Sex on the Beach, and the second Flaming Lambo, and one shot of Around the world. Came Jo, one bottle Dewars... we drank.. a lot. so, one more bottle of dewars, hehe... contributed by yours truly! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... good fun, great time only at Maison :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030721.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030701.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030769.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114719563392486798?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114719563392486798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114719563392486798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114719563392486798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114719563392486798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-7-mr-essvar-birthday.html' title='May 7 - Mr Essvar birthday $_$'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114710645850872024</id><published>2006-05-09T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T01:08:01.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demented Issues</title><content type='html'>Dear heart, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we have done it again. I ve shattered u in million pieces, and I guess now, u ll just bleed. Its not meant to be that way, but I am still praying that one day, I can help to put back the pieces in one again. &lt;br /&gt;I know it has been too long since I came down and visit u, but do understand, I can no longer be the same person who always took care for u, who pamper u, and give u all the world can give. U have to be strong from now. Let brain knows ur stonger, tell eyes that draining cheek is no longer possible, because... u have become stronger. Even with a broken heart, I am sure u can pull it through. &lt;br /&gt;Alas all those memories u have, just dump it out. Dont keep anymore. Its not good for you. I know its aching to see someone u love keep on *sigh... Im sorry heart. I wont say it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I am truly sorry. I wish u will take the beat as a strong heart from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/sig0008_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/sig0008_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114710645850872024?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114710645850872024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114710645850872024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114710645850872024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114710645850872024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/demented-issues.html' title='Demented Issues'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114668663603053071</id><published>2006-05-04T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T04:03:56.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn the damned child</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I think too much&lt;/strong&gt;. How i wish memory can be uploaded to a device and deleted temporarily so my mind can work as normal. yeah yeah ... *boohoo... pity the boy with a brain that think too fucking much. damn. &lt;br /&gt;LATER LA !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114668663603053071?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114668663603053071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114668663603053071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114668663603053071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114668663603053071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/damn-damned-child.html' title='Damn the damned child'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114659573045095119</id><published>2006-05-03T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T02:48:50.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese Cake makes u a MORON !!!</title><content type='html'>Today my day ended up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BAD !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. cant believe when trying to be nice and soft abt the topic we had, he blew up at me by saying that i am not respecting friendship. just because i told another friend of us, i went to see him. It should be the other way around, cause the un invited will flip, but no.... ! Anyways, fuck that. If he appreciate friendship (as what he always blabs), he ll call. &lt;br /&gt;I m missing someone now. So bad. It hurts. Deep cut giler! *ouch!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so yeah&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urban Republic &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;second week. Tiring ... but what to do, a man gots to do, what a boy wants to do! haha. Twisted?! yeah. guess i m back being demented. Miss it so much. Need my &lt;em&gt;Duramine!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/UR_resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/UR_resized.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114659573045095119?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114659573045095119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114659573045095119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114659573045095119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114659573045095119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/cheese-cake-makes-u-moron.html' title='Cheese Cake makes u a MORON !!!'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114649921544473781</id><published>2006-05-01T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:45:03.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shai's Wedding on the Labor Day. #_#</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shairini wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ... *woooweee... no more a girl. haha. It was a very formal wedding dinner. the last one i attend such dinner was 3 years ago, no. last year, one of my dads' many cousins. as usual, we have to wait for the Doa' and speeches. &lt;br /&gt;Shais' wedding was attended by the YDP Agong itself and his wife, also, the hot and always pretty 'now married to a Dato' Normala Shamsudin. Ariived at 8pm, met some friends at the lobby first. Saw Beeza&lt;em&gt;(shai's younger sister), &lt;/em&gt;and she looked pretty with that long 'kebaya'. and then went inside the ballroom, waiting for the VIP entrance by the king. &lt;em&gt;(Shai's father plays golf with him btw ;p). &lt;/em&gt;Dosh is not there yet, i m buzing him like a mad cow wanting to get him on the line. after 5 calls, it was the girlfriend pick it up and i straight away pass it to my dear friend, Aniza. I was a little upset, that why i passed it to her. so they talked for 15mins arranging how would they come in if they're late. &lt;br /&gt;anyways, dinner starts, and it was good ^_^. Shai father sang 2 songs, which i cant recall the title, and then it was her sisters and brothers turn to sing. which i dont know what they were singing but it sounded hillarious! haha. it was a good fun. &lt;br /&gt;came up with a flash presentation abt them, kinda cute presentation. enjoyed it. eventhough it was too long and it hurts my eyes. the screen was too bright. The family gave away 'Wajik' &lt;-- if thats how u spell it. some traditional malay delicacy, a small piece of fruit cake inside the Sheraton box, and instead of giving the real egg (bunga telur), they gave marble egg. In the father speech, he mentioned the reason of having such egg, so that we would keep it and remember the occasion. Beautiful ! &lt;br /&gt;After all is done, we chat a bit at the table, Shai was too busy handling the guests, and i left early, ard 11pm. cannot tahan already. sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, dosh came to Sheraton, but Sheraton Imperial in KL. the wedding was at Sheraton Subang! Duh !!! he came, and arrived ard 1125, which of course i have left already. ape da! &lt;br /&gt;i forgot to bring my digital camera, so i used camera phone instead :( ... felt so handicaped. didnt even take pictures wth the wedding couple. *sigh...&lt;br /&gt;So Shai... &lt;strong&gt;congrats&lt;/strong&gt; again, and i want to see my 'niece' quick !!! &lt;strong&gt;^_^ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/DSC00459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/DSC00459.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/DSC00466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/DSC00466.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/DSC00483.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/DSC00483.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/Image%28392%29.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/Image%28392%29.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114649921544473781?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114649921544473781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114649921544473781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114649921544473781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114649921544473781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/shais-wedding-on-labor-day.html' title='Shai&apos;s Wedding on the Labor Day. #_#'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114642652247524819</id><published>2006-05-01T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T15:48:27.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday- and its f*-ing the end of the week !!!</title><content type='html'>it is &lt;strong&gt;0317hrs&lt;/strong&gt; now. cant sleep. I was thinking of what to write in here since i havent been writing since late wednesday. Pondering silently in my head, a lot has happened these past 4 days, and how am I gonna write one by on of it. *damn... confusin strikes! &lt;-- like alwasys :p &lt;br /&gt;so yeah, &lt;strong&gt;Urban Republic&lt;/strong&gt; launch went well. Went too well for me. having too much fun I guess. hehe. It does brings back the memories from 'after SPM' clubbing experience. Its all abt hip hop and R&amp;B. oh yeah ... i was an R&amp;B freak! since i was little. My mum would listen to After 7, Babyface, Mariah, Marvin Gaye, Queen Latifah, BoyzIIMen, Chaka Khan, Janet and 'the always twisted elder brother' Michael Jackson, oh yeah, Jackson 5 first la, and all the soul singers back then. Then, i picked up on all 4 one, still with Babyface, Elton John, Bone Thugs, Wu Tang Clan, oh... the list can go on and on and on ... it did brings the classic feelings, but then, the friends, was a new one. Miss my buddies from back then. we all have 'issues' now to dealt with every single day and some just lost in the clouds of adulthood. no calls or way of communications, we all step back aside and just keep quiet. *sigh... &lt;br /&gt;anyways, i took &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pictures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D ... not so much, i was 'tired'. haha. Ahli Fiqir did a great job! imagine, malay rap in a club. odd aint it ? but it was cool. Moots! frm PopShuvit sang the same tune i heard from radio so many times, kinda get tired of it. but it was a greadt performance from him. might cool! haha... &lt;--- exaggerate lebeh nih ! went back to uncles' place as the next morning need to catch the flight to Hong Kong. i slept the entire flight. it was early morning flight btw :p &lt;br /&gt;So HK... aww man ! i was emotional when arrived there. cause the last time i was there, too many good memories! felt the emptiness for a bit. kejap je anyways. cause i was thinking of y two great brothers in Seattle and Canada. miss them much. ate lunch there. then Kiki called (Uniform Lady). &lt;br /&gt;alright, Kiki, does uniform for the club. great lady. she was pregnant 7 months when she starts dealing with me. and last friday, she gave birth to a baby boy !!! cant wait to see the baby and her again of course :p. anyways, she called asking me abt the new set of uniforms that we want. I was like 'WTF!!!' "makcik, u just beranak, relax la dulu..." hehe... well, she was good in her job, thats why its cool. wish her and the baby good health all the way ! &lt;br /&gt;HK... basic work. exhibition ... balik tido. and the go again ... balik .. SHOPPING !!! yay!! i bought lots of stuff;-&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;GO APE !!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;-- 2 t shirts and a cap from 'baby milo'. they were out of stock when i came on friday. they said on saturday have new stock coming. it was empty on friday night !!! only have shoes. damn... so, satuday morning, arrived 11am, queue for ONE hour !!!but it was good, and worth it. hehe&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Mark &amp; Spencer&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;--- t shirts and shirts ... usual stuff. and a pair of shoe that looks like my old one. cibai! balik baru perasan.!&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;CHROME HEARTS&lt;/strong&gt; !!!&lt;--- got myself a sweat hooded shirt. it look so damn cool. Limited edition ! fuck yeah it was expensive. but as before, its all worth it ! haha... wanna get the ring, still no size. Bodo nye amoi ! i emailed already saying i m coming, lupa pulak ! &lt;br /&gt;oh my ... for a while, i thought just now nothing much to write, but then ... hehe... over pulak! the pics will come soon. it is still in the camera, not uploaded yet. lazy. busy writing :p &lt;br /&gt;before ending this chapter, i met cool new friends tonight. Mei, Donny, Benny, Hafiz, and meet again to have more fun, Arvin and Michael. Hope to party with u guys again soon... ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers, &lt;br /&gt;LuQ&lt;br /&gt;-NotSoDementedTonight-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030548.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030569.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030571.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030586.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030660.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030675.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114642652247524819?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114642652247524819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114642652247524819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114642652247524819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114642652247524819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/sunday-and-its-f-ing-end-of-week.html' title='Sunday- and its f*-ing the end of the week !!!'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114604961729377868</id><published>2006-04-26T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:06:57.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weedNeedDays !!!</title><content type='html'>alrighty... definitely the most fast track day for me. woke up 730am, and left to office by 845am. F*cking traffic jam!!! stuck for more than an hour ! *chill chill.&lt;br /&gt;office... Crucifying. (end of story). &lt;br /&gt;Now, still in office, doing nothing much. Just thinking, yeah... thinking. I think ! some says too much. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the launch of our Urban Republic night, maybe later i ll have more to write&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114604961729377868?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114604961729377868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114604961729377868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114604961729377868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114604961729377868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/weedneeddays.html' title='weedNeedDays !!!'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114596356101749263</id><published>2006-04-25T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T19:15:48.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cynical Reflection</title><content type='html'>l see him there in the looking glass,&lt;br /&gt;A shadow reflected, a silhouette…&lt;br /&gt;a solitary figure,&lt;br /&gt;he’s alone. &lt;br /&gt;Alone for reasons one cannot comprehend,&lt;br /&gt;Lost there in the mists, &lt;br /&gt;the harbor of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see his head nod, &lt;br /&gt;his shoulders shake just a bit, &lt;br /&gt;nearly imperceptible.&lt;br /&gt;The cracks are well-worn but patched, &lt;br /&gt;A foundation built of episodes,&lt;br /&gt;years of pain - solid and sturdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is strong now - or is he? &lt;br /&gt;bulwarked by the trauma,&lt;br /&gt;Fortified by the tears of broken relationships,&lt;br /&gt;Strengthened by the love he has earned for himself…&lt;br /&gt;A love grown in the darkness, &lt;br /&gt;nurtured in the mist,&lt;br /&gt;Cherished on the waves and the long dusty path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a smile he shows in his reflection…a broken smile, &lt;br /&gt;an enduring chuckle,&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t quite reach his eyes or dance in his soul.&lt;br /&gt;he’s alone. &lt;br /&gt;Alone by choice, &lt;br /&gt;alone for reasons none may know,&lt;br /&gt;None may want to know, &lt;br /&gt;unless they join him in the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LuQ&lt;br /&gt;July2005&lt;br /&gt;TwistedDemented&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114596356101749263?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114596356101749263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114596356101749263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114596356101749263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114596356101749263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/cynical-reflection.html' title='The Cynical Reflection'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114594530892820745</id><published>2006-04-25T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:08:28.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happiness is not something you have, it's something you feel. You can experience it, regardless of what is (or isn't) in your possession. Likewise, you can suffer from the lack of it, regardless of how rich you may be. We forget this. We treat joy as if it were a commodity rather than an emotion, and then we wonder why it keeps eluding us. There is nothing that you now, need to attain. You already have all you require in order to feel good about yourself, your life, your situation - and your future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Horoscope for today... *damn . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114594530892820745?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114594530892820745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114594530892820745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114594530892820745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114594530892820745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/star-today.html' title='Star Today'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114589354462926120</id><published>2006-04-24T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:52:49.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that Bunny hopped in my pants . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; was an ok day for me. came work early, but waited early one hour outside of the office since I didnt have the door key!!! (felt so stupid coming in early today). So yeah, meeting as  usual, and lunch time i ran over to Coffee Bean just to cool myself off. cool off my as* !!! haha... came this guy that has been calling me and sms-ing me to meet him (he's from Herbalife), to just have a casual chat on 'How To Lose Weight'. talk talk chat chat and he weight me (YUP!!he brought along a weight machine), wanted to measure my waist, i said &lt;strong&gt;" No way!!! not here !!! :P ". &lt;/strong&gt;we laughed of course, my tone wasn't that rude. or wasnt rude enough ^_^ ! &lt;br /&gt;ok...I'm a person who doesnt mind being &lt;strong&gt;'fluffy'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;--(as Gabriel Iglesias would say), I might put it this way, i love what i have since baby-hood and proud to be amongst the one that carry themselves well. anyways, that wasnt suppose to sound egoistic or sorts, but... i m like that la kan ... lol. &lt;br /&gt;Back to this Herbalife guy, named Jet btw. Jet make sure i understood what he said, and actually, he is the first person that really taken me aback in lose weight. So i bought the things ( protein shake, some more protein shake and a tea powder ). I actually just tried it, and it tasted like one of those flavoured protein drink u can find in health 'freak' shop. Not bad.. not baad at all. but it gives me hiccup. havent hiccup-ed for a while now, i like it. haha. *psycho, i know ! &lt;br /&gt;Had dinner, a pretty ok ones. not enjoyable. wont reveal why ;) *This would be a 'happy' blog of mine. &lt;br /&gt;Talking abg 'happy', ( it does sounds fake), well... ok. watched Oprah Prime Time last night, she was with Uma Thurman. didnt really watched it, as i kept on changing channel, from CSI to MTV, to channel V and the movies channel. but one part caught me when Oprah 'now big again' Winfrey, asked Thurman &lt;strong&gt;"is that pictures of you and yr husband, hugging, kissing, and happy, is just a show for the lense or that is reality for u?".&lt;/strong&gt; I was like, wtf !!! she is so cool to throw that question after the screen behind them showing some pics of Uma Thurman kissing on at the beach, and walking the red carpet wth her hubby. That questions hit me hard as well. think abt what i ve posted on the picture gallery, anywhere in the net, its just look fake to me. *sigh... suicidal dah ni :p &lt;br /&gt;well, here i attached some pics i received today from friends and the photographer from that night at Maison Grand Launch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/DSC_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/DSC_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/DSC_0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/DSC_0304.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/DSC01197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/DSC01197.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114589354462926120?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114589354462926120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114589354462926120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114589354462926120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114589354462926120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/that-bunny-hopped-in-my-pants.html' title='that Bunny hopped in my pants . . .'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114579326500466372</id><published>2006-04-23T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:54:25.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shai's Bachelorette Party @ MAISON</title><content type='html'>Ms Shai is no longer gonna Miss anymore. The girl that has always been hanging out with me is getting maried next month, and so. . . we threw a party for her. Where, of course Maison-hip-couture-pink-rawbricks- club. and it was one of a good one. &lt;br /&gt;They came late, some issues that cant be reveal online. haha... a silly one, u wont want to know. Walking through the red carpet underneath the magnificent maroon canopy, we enter Maison and went straight to beds. some of the girls jump straight on and dance, and jumping like they ve just moved to a new house. well, Maison does seems comfortable and feels homely (stike 1 !!! we did it!) &lt;br /&gt;Shai seems happy to be there, opening those vulgar and x rated presents that she received, and had a couple of drinks before they head on to the dancefloor downstairs. Everyone seems to enjoy, Aniza was one of the girls that kept on dancing. alas... we all lie on the bed, take pictures and chat. 215am,they head home. i heard shai mentioned that its too much fun that she doesnt want to get married. !!! haha... bodo nih ! anyways, it was a great good clean fun we had. and hopefully, we ll be able to do it again, together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Ms Shairini. have a great wedding... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030536.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030496.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030505.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030494.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030516.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114579326500466372?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114579326500466372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114579326500466372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114579326500466372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114579326500466372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/shais-bachelorette-party-maison.html' title='Shai&apos;s Bachelorette Party @ MAISON'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114578849085657848</id><published>2006-04-23T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:34:50.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAISON - theHouse Grand Launch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a338/judgeluq/Maison_Ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a338/judgeluq/Maison_Ad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-19April2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new club MAISON, that is next to Asian Heritage Row is such a beauty. It may sounded like i am compulsory to typed that down, but it is gorgeous. Being part of the team (i like the sound;being part of the family), made me reaslise how much hard work and effort needed to make an event such a memorable and succesful one. &lt;br /&gt;It was a great night, apart of being there since Monday, and trying to solve lots of issues regarding the Grand Launch, gone in an instant. Me and Aidreen head to the room that we booked in Sheraton to get ready and dress ourselves while waiting for Kem, Joachim, Esh and others to come and put on our gears. Head back to the club just before 730pm and the crowd starts to come in. Lots of new buddies I have made that night. but seriously, with all the liquors and beers, I am totally brain washed the next day to remember their names. but it is all good, as I am sure, I will meet them again ^_^ . &lt;br /&gt;The ventilation was poor upstairs, and the toilet came from flooded to have no more water running from the tap. scary as it was for the operation team, we try to make it all soothing and un noticable ( like duh...) to all the customers that came for the launch. &lt;br /&gt;I was in my British India attire top to toe (Not the shoe, it was armani :p ), Joachim, hurm... some nice outfit ~, Esh with the very cool Zara jacket, Aidreen looks gorgeous in the skirt and top. She kept on bitching abt the hair that everyone love so much. wonder why ?! :p Kem wore all black, some ppl mistaken him for the the security guys. haha. that was fun! Uncle came with a very vintage Chinese jacket that look good on him. eventhough i seen him wore that at some cousins' wedding early this yeat, Mr GM (Sam) is all black and white suit&lt;-- as a GM can be :) we all look good, and all the people that came looks good as well. ( I hope I looked good ) &lt;br /&gt;It was a great night, as some people left early, me and Kem head to the room first as he was pissed drunk. And then, he starts to snore... ai~ couldnt sleep, woke up, went to office, and later that night, try to sleep... and i didnt ... haha.. insomniac strikes me 3 days in a row. &lt;br /&gt;Didnt take a lot of pictures from my camera, we had photographers, they ll send in Monday. maybe then I can steal some from em :p hee hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030417.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1030437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1030437.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114578849085657848?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114578849085657848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114578849085657848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114578849085657848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114578849085657848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/maison-thehouse-grand-launch.html' title='MAISON - theHouse Grand Launch'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26773201.post-114577817168582238</id><published>2006-04-23T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T16:55:41.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Blog After 3 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/1600/P1020110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6291/2805/320/P1020110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the first account that was deleted 3 years ago did it justice. I felt  bored not writing abt my stuff nowadays. well, apart of my multiply that seems not that famous than the blogspot i had 3 years ago :p (maybe it was famous because of the 'interesting' input), no harm in making a new one. but rest asure, if it bores u, just click to 'next blog' icon. haha ... &lt;br /&gt;so here I am, Sunday afternoon, had a huge lunch (my mum made mee rebus), still dizzy of last night party, and hopefully I'll get to catch a short nap. &lt;br /&gt;hurm... I ll let this one be on top first, and will jot down a new blog, maybe later tonight, or later in 5 mins. haha. &lt;strong&gt;i want to sleep !!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26773201-114577817168582238?l=popcandyaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114577817168582238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26773201&amp;postID=114577817168582238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114577817168582238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26773201/posts/default/114577817168582238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcandyaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-second-blog-after-3-years.html' title='My Second Blog After 3 Years'/><author><name>PopCandyAddict</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
