<?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-7039610506831415922</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:59:12.344-07:00</updated><category term='school'/><category term='random'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Candy Cain</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>candycain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17335740302229781459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SZLgE17l1_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gRQZldC4G-w/S220/PB290188.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039610506831415922.post-6879030429719371215</id><published>2009-02-11T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:38:55.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>riot !</title><content type='html'>KD: Okay I'm really sorry that I couldn't stay and chat with you but I have a life too, and it doesn't consist of solving YOUR problems. Besides, its not like you'd do the same for me under ANY circumstances, of this I'm sure. Anyway, I didn't expect you to totally pass me off as you. I mean, find your own cool streak. I've helped you thus far and this is how you repay me ? Pfft thanks, I really appreciate it *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working at 7 eleven. How the heck did it come to this ? I've officially hit rock bottom. My life is officially on level 0. I never used to give a damn about all those people I've hit a wall with but now I look back at the pictures we took and tears fill my eyes. I miss them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you had that moment when you wished you could've done things differently ? Haha I haven't but i do want things to be different than they are now. Aaaanywaysy I'm quitting my job on the 15th right after they bank in my paycheck. I'm so sick of my job. Basically, I'm a scapegoat for my boss at 7 eleven. Lol and I can't see friends or have breaks and its really shitty. I mean, yyeahh I've had a bad history at keeping jobs but I'm not kidding when i say its REALLY SHITTY !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so today was my off day and i celebrated by dressing up in a really fancy tog and going about with friends. Gosh I've missed them (: and i saw my crush at the mall and when I got home he IMed me, which is a good thing right ? I also saw my other crush and he waved but wtv cuz my friend told me he's got a girlfriend but she's slutty (omg I'm so spiteful) so I hope he's happy xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, my first post for 2009 is all about misery no ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039610506831415922-6879030429719371215?l=anacain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/6879030429719371215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039610506831415922&amp;postID=6879030429719371215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/6879030429719371215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/6879030429719371215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/2009/02/riot.html' title='riot !'/><author><name>candycain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17335740302229781459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SZLgE17l1_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gRQZldC4G-w/S220/PB290188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039610506831415922.post-5607996851394320078</id><published>2008-09-21T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:18:26.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>canon goes green, so should you !</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://www.canongoesgreen.com/blogjs/cgg_blog.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MUST CHECK THIS OUT *uses hypnosis*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol seriously. if you have a camera and a brain, you'd take part IMMEDIATELY. save the trees, go &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039610506831415922-5607996851394320078?l=anacain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/5607996851394320078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039610506831415922&amp;postID=5607996851394320078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/5607996851394320078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/5607996851394320078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-must-check-this-out-uses-hypnosis.html' title='canon goes green, so should you !'/><author><name>candycain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17335740302229781459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SZLgE17l1_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gRQZldC4G-w/S220/PB290188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039610506831415922.post-6083901066104304600</id><published>2008-09-04T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:08:54.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you are my sunshine</title><content type='html'>I effing finally finished editing my class senior photo spread for the school magazine. FINALLY ahahah I admit, nobody was helpful *ahem I wont drop names, dont worry* and its not particularly artistic but I made it with a MINIMUM knowledge in photoshop. After two sleepless nights and double doses of perseverance, I'm done (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay i have no idea how to put a scroll thingie on the picture -.-" help ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i258/de_angels/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dweebo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i258/de_angels/dweebo.jpg" alt="Photobucket" 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/7039610506831415922-6083901066104304600?l=anacain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/6083901066104304600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039610506831415922&amp;postID=6083901066104304600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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totally lost my train of thought. i have absolutely nothing worthwhile to write about these days. i mean, i doubt anyone wants to hear about the time i miraculously ate 7 slices of cake, or how overly joyous i was at getting my computer back. maybe its the pressure of everything going on thats finally getting to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039610506831415922-8778932921996199273?l=anacain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/8778932921996199273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039610506831415922&amp;postID=8778932921996199273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/8778932921996199273'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iqhwan pun sama. if you wanna send me home, at least keep your promise &gt;=( and not wait until its raining to stop playing. i mean, its nice that you actually made an effort but that doesn't make me any less pissed. thank god for amir and his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that'll cheer me up right now is giraffes and melon milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039610506831415922-7582687136230357754?l=anacain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/7582687136230357754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039610506831415922&amp;postID=7582687136230357754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/7582687136230357754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/7582687136230357754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-wanna-break-you-down-so-badly.html' title='i just wanna break you down so badly'/><author><name>candycain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17335740302229781459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SZLgE17l1_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gRQZldC4G-w/S220/PB290188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039610506831415922.post-4240132151639138157</id><published>2008-04-17T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:09:00.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're so good to me baby</title><content type='html'>todaaaaaaay !! school, joe's house, mall, home, &lt;strong&gt;alan&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to like add maths. thank god hahaha ! ummm oh my chemistry presentation was second best in the class. big whoop !! and i'm surprised my bm teacher (pn noraini) even knows my name. i mean, she didn't start calling us by names until march o.o" cuz like before this she just called us: kelas, murid or kamu semua xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joe's house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHANAIDIS (pronounced shan-aidi) ARE THE BOOOMB !! i swear to god harinder, you're gonna make the whole world fat if you keep makin em cookies. description: basically just chocolate on a cracker hahaha! but its a SPECIFIC type of chocolate, according to harinder la. then we had spaghetti. it was preeeetty good la but the meat was tough and undercooked mhahaha! yyeahh, listen to the expert aye? and joe, if you keep letting me sleep on your bed, one day i'm gonna steal it &gt;D and everything on it. yes, that includes penguin (and you too if you're on it xDDDDDDDD). me and iqhwan had a talk. private though heheheh and sha gave me a tshirt :&gt; oh and joe too. mhahahahah ! i dnt care, i'm takin that tshirt joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly i was at the arcade. i played dance dance revolution with nas :D we failed though. miserably hahahah !! errr yyeahh thts it -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a day to remember. i actually did chores :O my mom actually did chores &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt; the house is moderately clean now (but only in certian areas where we were feeling good enough to clean hahaha) at least now there isnt a layer of dust on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll just leave this blank (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039610506831415922-4240132151639138157?l=anacain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/4240132151639138157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039610506831415922&amp;postID=4240132151639138157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/4240132151639138157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/4240132151639138157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/2008/04/youre-so-good-to-me-baby.html' title='you&apos;re so good to me baby'/><author><name>candycain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17335740302229781459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SZLgE17l1_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gRQZldC4G-w/S220/PB290188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039610506831415922.post-6735289184144873353</id><published>2008-04-16T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:46:53.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll jump for you</title><content type='html'>oh i didnt go to school today so basically i did nothing. the end (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039610506831415922-6735289184144873353?l=anacain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/6735289184144873353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039610506831415922&amp;postID=6735289184144873353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/6735289184144873353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/6735289184144873353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/2008/04/ill-jump-for-you.html' title='i&apos;ll jump for you'/><author><name>candycain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17335740302229781459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SZLgE17l1_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gRQZldC4G-w/S220/PB290188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039610506831415922.post-5441246286988669704</id><published>2008-04-15T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:47:40.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hold sunlight and swallow fireflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SATaI1nOKEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Awag3V9jYXk/s1600-h/Checku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SATaI1nOKEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Awag3V9jYXk/s320/Checku.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189512516003047490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theeeere she is. ain't she a beaut? the thing is, now that i have a SMALL amount of money, people expect me to just spend it in the blink of an eye. sorry folks, my life doesn't work that way. i'm thinkin... college funds. good? good. i mean, shopping is a MUST but i won't totally go crazy like i usually do. this is my chance to show my parents that i'm a responsible child, &lt;u&gt;never going overboard with her spendings&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;knowing what she wants in life&lt;/u&gt;. LOL if that ain't the crappiest sh*t you've heard in a long time. still, i'm not using this money. fullstop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yyeahh referring to the previous post, i was supposed to talk bout my check yesterday but i hadnt gotten the pic yet so... mhahaha yyeahh you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo today. well school school food school food. sigh, my life is getting boring-er by the day. the pattaya was good though :9 bt add maths is reaaaally starting to bug me again. i mean, just when i thought i got the hang of it, it totally switches sides and starts hating me again. &lt;b&gt;this is unfair&lt;/b&gt;. umm umm yyeahh then i went home. LOL did some chores and now this. wtheck, i'll do something &lt;b&gt;extra&lt;/b&gt; interesting tomorrow to make up for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039610506831415922-5441246286988669704?l=anacain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/5441246286988669704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039610506831415922&amp;postID=5441246286988669704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/5441246286988669704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/5441246286988669704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hold-sunshine-and-swallow-fireflies.html' title='i hold sunlight and swallow fireflies'/><author><name>candycain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17335740302229781459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SZLgE17l1_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gRQZldC4G-w/S220/PB290188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SATaI1nOKEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Awag3V9jYXk/s72-c/Checku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039610506831415922.post-8151563967329985195</id><published>2008-04-14T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:54:29.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>andy you're a star</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;oh today was fun.&lt;/strong&gt; sort of hahah! yyeahh, today was definitely fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start the day off, we had monday assembly (the extra long one) and there was a prize giving ceremony (:D) so i got really excited about that cuz i sorta knew that i was gonna get SOMETHING hahaha. i always do (omg vaaaaaain!) umm anyway hahaha i DID get some stuff. i got first for the newscasting thing and the scriptwriting thing competition. so for those i got these weird (but treasured) plaques/trophies and certificates. and i also got certificates for a course held at ptpl and my drama :D well, it was a good start to monday. &lt;u&gt;i usually hate mondays&lt;/u&gt; but so far this is one of the only exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeell school was nothing to shout about. although i didnt fall asleep in class. that's pretty big news. then i went to joe's house to take a picture of the cheque (i have decided to name her &lt;strong&gt;WYNA&lt;/strong&gt;, in honor of alan's scratched car) and do my homework but i ended up falling asleep in the process hahaha. its a good thing joe has &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a bed, a pillow and a teddy bear&lt;/span&gt; or else i would've never made it. but when i woke up it was really freaky o.o" cuz joe's room was suddenly crowded (one of my biggest fear is lots of people in a cramped space) but then my brain processed the scene and it turned out to be my husband, my ex-husband, my father-in-law, my son, my other son and the family friend LOL these happen to be ray, joe, iqh, iki, shah and fish respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm addicted to sleeping, i was about to doze off again but iqh was telling us about his plan for his girlf's birthday so i stayed awake out of my unconditional love for a best friend. i swear to god, if he wasn't my best friend, i would've fallen asleep before he opened his mouth. maybe i wouldn't even have woken up xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i steal joe's &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;earphones&lt;/span&gt; and i took something that he'd follow me home for hahahaha but i didnt take it today, i took it yesterday. and he still hasnt noticed sigh. oh then it was off to the basketball court. this part wasn't too fun though. cuz i was still in my school uniform so i couldn't play with the guys so i had to laze around on the swings and pretend i had something to do. then i went to eat. yyeahh, this totally made up for the sucky bball game thing. i went to syed and had nasi bukhara (i can't spell that -_-") which was so good i was hungry even after i finished the whole plate hahahah :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then i went to sleep. sleep was good too. &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;sleep is aaaaalways good (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039610506831415922-8151563967329985195?l=anacain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/8151563967329985195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039610506831415922&amp;postID=8151563967329985195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/8151563967329985195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/8151563967329985195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/2008/04/andy-youre-star.html' title='andy you&apos;re a star'/><author><name>candycain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17335740302229781459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SZLgE17l1_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gRQZldC4G-w/S220/PB290188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039610506831415922.post-2481461994544595432</id><published>2008-04-13T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:30:23.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>temporary distortion</title><content type='html'>oh oh i got my first cheque today :D i'll post today tomorrow. cuz i dnt have a pic of the cheque so i have to go see my friend and steal his camera hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually supposed to go to ptpl (a college) today for some sort of course/seminar but i just couldn't wake up ! i mean, its like i was fated not to go. i woke up reaaally early and showered and i was even dressed but it was like my bed was calling to me and i thought "why not, a short nap won't hurt" but i ended up sleeping for about 4 hours xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh today i went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;KL Freeze in Unison&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;event thing :DDDDDDD omg it was EFFING COOL!!! what we do is, we gather a lot of people, in this case i heard it was around 500 or so, and we all freeze at the exact same moment in the same place. this time we did it in Pavilion KL right after a fashion show. according to the reports (LOL) all 500 of us froze for about 4 minutes. &lt;u&gt;my pose : trying on a shoe while on the phone&lt;/u&gt;. okay fine it might not be very creative, so sue me. it was a last minute thing cuz we realized that everyone except us was already frozen so we had to hurry our asses up and it was the first thing i could think of. its sad that i don't have a picture because my noob of a friend didn't take one of me. i got interviewed thought :D by 8tv. that was pretty darn awsome.&lt;br /&gt;for an example, see here ----&gt; &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=jwMj3PJDxuo"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=jwMj3PJDxuo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back, i got to play amirul mommy's psp :&gt; soooo coooooool ! there was this game, i don't know what it's called but it's something about fighting off monsters haha and i am officially addicted. aaanyway, it took my mind off the fact that the ktm was crowded with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the interesting part happened when we (me, my sister, joe, ray, fish, kak dya, amirul) were all about to go home. kak dya came to the train station to pick us up with her dad's volvo so we all pile in, with me and ray in the trunk. as we were moving, everyone heard this &lt;em&gt;weird grinding noise&lt;/em&gt; so we all jump out to investigate. turns out the body of the car was pressing onto the tires somehow. it can't be cuz we were all too heavy cuz the last time we car pooled, there was more people and the car was a heck of a lot heavier and nothing happened!! and i was freaking out like mad cuz the car was pressing on MY side, as in exactly where i was sitting. but tht don't make sense cuz i weigh as much as ray and his side didn't get busted -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo when i get home and start to change for bed, kak ija calls and says she needs to see me. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that's when i got my cheque la&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy times (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039610506831415922-2481461994544595432?l=anacain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/2481461994544595432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039610506831415922&amp;postID=2481461994544595432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/2481461994544595432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/2481461994544595432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-oh-i-got-my-first-cheque-today-d-ill.html' title='temporary distortion'/><author><name>candycain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17335740302229781459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SZLgE17l1_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gRQZldC4G-w/S220/PB290188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039610506831415922.post-9048859919907667391</id><published>2008-04-12T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:35:20.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not gonna write you a love song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;freaki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cool girl hah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL yyeahh i made that up myself (; like you havent already guessed.lets get on to the first agenda of the day shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ptpl study course. hmm...HMM...oh tak bosan pls haha. highlight of the morning: &lt;u&gt;seeing iqh joe and zainol doing free labour &lt;/u&gt;hahaha ! man i'm gonna cherish that. they NEVER do work, let alone for free. except for maybe joe, but errrgh i relish any moment to make fun of him (i know you still love me so you dnt mind kan? :D) i fell asleep during history, agama and add maths. basically i fell asleep in every class except the first one haha. giving us food was a bad idea. i blame the chicken &gt;=( the chicken was gooooood though :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theeeeen...&lt;br /&gt;the stupid IU day/mexican fiesta thing which i totally wasted my time, money and mental health on. first, it totally freaked me out that i had to go in alone cuz i absolutely &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; being alone anywhere. thank god farahin, jwa and nas were there. and then about 20 minutes after joe, fish and iqh balik, i found out that anyone can come in, they just cant eat without a ticket -_-" &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;talk about too little too late&lt;/span&gt; hmph and the performances. sigh. double sigh. just for the sake of being nice, i'll say they did a good job. if you want my honest opinion, you're not gonna get it ngahahaha i mean i was ALMOST enjoying myself when everyone started dancing in the middle of the room and diva and jwa and nas just pulled me in. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;its the first time i danced in public&lt;/span&gt; o.o" ahahahaha but it was FUUUUN!!!! and 20 seconds later, the teachers told us to go sit down. sigh. double sigh. thank god fish came to the rescue with some chicken floss and a cab. it would've been a bad day otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i broke my sleep (or lack of it) record. i plopped on my bed for a nap but it turned out to be a reaaaaaaally good sleep. lol i needed tht. oh, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yyeahh, i'm guessing you're probably reading this now. SHOUTOUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039610506831415922-9048859919907667391?l=anacain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/9048859919907667391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039610506831415922&amp;postID=9048859919907667391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/9048859919907667391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/9048859919907667391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-gonna-write-you-love-song.html' title='i&apos;m not gonna write you a love song'/><author><name>candycain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17335740302229781459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SZLgE17l1_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gRQZldC4G-w/S220/PB290188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039610506831415922.post-5595995384037850172</id><published>2008-04-11T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:09:01.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>that's what you get when you let your heart win</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;yes, i'm still alive after my driving lesson if that's what you're wondering.&lt;/u&gt; i swear to god, driving is fun :D its weird that everyone says that when they CAN'T drive but once they get their license, they're too lazy to get in a car. sigh, it's probably the &lt;strong&gt;"you want what you can't have"&lt;/strong&gt; theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of wanting, i still can't forget you no matter how hard i try. omg that's so emo-ly sappy grrf. in this case, him happens to be someone that's for me to know and you to find out. it's stupid thought that your heart will always belong to your first crush. okay not your WHOLE heart but there'll always be that &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;one small section&lt;/span&gt; of your heart that flutters everytime that person is within a 100 metre radius -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to a mexican fiesta thing tomorrow. i've got my costume all planned out but i don't have a friend to go with sigh. oh well, the way i figure it, what's the worst that could happen? i totally make a fool of myself by showing up overdressed and alone. heck, that ain't too bad is it? in fact, it kinda sounds fun :D &lt;u&gt;it's exactly the sort of thing ana would do.&lt;/u&gt; it would be more fun with a date though. we could sit together and make fun of everyone there while other people do the same to us hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righto. my brain is set into overdrive. i'm gonna get high 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039610506831415922-5595995384037850172?l=anacain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/5595995384037850172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039610506831415922&amp;postID=5595995384037850172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/5595995384037850172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/5595995384037850172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/2008/04/thats-what-you-get-when-you-let-your.html' title='that&apos;s what you get when you let your heart win'/><author><name>candycain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17335740302229781459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SZLgE17l1_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gRQZldC4G-w/S220/PB290188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039610506831415922.post-3579003728904485496</id><published>2008-04-10T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:08:17.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aye caramba</title><content type='html'>hmmm i've decided not to let that dark cloud of fallouts hang over my head any longer. what's the point in watching the sun battling to shine through? i figured that instead of wasting precious hours of my life crying/beating myself up over dilemmas, why not use those hours just having fun for the sake of having fun. its feels good when you &lt;u&gt;do what you want to do because you just feel like doing it&lt;/u&gt;, not because you want to show off in front of someone or to just make other people happy, but you do it to make YOURSELF happy. when you feel good, nothing else matters (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh &lt;strong&gt;BIG NEWS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;i'm taking my first driving lesson tomorrow&lt;/u&gt; :&gt; okaaaay its not legal or anything mhahahah but as long as i'm not banging into old ladies crossing the street, i don't think there's going to be any problem. it's kinda dumb that i have to hide it from my parents (i swear to god, it's almost impossible to wait another 7 months when the opportunity is dangling in front of you) cuz they won't let me drive for some reason but oh well. i've become a sort of expert at hiding things. it comes in useful sometimes, i should know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaanyway, to sum up this post, i'll leave a quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"That girl is like a pair of underwear that you can never fit into. You try to be okay with it but somehow, it always comes back to bite you in the ass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039610506831415922-3579003728904485496?l=anacain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/3579003728904485496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039610506831415922&amp;postID=3579003728904485496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/3579003728904485496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/3579003728904485496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/2008/04/aye-caramba.html' title='aye caramba'/><author><name>candycain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17335740302229781459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SZLgE17l1_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gRQZldC4G-w/S220/PB290188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039610506831415922.post-691273585510716381</id><published>2008-04-09T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T04:56:08.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>come away</title><content type='html'>oh i finished my add maths homework ^^ this is a cause to celebrate !! who knows, maybe the world was somehow saved because my add maths homework was completed mhahahha! and the fight doesnt look like its gonna end soon. bring it on beeyotch. i relish the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i got my first glimpse of the &lt;b&gt;prom dress&lt;/b&gt; tht fish is designing...it dnt look to good so far :/ i was hoping for something glamorous, not casual. i want a trendsetting dress, not one that follows whats "in". oh well, i should probably be thankful that he even agreed to design one hahaha or else i'd have to go shopping (again) or design my own :O if only i had the time sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made up my mind. i'm going to go for rebonding when i have the time/money. also, i'm going to gt myself a new mp3 or phone, wtv as long as it can play music. oh and those &lt;u&gt;huge earphone things&lt;/u&gt; :D i've always wanted one for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmph if i dont stop my habit of sleeping too much, i think i might be able to set a world record -_-" no, that is not a good thing. i'm not sure if its a growth spurt (YAAAAY!!) or anything bt i sure as hell aint getting taller. gaaaahh i'm gonna eat chocolate and forget about all my troubles heheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039610506831415922-691273585510716381?l=anacain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/691273585510716381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039610506831415922&amp;postID=691273585510716381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/691273585510716381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/691273585510716381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/2008/04/come-away.html' title='come away'/><author><name>candycain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17335740302229781459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SZLgE17l1_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gRQZldC4G-w/S220/PB290188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039610506831415922.post-8471121795023925513</id><published>2008-04-08T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T04:52:13.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>edge of seventeen</title><content type='html'>okay first post here. wish me luck mhahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/R_z5yL2d2ZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QT6lgy039DE/s1600-h/l_6642b17ac2490a1b8cdce60da2c94a73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187295511393982866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/R_z5yL2d2ZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QT6lgy039DE/s320/l_6642b17ac2490a1b8cdce60da2c94a73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew it was only a matter of time before i screwed up. i mean, i can only go so long without letting people know what i'm capable of. pfhuilp class monitor AND guru muda? dude, i've never been within ten feet of a class monitor tag and here i am pretending i'm good at it. and i'm just so pissed off at the stupid rules that people make sometimes. what if i didnt come to school cuz i woke up late. how the heck am i gonna get an mc for that? i cant go to the doctor and demand the doctor to write out a prescription for dead phone batteries -_-" i mean wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am just &lt;b&gt;so sick of high school drama&lt;/b&gt;. i mean, dude, i know i'm &lt;s&gt;nicer&lt;/s&gt; better than you in every way but thats no reason to hate me bitch. just cuz you're a spoiled brat, you piece of fck, thats no reason to bring me down. i dont see why we cant all just be friends. i mean, whats the point of keeping one person to yourself? you cant just treat other people like property. oh he's mine. i was friends with him first so you cant be friends with him cuz i said so. babe, i'm gonna grow up and be successful cuz i can stand on my own feet. you're gonna grow up and be successful cuz you depend on your dad to give you your millions. oh well, life sucks that way. at least i can rest assured that i'm gonna live my life free of bimboism. i cant say the same for you though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and i finally got that prize at the arcade i've been dreaming about. its been 3 days and aidi and hafiz finally felt compelled to count out 200 tickets to get me it. description: pumpkin jack with a humongous head and a teensy body. &lt;u&gt;cute&lt;/u&gt; fullstop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say much about what happened after that cuz i was asleep until now hahahaha thats almost 6 hours. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039610506831415922-8471121795023925513?l=anacain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/feeds/8471121795023925513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039610506831415922&amp;postID=8471121795023925513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/8471121795023925513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039610506831415922/posts/default/8471121795023925513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacain.blogspot.com/2008/04/edge-of-seventeen.html' title='edge of seventeen'/><author><name>candycain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17335740302229781459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/SZLgE17l1_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gRQZldC4G-w/S220/PB290188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77npqOsXS3E/R_z5yL2d2ZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QT6lgy039DE/s72-c/l_6642b17ac2490a1b8cdce60da2c94a73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
