<?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-6443511015246649853</id><updated>2011-10-03T09:55:57.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Room</title><subtitle type='html'>It is definitely not my dairy. I hated diaries, memories are enough.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-2306788781874637811</id><published>2011-07-10T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T10:06:10.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel very fail. Compared to your friend, I feel as if I am nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I being blamed for everything? At least, tell me where the fuck did I go wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-2306788781874637811?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2306788781874637811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=2306788781874637811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2306788781874637811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2306788781874637811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2011/07/sometimes-i-feel-very-fail.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-1351555015039964503</id><published>2011-06-26T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:45:16.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can really get addicted to kissing. 'Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-1351555015039964503?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1351555015039964503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=1351555015039964503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1351555015039964503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1351555015039964503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-can-really-get-addicted-to-kissing.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-2326644641580863360</id><published>2011-06-10T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:48:12.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail Girlfriend?</title><content type='html'>What am I? I really fail much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to mess with him for fun but ended up pissing myself off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an idiot. He didn't even care. What exactly am I trying to do? Make him jealous? I guess so. Ended up backfired coz he doesn't care what I do. I was depressed and pissed at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just childish, isn't it? A childish way to get his attention. And he doesn't even care. In the end, its my own fucking fault then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-2326644641580863360?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2326644641580863360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=2326644641580863360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2326644641580863360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2326644641580863360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2011/06/fail-girlfriend.html' title='Fail Girlfriend?'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-5601359380623824523</id><published>2011-04-17T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T10:46:26.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He told me again. And he bugged me. And I told him. If he gets the hint, then its good, coz I don't wanna repeat myself anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether hes serious or not, I don't care anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its inevitable for this to happen, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, I am a human being... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really getting complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-5601359380623824523?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5601359380623824523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=5601359380623824523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5601359380623824523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5601359380623824523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-told-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-1103285972192429981</id><published>2011-04-11T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:12:39.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycy~</title><content type='html'>Maybe its because we are behind the screen. I can't comprehend things efficiently and effectively. I went emo, i cried, and i brood over it. That's doesnt' feel good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I just can't hate you at all. I don't want to be angry at you. I don't want to quarrel with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will feel very sad you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I liked you. That's why I feel sad when we get into conflicts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that i will rant it all out when I am facing problems out there. So that I won't give you the wrong idea that i decided to go pissy out of the blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I will just deal with it okay? Your temper. All your faults and your goodness, they define you. Just be yourself. So that everything is fine again. Okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...&lt;br /&gt;I am really sorry. Forgive me for all the crap and the troubles i caused you. I am sorry. Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all my fault. All my fault. I will reflect on myself. Okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really very sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-1103285972192429981?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1103285972192429981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=1103285972192429981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1103285972192429981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1103285972192429981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2011/04/cycy.html' title='Cycy~'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-877267626344511389</id><published>2011-04-10T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T12:06:49.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS Queen, lol what? I hear you =.=</title><content type='html'>I am going to update my fanfic tomorrow i promise e.e &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I am busy with stuffs and got dragged into a few mmorpgs as well x.x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about mmorpgs... that reminded me of a certain someone in game. Who called me a PMS Queen just because I decided to keep quiet and all when misunderstandings happen, that person probably thought I am angry, emo'ing or being pissy. Not very nice to be called that, you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to delicate this post to &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys out there who know me very well, I don't really get angry for long you should know =) Probably because  me and that person still don't really understand each other's temper much. Worse still is that, someone else actually agreed to that status update on &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; FB, about me being a PMS Queen. I have to swallow everything down and keep quiet, even though I don't feel really good about that. It made me feel rather sad. That person in question is a nice fella, but, i found it difficult to comprehend &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; temper and what &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; is thinking at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, I don't like to fight back. People may call me a loser, coward and so, I could care less. I hated conflicts. Always. I always chicken out in each and every single one of them. And apologize as much as i can. It seems that I am always in the wrong, but, as long as there isn't any more conflicts for me to deal with, I am happy enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess those people i know in game will never check this place out, so I thought its quite safe to pour my clogged thoughts here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that specific person who called me PMS Queen... That doesn't sound nice. At all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is, I REALLY REALLY REALLY do not even know what is going on when you decided to keep quiet and all without telling me the reason until i bugged you to. "Are you alright?" I asked. When your replies are snappy and all, I thought you might need some time to cool down, so I kept quiet. I can't read minds you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, which I hate to repeat... I am not an anger incubator. You did made me slightly pissed earlier on with your snappy replies, but I decided to swallow that. And hey... I did apologize first. Even deleted that FB status i posted, to tell you that I am not angry. If I offend anyone in anyway, I am really sorry. BUT AT LEAST TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON! q.q &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; FB states with replies* *sighs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am such a pissy person to you? *sighs again* ...maybe its just words that we are seeing, that made us start to assume what that person is thinking or feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*feels very bitter* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to understand people, but why won't they try to understand me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-877267626344511389?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/877267626344511389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=877267626344511389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/877267626344511389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/877267626344511389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2011/04/pms-queen-lol-what-i-hear-you.html' title='PMS Queen, lol what? I hear you =.='/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-7456607392578374096</id><published>2011-03-24T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T01:41:11.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am getting busy these few weeks, hence the cease in blogging. Quitted my job and wait for the uni application results at the moment. Wish me luck, coz i wanna continue with my studies ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, working sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, decided to make a comeback to Fiesta OS. Many things happened in there tho, lol. Lazy to elaborate here. Maybe next time *laughs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the fanfiction, I am still working on it. Already have the entire plot planned out in my head, I am jsut lazy to type them down ^^" Sorry, hehe. I will get on with the chapters this coming Saturday =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, yo all those spammers in my cbox, begone! I have bloacked you people. Scram D&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out &lt;3 Thanks for dorpping by =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-7456607392578374096?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7456607392578374096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=7456607392578374096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7456607392578374096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7456607392578374096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2011/03/am-getting-busy-these-few-weeks-hence.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-7571284251021920233</id><published>2011-01-29T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T10:35:59.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy preparing for CNY to blog XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have uploaded Chapter 8 of my SoMa fanfic, feel free to go and check it out ^^&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog after CNY, which is in a week's time, cya guys around! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-7571284251021920233?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7571284251021920233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=7571284251021920233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7571284251021920233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7571284251021920233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2011/01/busy-preparing-for-cny-to-blog-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-6148206797147858799</id><published>2011-01-05T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:52:40.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, just to inform you guys who are waiting for my uploads on Resonation Echoes, I uploaded a one shot for SoMa yesterday, title is called Missing Emotions. Genre: Angst and Romance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-6148206797147858799?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6148206797147858799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=6148206797147858799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6148206797147858799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6148206797147858799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-just-to-inform-you-guys-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-2854519197380047842</id><published>2011-01-01T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T09:41:05.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011, finally, baby!</title><content type='html'>Minna-san, akemashite omedetōgozaimasu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, thanks for sticking with me since the opening of this blog, thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year has passed, let all the shitty things that happened to us BEGONE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, I don't miss year 2010, alot of crap happened in my life, messed it up, bruised it and literally almost slaughtered it up. All those people who conveniently give me rubbish and many other shitty things. BANG! BEGONE! Hope you guys did not go through a rocky Year 2010 journey like me X) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to recap about year 2010, nothing really great happened. Hehe, fail zzz... Not really! My fanfic and deviantart! I am glad that people liked them. When I am down, I love to devote into writing, drawing and composing music. Rather than showing my stuffs to my so-called 'friends', I have posted them online unannounced. I don't bother telling them either. I am sure that they will go "Oh, she is showing off." and stuff like that. Arrgh, those few people aren't really my friends anyway! Let's not go into details. Meh. I do all those things to make people happy. If they want to think that way, that I am showing off, let them be. *sighs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to talk about, I am just glad that I managed to survive through all the ordeals I suffered from last year. It proved that I am strong mentally and emotionally. I have finally grown up. Thank god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I want to thank a few groups of people who serve as an invisible support for me. My family. My friends. My best friends. My readers, regardless of my fanfic or this blog, I do appreciate your presence here. Even I don't know who you are or where you guys are from, its alright, I am happy enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new year, another chance to tell a new story. Let's make 2011 a big bang, yea? =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2011 be a smooth sailing, fulfilling and blessed year for all of you out there. My best wishes to you guys. Thanks for dropping by here. Love you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS (Fanfic status): Chapter thirteen almost done. &lt;br /&gt;PSPS (Deviantart): Some nice SoMa fanarts to be uploaded within this month =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, DATsubasa aka DATsubasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-2854519197380047842?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2854519197380047842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=2854519197380047842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2854519197380047842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2854519197380047842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-finally-baby.html' title='2011, finally, baby!'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-2226720151231424962</id><published>2010-12-24T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T19:50:34.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just uploaded the Christmas Chapter I worked on for the past few days. Really hoped you guys liked it, link is on the third button =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry blessed Christmas to everyone who is reading this, have a fulfilling year ahead with all my best wishes and regards. Do remember to enjoy yourselves to the end of this year, alright? ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-2226720151231424962?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2226720151231424962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=2226720151231424962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2226720151231424962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2226720151231424962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-uploaded-christmas-chapter-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-4795682004985545070</id><published>2010-12-23T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T19:56:01.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Mood</title><content type='html'>As we all already know, Christmas Eve will be, in a few hours'time. I believe you guys are looking forward to this joyful festival eih? Well, I am not a festive person, and usually spend my time doing my personal shopping alone outside or imprison myself in my room with my beloved pc like a no-lifer. Oh heck! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With working parents and a brother who always sneak out of the house, this eldest sibling in the family has to take care of minor chores, geez... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i care =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i bet all of you guys are browsing through shops for Christmas presents for this entire week huh? So, what you guys want for Christmas? For me, uuuuh... i don't know. LOL! Am not a greedy person who will demand for presents, but i have way too many things i wanted in terms of my personal interests, hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Singapore doesn't snow, damn! Being a natural prankster, i will randomly scoop up snow to whack unknowing people who walk by, but i never have the chance to &gt;&lt; Whatsmore i hated the heat, i am more of a cold weather person and being able to stand the cold much more than people whom i know, probably alot of people living in cold regions wanted more heat, but yea, probably because i am either a weirdo, or someone who never experienced the real cold before, i do not know the conditions of real cold countries out there. Someday, i am gonna travel to one of these countries to experience the cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The furthest i have gone to is Japan, Narita/Tokyo/Kyoto/Hokkaido. At that time, it is their spring period but when the night falls, hell it is really freezing cold. But i love it! I remembered that, there was one night when i woke up to get myself a drink, the moment my feet touch the floor or the hotel room i was staying in, i froze. Darn the floor was as cold as ice. My senior (a girl of course) who was sharing the same room as me, was wrapped up in layers of clothes and had her blanket pulled over her head. I looked at my self, who was dressed in nothing thick but a pair of FBT shorts and a sports shirt. Gee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a drawing tablet for this Christmas, but no one will be crazy to get me one anyways, ahahahaha XD Because, it is far from cheap. If i really got it, i will soooooooo love that person man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, am working on my Christmas Edition for the fan fiction i am doing, as a present for all my dear readers who supported me and read through all the chapters. I really appreciate the reviews and support. It meant alot, i will talk about the reason next time. =) Will also be posting one, of rather, a few Christmas related fan arts of the two characters in question ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for dropping by to read this random post. Hope you guys have a great holiday =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Pardon my spelling mistakes or grammer mistakes if there are, I am typing this at a Hermes-like speed, coz' i need to go out for a while later X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-4795682004985545070?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4795682004985545070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=4795682004985545070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4795682004985545070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4795682004985545070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-mood.html' title='Christmas Mood'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-5957189066685195810</id><published>2010-12-15T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T10:42:56.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightened or not.</title><content type='html'>I just uploaded chapter six of my fan fic and officially finished my chapter twelve, doing chapter thirteen and the Christmas episode. Oh well, probably some readers will be like: this stupid writer is taking her own sweet time. Meh. If i uploaded everything at one go, it wont be that anticipating anymore isn't it? Ne'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, something tiggered my thoughts this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking about the coolness of playing the piano during dark stormy days on my FB status update, when the topic dragged into the genre of music that i usually play. Told a friend about classical and jazz pieces i played before telling another that I am able to play some symphonic metal songs on piano from my own interpretation. One dude from my ex club asked me if i can teach him how to play symphonic metal. I told him that, that can never be taught, which is pretty true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, again, i doubt he listens to metal. Well, alot of SG ppl don't listen to metal, geez, SG'eans usually listens to pop, especially those which are heavily marketed. Majority, not all. Okay, that is off topic, back to my point. You need to really like something before considering to play it (talking about music and piano playing here). If not, the pianist will never be able to bring out his/her own personality in the song. Interpretion of a piece of music can never be taught, it is just like trying to get people to teach you how to be imaginative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dude said this after i told him that playing metal genre cannot be taught: Then, show me! I didnt reply, well, no point. I know him too well, he just don't get what i am trying to put across to him. I know he wanted me to show him how i play it, so that he can roughly imitate, for figure out the way, the notes i played, and consider himself knowing how to play symphonic metal after he managed to figure out. Geez... totally wrong, you know. Tht isnt the way to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, to the dude in question, if you are really reading this blog post,  i have my reasons why i don't play classicals, jazz or symphonic metal songs in front of the Piano Ensemble people. Because, most of you guys, just, don't understand, what is playing the piano. Not saying that you guys are stupid or things like that, but, there are some things, that music knowledge itself can never enlighten you. Having a natural forte in freestyling and playing the piano since three, i myself realized that there are things that music knowledge don't teach. They don't teach you how to appreciate music, they don't teach you how to improvise, they don't teach you how to understand music, they don't teach you how to interpret different genres of music into piano version, they don't teach you how to freestyle, neither do they teach you how to make people fall in love with your playing. I developed my improvisation ability throughout the years of delicating myself to music and piano playing. All those things i listed, you need to cultivate and find the answers yourself. Even if you managed to imitate the way i play, it is still empty, you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the thing the majority of the PE ppl (my ex club mates) lack, or rather, most of the pianists (meant ordinary people like me, not those world class professionals) out there that i come across. Hence, their playings are very VERY empty. Not saying that I am a pro or something, but, as a delicated pianist and a hardcore music lover, this is what i observed from them. Tehnically wise, some are pretty good, but, i won't want to listen to what they play a second time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phrase listed from the manga Piano no Mori: There are two types of pianists, one that you wanted to hear from again, and one that you won't want to. I agree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something for the pianists, regardless self taught, or those with actual music knowledge out there to ponder about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my opinion here. Don't be offended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for dropping by to read this, have a great day ahead =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-5957189066685195810?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5957189066685195810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=5957189066685195810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5957189066685195810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5957189066685195810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-uploaded-chapter-six-of-my-fan.html' title='Enlightened or not.'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-7113547607292202362</id><published>2010-12-07T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:54:05.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Racism?</title><content type='html'>What has race got to do with music? The fuck? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was listening to several classical interpretations on youtube and was totally sickened with those fucking bastards who criticise on the pianists' personal music interpretation. Pardon my language, I am really pissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case? Know that Chinese pianist, Lang Lang? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a China girl but am speaking on behalf of all the unbiased musicians out there. Being a pianist myself I strongly emphasize on personal uniqueness and style. What's wrong with Lang Lang's exaggeration on his own interpretation of classical music? Is there a freaking rule or standard on how a piece of music should be played? Huh? You don't like it? Scram! You like it? Listen more. End of story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lang Lang has an eccentric way of playing his pieces and love to exaggerate his expression. I don't mind that his Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto 2 First Movement is having a hell lot of a bass emphasis, being a bass lover myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? His music is good, who cares about the attitute? His concert is always packed with people anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, attitute in music does count into personal uniqueness and personal playing style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell do all those haters, love to stir up trouble by sprouting shitty comments on youtube? Its not as if the pianist will stop playing on. Valentina Lisitsa, Lang Lang, Yundi Li, Lim Hyun Jung... they are all worldwide well known classical pianists. It  means that each of them have the standard the world acknowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn, just shut your big mouths, keep your cursed fingers to yourseves and get the hell out of the videos before polluting the peaceful environment, you plagues!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play on, musicians, play on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, guys, thanks for reading my rantings XD About my fic, finishing chapter 12. Going to upload a new chappie soon. Have a great day ahead. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-7113547607292202362?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7113547607292202362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=7113547607292202362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7113547607292202362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7113547607292202362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/12/music-and-racism.html' title='Music and Racism?'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-3058796762995051897</id><published>2010-12-05T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:59:18.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I went with a friend to his friend's house to place an order. Guess what? That would be my very first time paying for my very own cosplay suit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cosplayed two characters before, they are Cagalli from Gundamn Seed and Lightning from Final Fantasy Thirteen. For those two characters, I borrowed the suits, props and wigs form my friends. Sadly, the photographs taken were gone, because my friend's computer crashed and everything is gone. Sheeeesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i am taking my time to build up the character I wanted to cosplay. People might think I am chldish but well, it is just an interest. And having interests doesnt need age requirements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which charater am i going to cos as this time? ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make it succeed and take a proper picture in a photo studio this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wont be happy'if she found out, but, it is not as if, it is an illegal activity XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-3058796762995051897?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3058796762995051897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=3058796762995051897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3058796762995051897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3058796762995051897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-saturday-i-went-with-friend-to-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-1615673958459059239</id><published>2010-12-03T07:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T07:22:32.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I posted this on my FB wall: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to several Rachmaninoff's pieces, I felt really stupid for missing out such a great composer. Damn, I seriously need to slap myself =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa, sorry, posted this coz i was feeling really idiotic X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-1615673958459059239?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1615673958459059239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=1615673958459059239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1615673958459059239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1615673958459059239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-posted-this-on-my-fb-wall-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-1532716356756145730</id><published>2010-12-02T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:59:31.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys. If you are a fan of Fairy Tail anime/manga, metal music and classical music, go listen to the Fairy Tail soundtracks! Seriously! It is very surprising for an anime to have such music. Some of the music even sounded like movie themes o.O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far better than Naruto and One Piece music i swear! (my opinion) Compared to FT tracks, One Piece and Naruto and other good anime soundtracks out there can't even hold a candle to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FT soundtracks are really excellent! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my fanfic, I have uploaded chap 5, if you arent aware of it yet. Working on chap 12 right now. Kinda busy so, probably the next update may drag slightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew some SoMa fanarts and... geee... fluff fluff and more fluff &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondered how Soul and Maka's kids would look like? *wink* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Maka and Tsubaki in bikinis? =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to the classical fanatics out there... recently, after listening to Fairy Tail soundtracks, I fell in love with this: Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto No. 2, First Movement. The front part of the piece totaly define my classical playing style. Dark, dramatic, intense, crazy... and all the apreggios... *fantasizing* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The track of this piece is in volume two of FT soundtracks, song 27. Check youtube ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be talking more, need more inspirations for my chap 12. Hehe, hontoni sumimase! Will crap again when i finished my chap 12. Have a great day ahead, guys, thanks for dropping by! Ja' ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-1532716356756145730?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1532716356756145730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=1532716356756145730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1532716356756145730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1532716356756145730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-7383143261219639378</id><published>2010-11-28T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T07:34:05.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updated my deviantart with a fanart of an adult verison of Soul Evans. Uploaded Chapter 5 of my fanfic =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links are on my blog. 4th icon ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for dropping by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-7383143261219639378?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7383143261219639378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=7383143261219639378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7383143261219639378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7383143261219639378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/11/updated-my-deviantart-with-fanart-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-4315367785604902097</id><published>2010-11-25T18:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T07:23:31.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Flows</title><content type='html'>Gaaaaah, sorry for not blogging for the past days. My work and fatigue are really catching up on me, its pretty frustrating for me. Waiting for school to start is a total pain in the neck. I am quitting this job and have a month's break before applying for school. Really can't wait to enroll into my new course. To tell the truth, i missed studying, I AM SERIOUS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is shit. Although the money is another different thing. Still, it sucked. Work &gt; Study for competing in having no life, geez XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, i am blogging in my lab. This comp is a total bomb, it loads fast =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my good friend, Alvin's birthday. Let's wish him a happy birthday too ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, when December falls, i am gonna deal with more birthdays, and Christmas... geez, there goes my money... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yea, i am very twitchy about money matters. I do love to have money, because i can do alot of USEFUL things with it. Like running a business, publishing my own doujins, and producing my own record. How nice would it be. Not to the extent of getting hitched with a rich old man, hell no. Well, earning money with your own hands will teach you how important it is to save up. And how hard you have worked for it. And appreciate your parents giving you money when you are still in their care. I got to understand why at times my parents refused to give me the money to spend, is because before i got my first job, i am a big saver, and a huge spender. Well, duh, i save up, just to spend. I don't spend alot on clothes and food tho, i loved buying game softwares, music records, mangas... Gee i am such a tomboy. But yea, i love to spend money on my hobbies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until i got my first, tiring student job at this japanese restaurant called Ajisan Ramen. The work conditions sucked. So are the supervisors (they are pretty LAZY). Although dealing with idiotic customers is a total pain in the arse, its one of my forte tho. But still, tiring, and it never fails to piss you off. And... 4.7 bucks per hour. The pay sucked!!! When i got my VERY FIRST PAY, i threw all the money straight into the bank. I only withdraw a hundred to spend. The rest stays in the safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually handle my meals in public outdoor cafeterias where the food is dang cheaper&lt;br /&gt;(known as the Coffee Shop in SG because there will always be a coffee stall selling chinese traditional coffee and tea in it, every single Coffee Shop in SG will ALWAYS have one). Or the air conditioned indoor cafeterias (known as Food Court in SG) where food is alightly more expensive, for the hygiene and the air condition. I am not a restaurant whore, but if i am eating out with friends, i will go along with the flow the majority wants to settle their meals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, work taught me how to be trifty. Probably not for some woebegones out there who cares about getting money. Those people only know how to spend their guts out and ignoring the fact about how money comes into their hands. For me, i treasure the process getting the money. Especially when you work till you are worn out (in decent legal jobs of course, i dont promote bad stuffs here anyways). In turn i appreciate my parents for working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some idiots i know from my previous schools, they handle their meals at fanciful restaurants and cafes. Like, almost all the time??? Heck don't they know how to safe, dammit? I am pretty scared going out with them. But if i really wanna spend on GOOD FOOD, i will spend to the extreme. Like ordering the restaurant's best dishes rather than spending on cheaper ones and being in the restaurant just to show off. Geez, i thought that would really be a fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal opinion here, dont be angry if you are one of those people. Its not like i will hate you or something XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, moving on. To people who read my fanfic, thanks again! I am working on chapter eleven and going halfway. I already planned everything in my head so, it is not much of a trouble to get them down into words. I am a pro freestylist, hahahaa (shameless bragging, excuse me). Will be uploading chapter five soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some idiots out there, i am sorry that this blog is so FORMAL! No slangs, no profanities no nothing. Why, cant i keep it clean, huh?! You guys wanna see me using the fabulously fantastic "f" word in every sentences like that in all your blogs? I don't see a fucking need if i am really pissed, like NOW?! Then don't read my blog and shoo, geez! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be very hilarious, really X3 I choose the right time to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am still pissed =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa, thanks for dropping by and have a great day.  &lt;br /&gt;Happy ThanksGiving, folks =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-4315367785604902097?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4315367785604902097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=4315367785604902097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4315367785604902097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4315367785604902097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/11/money-flows.html' title='Money Flows'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-1524401466748444674</id><published>2010-11-14T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T00:47:28.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Regarding the just-uploaded fanfic chapter to mine, thanks guys for the lovely comments. I will continue to work on my chapter 8 XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i am not going to upload all at one go, just to let you guys know XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspense is getting fun =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is that , Soul wont be back that fast. Many little things will happen. Good and bad. And all the oh-no-we-almost-cross-paths scences coming soon. This fic will be one hell of a fic =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i said "Dealing with long term absence is a pain" at the story summary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence... XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love &amp; Thanks &lt;br /&gt;-DATsubasa (Aerie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-1524401466748444674?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1524401466748444674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=1524401466748444674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1524401466748444674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1524401466748444674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/11/regarding-just-uploaded-fanfic-chapter.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-1280574715341294089</id><published>2010-11-12T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:35:51.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I am back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was gone for a few days because my old comp was giving me a hellish problem out of the blue. It auto restarted by itself and lasted for only 45 minutes... or so. After diagnosis at Challenger (a huge company with many branches in SG, that provides fixing of cpus related services to tech retailing), turned out that the motherboard was faulty. So. There goes a comp which lasted for 7 years. But i will not be dumping it of course, although changing the drivers, processor and motherboard will take quite some time. And purchasing. Currently, i am sucked dry of purchasing power &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence new technology comes in and i purchased a new cpu. Pretty high end i think (my opinion). *sniffs* my hard erned money... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT ALL WORTH MY EVERY CENT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty decent deal, i got it at 1.6k in total, with this 20.5 x 11.5 inch Crystal LCD monitor. It's a HP. For people who despise HP Compaq products, trust me, if you really know how to maintain it and know what to buy, one of those comps can last you for quite several years. Like my old cpu, it went on for 7 years without any extreme spoilage cases other than me having the graphic card upgraed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This HP has 4G ram, i5 Processor (i don't need i7), 64-bit OS... along with a wireless mouse and a wireless keyboard. Good, easier to keep and maintain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme predict, this one will last 2x longer than my old one... nah, too exaggerated. Meh, forget it, i am not going to predict its lifespan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i am still working on the fan fic i am currently uploading. First 2 chapters are up. Uploading chapter 3 soon. Ppl who read it, thanks! Please leave me a review if you can, because this is the first time that i officially publish my own fics online, and definitely, there will be a hell lot of room for improvement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, i keep pressing the caps... still need some time to adjust to this new piece of metal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks for dropping by this blog and read my crap, have a great day ahead, yea? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-1280574715341294089?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1280574715341294089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=1280574715341294089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1280574715341294089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1280574715341294089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/11/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-3981076173684595002</id><published>2010-11-04T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:24:42.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, just to tell you guys out there, for those manga/anime worshippers who likes Soul Eater, the first 2 chapters of my fanfic are up. =) Sorry for not blogging frequently recently, hahaa, i was busy writing... and working XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i will blog again when i finished up to my chapter 12, am currently writing chapter 8. Go read the fic if you guys have the time. But it will be more preferable if you guys already know about the anime/manga because some terms in the fic will be quite alien to you if you don't. Oh whatever, not that i care XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting up the links on the side bar of the blog, above the mixpod player =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, 30 minutes, by t.A.T.u can actually be the main theme song for my fic =/ I loved the song since the day it was released into the market. Ignore the homo related scandals of that band, i am only talking about the music =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for dropping by, have a great day ahead =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-3981076173684595002?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3981076173684595002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=3981076173684595002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3981076173684595002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3981076173684595002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/11/alright-just-to-tell-you-guys-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-6845182283405673763</id><published>2010-11-01T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T00:59:20.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gawd how i love writing fanfics and my own novels. It was as fun as me freestyling on piano. Geez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-6845182283405673763?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6845182283405673763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=6845182283405673763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6845182283405673763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6845182283405673763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-gawd-how-i-love-writing-fanfics-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-4437957027984388585</id><published>2010-10-31T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:46:12.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal style</title><content type='html'>All along people thought i was just another regular pop rock pianist, based on my style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly. Since this is going to be out there spreading among friends, i decided to post about it here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idiot of a friend dropped by my house for a surprise visit, to return back my book. And he heard me playing something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to deny but it seemed that he had been standing outside my door for quite sometime. I was playing nothing but jazz. Initially i wasn't going to let anyone know what genre of a pianist i am. I was't a classical pianist, neither am i a pop rock, as what people thought, from my signature left handed arpeggios bass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I am both, a modern contemporary and a jazz pianist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since jazz is under appreciated in my ex school's piano ensemble, and among my friends, i decided to keep this fact to myself. Hearing people scorn about jazz irritates the shit out of me. Personal preference, yea, but still, jazz is one of the most beautiful music genre i ever heard in my entire life. Smooth and bouncy. Love the style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my friends started to suspect, when i played Mr Raindrop by Amplified in a swing style. Did not really ask into details, much to my relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yea. I am a jazz person. I love the bossa nova playing style. I am currently learning more about jazz these few years, self learn of course. All those chords, darn... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably i wont be performing in this coming Piano Ensemble concert. I don't want people to hear me playing jazz, i believe, most of the people there were not jazz fans. I do not have much pop rock pieces to spare anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i am currently writing a fanfic based on Soul Eater's Soul and Maka. Apparently i am such a crazy fan. Oh, one of the reason why i love Soul, is because he is a jazz lover, plays the piano and the songs he played are all dark and so. Reminds me of me in a way X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. LOVE. PLAYING. DARK. SONGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when i have finished writing, i will post the link up here on my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this very random post =) Have a great day ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-4437957027984388585?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4437957027984388585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=4437957027984388585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4437957027984388585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4437957027984388585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/10/personal-style.html' title='Personal style'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-176057920453665700</id><published>2010-10-25T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:36:50.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessions XD</title><content type='html'>http://datsubasa.deviantart.com/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go there and check out my new sketch works, fufu~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall gain my place in the doujinshi world sooner or later, am working on it. I may not be an awesome illlustrator but drawing is still one of my biggest forte. Love my hands =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not blogging recently because my workload increased =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that project i was working on is over now and i am pretty much free. Back to blog again. Bought a wool woven dress that cost me a bomb at Esprit (SG$109). One shot and half of my money is gone zzz. But the dress is pretty cool, worth my money. &lt;br /&gt;Went to 2 restaurants last week, on seperate days of course. Having this typical all rounded tastebuds and appetite that allows me to eat almost any eatables without much complains, almost any humanely edible food is pretty alright to me. Now, restaurant food isn't always good, but i went to these 2 places again: Manhatten Fish Market and The Asian Kitchen. No pictures, because i was too hungry at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivo after work to shop for new clothes, it was a Friday. The restaurant was packed like a tin of sardins. Picked my usual (Prawn Dumpling Noodles) at The Asian Kitchen because the prawn dumplings were appealing and tummy filling. They were HUGE, and, 6 of them, i think. Noodles were pretty springy. And the soup was very sweet, i added alot of pepper as well, typical me. I finished every bit of it. I decided to order this Dragonfruit smoothie as i was feeling rather thirsty, thanks to extreme amount of pepper i added into my soup =.= Anyways the smoothie was tasty, and sweet, of course, i could feel the seeds of the dragonfruit being crushed in my jaws. My appetite wasn't very big, but being overly hungry, with the food so appealing, i finished every bit. Lasted me for the entire evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meal at Manhatten was a treat from my best friend. Coz' he owe me a few favors, hehe. He knows that fish is one of my favourite, so he decided to treat me a meal there. We waited for half an hour to get seated. Usually, when i was there with my ex, i ordered Fish and Chips (Cherry Snapper fish). I decided to have a change. Ordered this King Salmon dish that cost around SG$16.80. The salmon looked small, but after eating, i realized that it wasn't =/ Plus the chips... I could not finish the food XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about food before i start to make you guys drool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmmmm, well, recently i decided to watch Soul Eater anime since the manga is very slow. Finished watching it and is totaly obsessed with all the personality disorders in there *ehem, Death the Kid* XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Soul x Maka fan, but, dammit! I wanted to see some relationship advancement between those two &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have checked my deviantart page, i have uploaded one sketch of that couple there. Drawn in the train tho, it could have turned out better if i drew it on the table in a stable environment. Was trying to imitate the original manga artist's style, pretty difficult tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curently am working on a doujin for those 2 since Soul x Maka's doujins are pretty rare online. If i succeeded, i am going to publish it, for real =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess thats enough for one post. Thanks for reading, i will try to update as much as i can =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day ahead, guys. Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-176057920453665700?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/176057920453665700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=176057920453665700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/176057920453665700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/176057920453665700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/10/obsessions-xd.html' title='Obsessions XD'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-5127174603411193608</id><published>2010-10-15T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:46:41.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Retail therapy pretty much rubbed off the fatigue in me XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back at the old place again, made me think of things which should not appear in my mind anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home and Choya madness. Bro ended up drinking Choya with me XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quote of the day: No point to continue anticipating something which will never happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-5127174603411193608?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5127174603411193608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=5127174603411193608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5127174603411193608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5127174603411193608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/10/retail-therapy-pretty-much-rubbed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-9198376887152629862</id><published>2010-10-12T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:02:07.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School VS Work showdown!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. Guess where i am at now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my workplace, in my lab X) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 2 idiots are pissing me off. From the next lab. *snarls* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is shit, i wished i can go back to school, which will be in 2 months' time. All the money from my pay goes to my future school fees zzz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it really funny, that when we are attending school, we wished so hard to graduate and get out of school fast. When we started working, we wished we could go back to school X) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is called, appreciation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe? Hahaa... in fact, we actually appreciate school, deep inside our hearts, just that we won't admit it, nor do we realize that fact. School is actually fun, other than a few abysmally shitty people *like teachers, and especially, classmates* around to make your school life suck in a way, overall, its an enjoyable experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree the fact that school = no life. Go work, and you won't even have a minute to think about having a life or not anymore. All you think of is, sleep, pay and freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that i am not working full time as a assistant chemist. Because its downright boring. Thank goodness that 2 of my friends are working at the same place as me, if not, i probably will DIE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now those 2 idiots from the lab beside mine, are sneaking into mine and stealing stocks of raw vitamin C back to thier lab because theirs is out of stock. WTH when i end my work, their souls will be looking down at their corpses! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am super angry right now &gt;=( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, one more hour, and i will be free &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys around soon, am going back to my stuffs =) &lt;br /&gt;Have a great day and thanks for reading =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-9198376887152629862?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/9198376887152629862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=9198376887152629862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/9198376887152629862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/9198376887152629862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/10/school-vs-work-showdown.html' title='School VS Work showdown!'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-8192775211039541275</id><published>2010-10-11T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T06:57:57.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All i wanted...</title><content type='html'>All i wanted is to see your smile again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-8192775211039541275?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8192775211039541275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=8192775211039541275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/8192775211039541275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/8192775211039541275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-i-wanted.html' title='All i wanted...'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-4309452614385392099</id><published>2010-10-10T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T09:56:30.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technophilic</title><content type='html'>I am a Technophilic. Oh, thats actually my own term. It simply means i love listening to techno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the techno i listen to MUST HAVE ALOT OF BASS. And also, melodious. X) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Jovette sent me tons of them, and until now, i can't stop listening to them. Listening to them never fail to boost my inner strength, for some unknown reason...? Yes i am weird, but, whatever. House music, trance are all welcome tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the bowling session earlier on, i guess the key to me beating and trashing the hell out of Jov and gang is because i kept my ears plugged with my headphones. They are one hell of a noisy bunch, which is one reason. 2nd reason, i have mentioned that in the previous paragraph. Final reason is that it is a habit of mine to listen to fast paced music when i am exercising or doing sports related activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! Something funny happened during the bowling session: One of my friends slipped and slide along with the ball onto the lane &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid nub XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire hall was laughing, poor Kevin was embarassed, fufu~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activity made me go home with aching arms. I guess the muscle strain was doubled, because last week, i went swimming and swam for a good 3 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i can't plug my ears in the water =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me rattling about music for the past few posts, i am a hardcore music lover. Since music is under-appreciated/mis-appreciated, i decided to promote my pure love *cough* towards nothing else but music in here. Heck the singers/DJs, their looks, the marketing and the CD packaging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, i reco you guys to listen to DimRain47's techno. Go type Dimrain47 Twilight Techno and do a search on youtube =) I am playing that on piano if i can, its a good piece of techno synth &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I am dead beat. Gotta go take a good rest. Will 'talk' to you guys soon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-4309452614385392099?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4309452614385392099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=4309452614385392099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4309452614385392099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4309452614385392099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/10/technophilic.html' title='Technophilic'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-8090023813276990795</id><published>2010-10-06T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T10:22:46.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pending Request =)</title><content type='html'>One of my friends requested me to come up with another love story again. Alright then, i will think hard, brainstorm or whatever i can do to stimulate my brain cells... hopefully i can come up with something within the week XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't promise that i will post tomorrow tho... =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Quote-of-the-day: The human mind is as complex as building sand castles in the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=^_____^=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-8090023813276990795?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8090023813276990795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=8090023813276990795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/8090023813276990795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/8090023813276990795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/10/pending-request.html' title='Pending Request =)'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-7426412680699326564</id><published>2010-10-05T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T02:04:15.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsome... not!</title><content type='html'>My silly friends *girls* are nuts over Super Junior for a period of time, one of them brought up the topic today. Personally i don't like this band. And SJ fans, please stop reading from this point, because i am going to flame about them in the next few paragraphs. Please don't rebut me, this is about my personal preference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for this post is because... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I will not be influenced by peer pressure. &lt;br /&gt;-Quote the facts about why such bands are formed. (producers may lie through their teeth about bringing up talents... pssssh) &lt;br /&gt;-The existence of personal preference in each and every one of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in summary, Super Junior *i call them SJ for short* is a fan-girl based boy band famous in Korea and over Asia for quite some time. *turns to the back and starts to puke* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TKtU9J-cuSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/U75QtL2BtS8/s1600/SuperJuniorsuxzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TKtU9J-cuSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/U75QtL2BtS8/s320/SuperJuniorsuxzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524602777526647074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This band i daresay, is formed to suck young school girls' pocket money. Tailor-made. One look tells it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest this kind of pop bands. Firstly, the singing isnt incredible, not worth my money because i only am willing to purchase QUALITY MUSIC. Dance isn't that fantastic either. Music isn't written by them at all. And why is there a need to put so many people in one pop band? I don't see the point.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate the members in the group, they did nothing wrong at all. I just hated the concept and the formation of the band. Support them or not, I am stating the fact here though. These bands are pure money suckers. Music is really mis-appreciated/under-appreciated nowadays with trashy music groups out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i applaud the producers for being smart, they sure know how to suck money out from innocent girl fans whose main priority is to go after the boys in the band. Its not as if they will marry you or sth, silly girls =.= *sighs, yea, personal preference...* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have those so-called high-class taste in music like those self-centered bastards out there, but i am very sure that i am able to differentiate good music and bad music from a neutral point of view. Having music knowledge and having a flexible mindset helps alot tho. If SJ has got decent vocals and music maybe i won't detest the band that much. *sighs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my motto: I don't hate, i state the facts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for dropping by, have a great day ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-7426412680699326564?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7426412680699326564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=7426412680699326564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7426412680699326564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7426412680699326564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/10/handsome-not.html' title='Handsome... not!'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TKtU9J-cuSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/U75QtL2BtS8/s72-c/SuperJuniorsuxzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-273894102617442576</id><published>2010-10-04T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T10:50:43.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fans of Fairy Tail, go to mangastream.com and check out the latest chapter (Chap 203). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot is getting damn exciting already =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, One Piece fans should have read the latest chapter of OP too. Love their transformation after the 2 years XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sanji's eye brows... kekekeke* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitting the swimming pool tomorrow, i shall aim for 40 laps to and fro using freestyle, non-stop... i wonder if i can do that &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit too much i think... x.X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-273894102617442576?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/273894102617442576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=273894102617442576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/273894102617442576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/273894102617442576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/10/fans-of-fairy-tail-go-to-mangastream.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-3285319831842067105</id><published>2010-10-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:18:56.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current music industry VS...</title><content type='html'>Was listening to some 'ancient' dance music yesterday night and something popped into my mind, making me reflect on what kind of music i had been coming across from when i was just a primary school kiddy to now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what was i listening to yesterday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my all time guilty addiction *blush* &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eurodance music from the 90's. Hehe~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still very young at that time, about, 7, or 8 years old, probably? A primary school *elementary school* kid i was at that time, who already knew how to appreciate music thanks to me receiving private music and piano lessons since 3 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across my first attachment to marketed music when i was in primary 3. Before that, all i listened to were all classicals and orchestral music. Guess what was the first kind of market music i came across? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime music =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched all sorts of animes at that time and my first anime was Sailor Moon *yes i know its gay*. That was the first time i came across anime music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second kind of marketed music i came across was eurodance, when i was in primary 6. Bought my first CD, that was, Best 99. I still had it with me, how nostalgic. But until now i am still listening to it. Why? Simply because the music is downright ADDICTIVE. I just can't seem to get sick of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Lady GaGa' dance music? Addictive at first but i got sick of her after 2 weeks. Lyrics sucked, vocals sucked but the music overall is acceptable. MTVs = fanciful but mainly mind pollution. Off topic: She is definitely NOT my fashion idol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one example, i can list a ton of bad bad BAD examples. Music industries are going haywire and the music produced are getting more and more crappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how VengaBoys, SMiLE, Daze, Aqua and ToyBox alike bands being famous back then. Their music are really addictive, no pollutive lyrics, and addicting euro beats. MTV's are plain simple, them goofing around and potrayed to the theme of their music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of music produced nowadays are trash. Music isn't that innocent anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People trash the so-called 'old' music and go after new ones, and forgetting those 'old' music they used to like. Why, i wonder, does people take music appreciation for-granted? Music nowadays are produced from the brainstorming of the past music, trying to make them sound better. However, sometimes brainstorming can go astray and out of control, thus, resulting the production of trashy music we hear nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty sad that good old music and the bands weren't remembered. Alot of music industries now are concerned about purely money making and marketing of music, hence causing music to become a tool for getting money and fame and again, money. People forgot how to appreciate music and prefer to appreciate the singer's appearence instead. Rather than singers being tailor-made to fit the type of music, it is the other way round now. Music being tailor-made to fit the singer's image, and being tailor-made to fit the customers' fantasies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That applies to, for example, silly idiots of the fans who were going after those Taiwainese singers just for their looks and 'wrappings'. Their music? In fact they are trashy, those companies are only selling the singers' images. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATED PEOPLE WHO GO AFTER SINGERS FOR THE LOOKS AND 'WRAPPINGS'. I HATED PEOPLE WHO BOYCOTT SINGERS WHO AREN'T GOOD LOOKING. I HATED PEOPLE WHO USE THE SINGERS' IMAGES AS EXCUSES TO LISTEN TO MUSIC. AND I HATED PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW HOW TO APPRECIATE MUSIC EVEN MORE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTFO you bastards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a music lover and quality music always comes first, then to the fact whether the singer wrote them himself/herself or just being fed by the producer company. This aspect is important to me when making choices what music i listen to. I seldom listen to music not written by the singer/band unless their vocals are really fantastic. Aqua's music may be written for them by someone else but the singer can really sing, that's all that matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heck cared what the singer looks like, the image and so. What does it do with music? Absolutely irrevalent. I am talking about music here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are still many fans out there who cared about the image, well, its their business. But, i will still feel sad about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish people will learn to REALLY APPRECIATE good MUSIC, and not to forget them. Listening to music may take only up to a few minutes, but the efforts behind their production are always priceless, provided if the producers really put their heart and soul in making good music rather than money. Its only my opinion here and don't get angry over it. I can't stop people from thinking otherwise, like, no money = no good music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop for now. Hope this will give you guys something to think about when you listen to music. And have a great day ahead, thanks for reading the entire post =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-3285319831842067105?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3285319831842067105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=3285319831842067105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3285319831842067105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3285319831842067105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/10/current-music-industry-vs.html' title='Current music industry VS...'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-7712834496418697782</id><published>2010-10-01T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:52:33.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct 1st</title><content type='html'>Don't ask why i am blogging almost everyday =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my new project starts in a week's time, i won't be blogging like this anymore XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHILDRENS' DAY! (for everyone reading this post, especially fellow Singaporeans) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i know that different countries have different dates for this day. I don't know about American's because it seemed to be changing frequently from what i have heard from my friends in America. Japan's on May 5th, Romania's on June 1st, if i didn't remember wrongly. That's all i know =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for Singapore, it is today, 1st of October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what nationality you are, since you guys (applies to non-Singaporeans only) are reading a SINGAPOREan blogger's blog, Happy Children's Day to you too XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's Day is the day of appreciation of all the children all over the world. To me, it is a very special day. I learn to appreciate the innocence the children have, their growth in different societies and how they start to learn to deal with life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a kiddy person despite being a young adult now =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i will pamper myself, i MUST PAMPER the kid living in the midst of cotton candy wonderland inside me. If not, she will throw a terrible tantrum X.x" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out today to ViVo City to buy CDs, clothes, books and... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this Oh-So-Sinful food called: CHOCOLATE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dammit i am going to gain weight, after painfully losing 5kg zzz... For my friends who met me outside today, i gave them a small bag of candies each. Come on, admit it, there will always be a kid living inside you. My friends are loving it =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Candy Empire and wanted to buy those boxed up chocolates but i remembered that there were 4 unopened sleeping in the freezer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... i bought those mix-and-mix ones, reason is that i never tried them before and wondered how they tasted like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... OI, don't look down on these so-called 'cheap' chocolates. They are pretty expensive =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bag... looks delicious too =d &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TKXrpeiEjAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zgJqHJ3B_Ks/s1600/P0232_011010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TKXrpeiEjAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zgJqHJ3B_Ks/s320/P0232_011010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523079615842913282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark chocolate almond, white chocolate macadamia, and dark chocolate macadamia, from left to right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TKXszr-PGAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Dvjg37BGNLg/s1600/P0233_011010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TKXszr-PGAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Dvjg37BGNLg/s320/P0233_011010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523080890761025538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark chocolates are less fattening, that's why i bought them. White chocolate = more like caramel vanilla and less of chocolate. Milk chocolates hav the highest fat and sugar content, they are to be avoided at all costs. Since some of you guys are curious where i got all my chocolates and candies from, i believe the picture i posted earlier is enough to tell it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i will leave the post here for now. Alright, guys, have a great day ahead =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-7712834496418697782?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7712834496418697782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=7712834496418697782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7712834496418697782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7712834496418697782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/10/oct-1st.html' title='Oct 1st'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TKXrpeiEjAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zgJqHJ3B_Ks/s72-c/P0232_011010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-6237846545639492491</id><published>2010-09-30T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:47:47.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoo, rain, shoo!</title><content type='html'>Going out as a bunch in the rain is frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, i went out and the area i am living in was raining cats and dogs. The worst is that i wore jeans =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can guess, my shoes were totally wet, so were the bottom half of my jeans. I regretted being so vain zzz. At the end of the day, my hair was totally ruined as well, there goes my wonderful hair i took pains styling before i got out of the house *sighs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends said that i behaved like a cat when we were walking down the streets, cuz' whenever i came across shelters along the path, i would run towards them. Applies to shopping malls as well. I really hated getting myself drenched in the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out in the rain drained my entire body of its energy =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am liking the temperature. Just the cold air and the wind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, something that i drew with a mouse using MS Paint, one of the things i am pretty good at, hoped you guys liked it =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TKRtz81m96I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9PEib5gWIUE/s1600/Rainyzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TKRtz81m96I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9PEib5gWIUE/s320/Rainyzz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522659782334805922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-6237846545639492491?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6237846545639492491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=6237846545639492491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6237846545639492491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6237846545639492491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/09/shoo-rain-shoo.html' title='Shoo, rain, shoo!'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TKRtz81m96I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9PEib5gWIUE/s72-c/Rainyzz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-93766720511175362</id><published>2010-09-27T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:45:53.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy For Nothing?!</title><content type='html'>My part time lab work is becoming a full time work! FML! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least i was promised, leaving the company with a good six months 'bonus'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i was preparing to go home at 2 in the afternoon, my supervisor was the one who asked me to. Usually it will be at 3 or 3.30pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i packed and prepared to tap the card to leave my lab, she smiled and handed me a file and asked me to complete the assignment at home for the following 2 weeks. I had finished my tasks and was required to write out reports about them, it was always like that. What's more, my reports were to be sumitted to the clients in some US medical company. Oh heck! Very big pressure on me. Totally hate it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon flipping over the file cover, the 5 pieces of paper filled with 'instructions' almost made me wanna throw the file into the furnace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 f***king reports to do, and they must be detailed... MIGHT AS WELL TO ASK ME TO WRITE OUT ANOTHER SET OF JOURNAL PAPERS! And i thought she told me earlier that we just gotta send in ONLY the results to the clients this time round?! And the reports are for own company's review?! And I thought it was just ONE report to be done only?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a smug smile, she walked out of the lab, leaving me staring at the file with my jaws ajar. At the same time i was trembling in frustration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWRRRRRR!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning around, I threw my bag into my locker, went back to my desk and started typing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour of early dismissal is nothing, NOTHING AT ALL! I KNEW SHE HAD SOMETHING UNDER HER SLEEVES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully i had started with my reports at the point when i was given my lab assignments. I have this habit of starting reports along with my lab assignments, so that i will be able to record and write out better details while doing my lab tasks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my boss for OT *overtime* and was allowed to use those brand new computers to do my reports. Absolutely no time to play with internet flash games and browsing thru the forums. So i shifted to the Persona Cube and typed my heart out. My boss was such a nice lady, she bought me some pies and a cup of white coffee *i don't drink coffee much but... oh whatever*. I guess she chould see all the hard work i pumped in since i first joined the company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at 8.30pm, i finished EVERYTHING! YES, ALL 5 REPORTS! HALLELUJAH!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at around 9.45pm after pampering my tummy with the fish from Long John Silver's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eehehehehehehehehehehe~ &lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of slacking, i wonder what shall i do for the 2 free weeks =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear supervisor *aka my cousin*, you can't get better of me. I am always well prepared, admit it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Always be prepared early. Especially those idiots who are still in school with assignments waiting for them and decide to finish them at the very last minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-93766720511175362?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/93766720511175362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=93766720511175362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/93766720511175362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/93766720511175362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-for-nothing.html' title='Happy For Nothing?!'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-9183694090898239207</id><published>2010-09-26T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:44:20.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting on, moving on</title><content type='html'>Feelings are gone but memories are there to stay. Probably for my case only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those bunch of silly people, stop asking me about my previous post, and yes, its for him. Obviously =.= He has long ago moved on, probably on the dot when he called it quits. Heard that he has got flings here and there already since that day *2 cents, baby, 2 cents!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be getting on too. And I swore not to discuss about him anymore, so, let this be the VERY LAST TIME i will be mentioning about him here, alright, guys? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And sincere thanks for not playing with my tagboard anymore. I am taking it off to prevent further spams and trollings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose of this post is about getting on with your life no matter how badly you fall or how bad events turned out for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are always close to me, known me since secondary school or slightly later, you guys saw how badly i fell back those times and how i managed to get back onto my feet. Strong as ever. Let me list a few examples down my time line, though there are more... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconday School &lt;br /&gt;-Humilated by my Sec 4 English teacher about my poor command of English *discussed before, scroll down to read my previous posts* &lt;br /&gt;-Me not being chosen to be the sectional leader of the flute section due to some biased opinions and jealousy from some idiots, cuz' compared to them, i am too talanted *i play the piano, guitar, have musical knowledge, mastered both the flute and piccolo and etc*  &lt;br /&gt;-Flung my Maths *which was always my best subject till then* for the very FIRST time &lt;br /&gt;-Did not managed to get into the school i really wanted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI/Poly &lt;br /&gt;-A good friend broke her friendship with me and a few others for her grandfather's inheritance *money makes the world go round, soon i would be able to buy Venus with a cheque* &lt;br /&gt;-Backstabbed and being treated with biased'ism because that crazy girl doesn't like me &lt;br /&gt;-A best friend passed away&lt;br /&gt;-Ex called it quits for his own personal reasons/welfare &lt;--- RAWR sucka alert!!! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry about it everyday? &lt;br /&gt;Brood about why it all happened and not aware of time passing like mad? &lt;br /&gt;Drown myself in alcohol? &lt;br /&gt;Suicide? &lt;br /&gt;Torture myself? &lt;br /&gt;Spend time hating what caused the problem? &lt;br /&gt;Plotting revenge all day long? &lt;br /&gt;Get back that the person that caused your misery, fighting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above listed are what people often will do to themselves when they got caught with sticky problems. Very stupid isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. I know it hurts like hell, the feelings are so unpleasant that you wished for instant death. But don't really do a suicide shit or get yourself wasted. Your poor mom didn't bear you in her womb and bring you into this world for NOTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, i did cry, i bury all those shit down so that people around me won't worry, i cry alone, the most emo times i spent them alone. Very unhealthy. I admit, i am emotionally weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my friends forcefully drag me out of that emo-corner and slapped me awake. Telling me that i am torturing myself, and how heartbroken they felt when they see me in that state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to talk about it. Spitting all my troubles out. Whine about my sorrows to my friends, and my mom. Have you forgotten your dear mother? She may not fullly understand, but, she is still an adult, she definitely will give you nice advices and a good dose of comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke about it. Like my ex, I joked about his crazy habits. About my ex friend, i joked about her money whoring brain filled with nothing but money. Jokes, jokes and more jokes. Its nice to laugh. Very nice. And don't forget to give yourself a facepalm at the end of the day, admitting that you are either stupid or too innocent, and get on with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself a break, like what i did after breaking up. After graduation. Spending time in reverie is important. Taking a break from reality is not a bad thing. No, not escaping. Just, taking a break, set the alarm clock, re organise my own feelings and emotions, clock rings, face it, then move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music. It heals the soul. Spam them into your ears. And hell, don't listen to depressing music with depressing lyrics. You aren't stupid okay? A suggestion: Listen to dance and clubbing music XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamper yourself, for being a strong person and congratualate yourself for surviving one of those the crazy human mind generated wars. Feel good about yourself, for being able to stand tall like now. You aren't dead right? If not, you won't be reading my post. That's right. You are still standing now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read thriller novels, will get your mind off what you are thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are what i did to get on with my troubles. Maybe it would be different for you. But hey. Memories will remain in that timeline where it happened, but your timeline is still moving on. So should you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said too much today. But i really hope this post helps people out there who are facing alot of troubles. Big or small, if you escape from reality, oh hell, you are a bloody coward and a total weakling... but i believe that you aren't that indept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those shit that happened in my life, and i am still hogging around on Earth. Why couldn't you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading and have a great day ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-9183694090898239207?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/9183694090898239207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=9183694090898239207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/9183694090898239207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/9183694090898239207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-on-moving-on.html' title='Getting on, moving on'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-6213793691197419472</id><published>2010-09-25T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:46:48.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 25th of Sept again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date when you call it quits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course its not that i miss the date, i wasn't looking forward to it either, neither do i wanna remember, but it is automatically inprinted in my memories =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my one year personal-life break is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cease talking about you, i will put my old handphone with your pictures into my drawer for good, i will put the drawing of you and me into my manga drawings file, and i believed i have joked enough about your idiotic habits thru the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i don't miss you, just the memories you gave me and the old you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though our time together is not very very long, thanks for being my first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TJ2g-PSsK4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/meU2yw1fU3w/s1600/27395_1811215153_1949_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TJ2g-PSsK4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/meU2yw1fU3w/s320/27395_1811215153_1949_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520745709343353730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-6213793691197419472?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6213793691197419472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=6213793691197419472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6213793691197419472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6213793691197419472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/09/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TJ2g-PSsK4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/meU2yw1fU3w/s72-c/27395_1811215153_1949_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-3006252507387968647</id><published>2010-09-23T07:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:51:58.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singlish? English? Choose one to excel in.</title><content type='html'>What's wrong with me not speaking in Singlish? I will always try my very best not to use Singlish. Since I was given proper English education and whats more, Singapore's first language is ENGLISH, then why not make full use of it? I am sick and tired of fellow SG people commenting about me not speaking in Singlish in international games and etc since I am a Singaporean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of logic is that? I find it hilarious! What's more, its not as if, English speaking people other than Asians' will understand our brand of English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that my English is fantastic. Neither do i speak English very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, i suck. I SUCK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the reason why i will not use Singlish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, Singlish is, in a nice way, convenient English, and in a crude way, shitty English. No i am not an ABC wannabe, but i see negative logic in using Singlish as a must just because i am a SG'ean! Neither am i looking down at people who speak in Singlish. BUT. FACE IT. Singlish is shitty English! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why deprive me of speaking the way i want? I did not deprive you guys speaking in Singlish. I did not scorn at you guys speaking Singlish. If you want to speak like that, be it your own way and leave me out of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said earlier, i want my English to be polished. There are several rough edges that i need to file off, like pronounciation, grammar usage and spelling of certain words. Singlish, yes, is very unique and is SG's personal brand of English. The creation of the 4 main races of SG. So? Is that the reason why i must speak like that? Culture? WTH? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i am going to tell you my personal stories. Bad bad experiences. I seldom tell people about them but decided to let it all out since the Singlish shit is getting onto my nerves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my secondary school, i was badly humilated by my stupid English teacher by the name of Annie Ang. I believe that she has long retired now but that is the least of my concerns. I was asked to read a pasage and attempt to voice my opinions about that passage. The way i read and spoke at that time was... total crap. She called me a "china girl" and a "kampong girl" *kampong, meaning, village in Malay* attempting to speak in English. The entire class was laughing. I will never forget that scene. I hated the teacher for doing that to me but at the same time, it served as a wake-up call to me that its time to brush up my English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially had near failure grades for English since i entered my secondary school *around middle school to high school education system* but graduated with a B grade for my O Levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it improved, after that incident. I went to work as a waitress in a restaurant after graduation since the period of time to my next coming school opening was months away. My English was passable as "okay" but not good enough at that time. When communicating with foreign only-English speaking customers, especially those who spoke and understand really bombastic English, i realized that Singlish was totally crippled in those situations. I don't wanna elaborate what happened next but it wasnt a pleasant experience. I got humilated once again, hurray =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the 2 of my horrible experiences of not speaking in proper, internationally understandable English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may rebut, not all countries over the globe speak English. So what? Tell me the chances of meeting those people. But hey, English is still the universal language. I applaud the China students for attempting to improve their English despite their strong stand towards their Chinese culture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Chinese myself, and i daresay that my Chinese is excellent. I may not have a wide vocaburary list in my library but i am certain i speak and write well. Singapore's education system makes us study 2 languages. Since i was given proper education to both languages, its my duty as a student to excel in both. I may not have fantastic grades for both but at least i know majority of the people i met online or in real life, accepted my language command skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envied how the hosts in those American speech shows speak. I love the tone and the way they potray their English so brilliantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life experiences made me swear to speak in proper English in whatever situations i faced. And try my best not to speak in Singlish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me names and criticise me all you want, you proud Singlish speaking SG'eans! Call me an ABC or whatever shit, i could care less. You guys will only know the pain of not speaking in proper English if only you were in my shoes. That will never happen i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love SG, but i hate Singlish. It sounds ugly =( And made SG even uglier when spoken in foreign countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usage of Hokkien *one of the Chinese dialects* vulgarities is another story entirely ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for dropping by and reading this rant essay. Have a great day ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-3006252507387968647?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3006252507387968647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=3006252507387968647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3006252507387968647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3006252507387968647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/09/singlish-english-choose-one-to-excel-in.html' title='Singlish? English? Choose one to excel in.'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-6648916717470797234</id><published>2010-09-19T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T03:20:43.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah, lazy to continue with all my previous incompleted posts. Forget it X) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently busy with work and my own stuffs. Probably opening my personal business soon. You may ask, what the heck of a business you are going to have? Lol, its something related to one of the things i am best at: drawing. Deviant art. I am still setting it up. I have tons of art pieces yet to be uploaded. No time, coz i spent my spares on sleeping, music aaaaaand... Perfect World (International). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yea, i am back in the game again. All those idiots out there who played for a while and left (i mean to those friend and ex-friends of mine who used to grind mobs with me for probably a few weeks), no patience at all you lot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the game for more than 2 years and yet i am still level 50+. I took the game slowly and did not attempt to rush it. Oh whatever. Venomancers ftw. My lovely charc attracted alot of guys asking for my permissions to carry in game... ITS JUST A PIXEL IMAGE! Just applaud my customization skills, i admit i am that GOOD. Btw my veno is still a virgin, nv touched by guys in game *cough... offtopic* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i bought this at HMV that Friday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TJXEf9A4NCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wZkBxbgDiLw/s1600/Tarja-What-Lies-Beneath-US-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TJXEf9A4NCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wZkBxbgDiLw/s320/Tarja-What-Lies-Beneath-US-300x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518532971645645858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally epic. Much much better than her first album. Worth my every cent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarja reminded me of changes. NW changed because she left, replaced with an indept singer whom i srsly hated the way she sings. Which bring me to this topic of people changing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite sometime since i last communicated with my friends out there, everyone's busy with their own stuff. I sat in front of my computer this morning to flip through the Facebook profiles of everyone i know. I see alot of changes. For some, i dont really recognize them anymore. It is quite scary how people change that fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you agree? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few of my friends are married. 4 of them have kids. Some of them became so materialistic. Some became even more bitchy. Some used to be a good student at schoo, and now, they became hooligans wannabes. Some arent outspoken, now they bullet their opinions freely. Some used to be idiots, now they are more mature than me. Some mutated from bad to worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too many examples to list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i find it scary. Am i the only person who retained myself from changing? Almost everyone said that i never changed abit, even if i am out of the school =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the same old joker, who loves to irritate people, make fun of people... thats me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex classmates may say that i have changed. But i didn't. I am very sure. During polytechnic days they are just seeing a mask. So are those bunch of QQ'ers who i fell out of friendship with *which is not even there in the first place i assume*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i really speak my mind out, alot of people will hate me. I point out their faults and they said that i should look into the mirror. It is not as if i do not know what flaws i have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that: &lt;br /&gt;I have an attitute problem but it shows itself in front of idiots who give me shit. &lt;br /&gt;I can suppress my hot temper unless someone managed to force it out of the cage. &lt;br /&gt;I can be overly blunt when people refuse to take me seriously when its time to get serious. &lt;br /&gt;I can be overly patient with stubborn people. &lt;br /&gt;I am too soft hearted and mess things up just because i pity that person. &lt;br /&gt;I keep thoughts to myself and people do not know wth am i thinking at times. &lt;br /&gt;I tend to do things my own way to get what to be done, done when people are disorientated. &lt;br /&gt;I am a loner that people always tend to think that i am a proud person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again. Human influence is very scary. Very very scary. Humans can psycho another into thinking their way. Humans can be so weak minded that they change into what the environment goes like, and failed to retain their own selves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two possibilities: &lt;br /&gt;-Maybe they are always like that in the first place, that were suppressed within them until environment allowed them to release the monster in them. &lt;br /&gt;-Maybe they are like me, change to fit into environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being weak minded is another thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you want the major population to like you, you by all means, try to impress everyone around you, which, i think, is dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a photogenic life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can hope is that people change for the good, not for the worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two good examples here, and i decided to modify them in case it sounds INSULTING. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Example one- My ex. He used to speak in refined english. Now he talks like a ********, he clubs and his attitute is like, crap D: His appearence changed, lol, and probably his interests too from what i see. I don't need to talk to him to observe the change. Worth my 2 cents of concern. I don't miss him, but i missed the him whom i thought he supposed to be *sighs* Initially thought he is the kind of boy with a sunny personality and so. Wrong judgement, come to think of it *facepalm* Let it be a beautiful mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if you happen to read this, let me tell you that, you are easily influenced, but will you even try to suppress youself from being pulled here and there so easily? Probably not, you wont admit it. You are always like that, wanting the photogenic life you are craving for, except that you didnt realize that. *double facepalm* I hope you will wake up. But probably not for these few years. I wont 'stalk' you like other ex'es do to their ex'es, and giving (fake) concern, as a 'friend'? No thanks. I guess you wont appreciate it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example two- And this guy. He used to be a hooligan, what the chinese called, "Ah Beng". A really ****ed up attitute he had that time. I hated him and he hated me, but am surprised to see his friend request on FB. I accepted but blocked him from accessing my entire FB profiles and photographs, initially. He sent me a nudge on msn yesterday night and we talked for quite sometime. I checked out his FB profile today. He graduated from an Aussie uni with a good degree and is a happy engineer, earning bucks. He is so mature that i do not know what the heck happened to him. He hated studying in the past and always skipped school, sleeps during lessons and played with girls. He told me, "Now i am older, looking back, i regretted my folly back in the past. I could have done much better, right?" From the way he speaks and his opinions he gave during our convo, he definitely changed for the good. I hope its for real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this guy doesnt know the existence of this blog, but i hope for the best for him. I am glad that he realized that he used to be such a pain in the arse. From a big troublemaker nutcase to a happy graduate. He went as far as to dig out the past, where he nearly whacked me just because i refused to let him cut the queue in the canteen during primary school, and apologized about it. Hahaa... =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are sure interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be your unique self and remember what are you supposed to be like, for weak minded people out there. I doubt they will tihnk abt this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typed non-stop and i didnt bother so see if every paragraph linked to each other or not. I am practically vomitting all the thoughts i have on my mind now into this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something to let you guys reflect on, have a great day ahead =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-6648916717470797234?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6648916717470797234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=6648916717470797234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6648916717470797234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6648916717470797234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/09/hah-lazy-to-continue-with-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TJXEf9A4NCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wZkBxbgDiLw/s72-c/Tarja-What-Lies-Beneath-US-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-1939410222961956179</id><published>2010-08-23T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:36:38.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A month ago, my left lower back was hurting like hell when i sneezed or tried to bend forward, i guess i dragged this injury for quite sometime already and the pain isn't getting any better. Wet to a chiropractor recently but i re injured myself again, yay =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite sometime since i last blogged. Apparently am waiting for my long awaited course to open application. Working as a freelance chemist. Trying to improve my photo shop skills and my drawings so that i can start earning my first income through deviant art. Am improving my left handing style and those idiots who compare my playing to a youtuber called kyle landry or sth, just go and die *death glare* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main topic here is about piano playing styles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few people said that my left hand style is like tt kyle guy's. We both play arpeggios, but my left hand has got more turnings and octaves. Its more of free styling left handing. Don't compare piano playing styles dammit, different people got different styles, unless you are a noob and only know how to copy *inaccurately*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people could not discover themselves, hence they have got no styles, and only know how to copy or imitate. That is a really wrong way of playing. It is so hard to explain but all i can say is that, by copying styles, you are just like a recorder, your music will have no soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it my back is aching again, damn injury, i will continue with the topic soon =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, i need some rest, thanks for dropping by btw =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-1939410222961956179?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1939410222961956179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=1939410222961956179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1939410222961956179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1939410222961956179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/08/month-ago-my-left-lower-back-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-8827668710317140902</id><published>2010-07-28T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:20:08.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naruto Guys</title><content type='html'>Huh what? My favorite Naruto boy? And why? What a question, Jovette, hahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, thanks for dropping by again =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on, my friend Jov was talking to me about Naruto series development when he suddenly popped the most common question for all the Naruto fan girls out there to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, lemme ask you, in Naruto right, who is your favorite boy, or man? Huh? Tell me! And why? I ask you this because i realized that you never talk about your favorite character/s before... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the question in slowly and thought hard. Well, it is true that i never really think much about the characters but rather, the series development because it is becoming like a cliff hanger and the progress is just as slow as that One Piece, urrgh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jov saw me thinking hard and changed his question: Uh, top ten? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned. For that i have an answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will list the top 10 according to whom i liked the most being listed first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranking form first to tenth... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke &lt;br /&gt;Kiba &lt;br /&gt;Kakashi &lt;br /&gt;Naruto &lt;br /&gt;Gaara&lt;br /&gt;Shikamaru &lt;br /&gt;Neji &lt;br /&gt;Itachi &lt;br /&gt;Sasori *surprised? hahahaa*&lt;br /&gt;Sai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTELY A NO-NO in my list: &lt;br /&gt;Rock Lee *looked like a puppet with abysmally abnormal eyebrows* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEOAGNCXII/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q9VKi80e0jg/s1600/Rock%2520Lee%25202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEOAGNCXII/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q9VKi80e0jg/s320/Rock%2520Lee%25202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499192014824168578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gai *mutated version of Rock Lee* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEOI7m-23I/AAAAAAAAAGE/M6Xpg30Mx8A/s1600/Maito-Gai-naruto-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEOI7m-23I/AAAAAAAAAGE/M6Xpg30Mx8A/s320/Maito-Gai-naruto-photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499192166599023474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orochimaru *he looked like a failed trans* &lt;br /&gt;Kabuto *since he started to resemble Oro in the recent chapters, he is out as well* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many to list, but these 4 are the main ones, hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be considered: &lt;br /&gt;Jiraya *ehem, he is a PERVERT, otherwise, he is interesting, HAHAHAHAA* &lt;br /&gt;Minato *married man don't interest me at all but i looked up him as a hero* &lt;br /&gt;Shino *he can set bugs on those girls whom i don't like*&lt;br /&gt;Haku *too pretty, i am jealous, but i will let you pass* &lt;br /&gt;Deidara *crazy jutsus and a decent looking face, but he is an idiot and a nutcase...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yea, i will probably talk about the girls soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, tribute to Sasuke... or rather, my top 10. =p&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How can you not like Sasuke, Naruto and Shikamaru with his wtf look? XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFBxfKXp-EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bq6hFh6r2cY/s1600/NarutoEpic1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFBxfKXp-EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bq6hFh6r2cY/s320/NarutoEpic1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499019925192833090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke on the left, Naruto in the middle XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFBx2cdOjvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XXysjBPTEU0/s1600/NarutoEpic5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFBx2cdOjvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XXysjBPTEU0/s320/NarutoEpic5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499020325185031922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiba and Akamaru *nin hound*. Alot of girls are going for Sasuke or Naruto. Come on, this guy is cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFBzMstnZII/AAAAAAAAAE0/xMYHJhYEdEg/s1600/Kiba2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFBzMstnZII/AAAAAAAAAE0/xMYHJhYEdEg/s320/Kiba2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499021807017485442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shikamaru, the only idiot guy in the middle *this is a fan art* Can't resist uploading this one, hahaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFB0LDlyfoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-leUCYAFAPg/s1600/naruto1149879981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFB0LDlyfoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-leUCYAFAPg/s320/naruto1149879981.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499022878310563458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasori &lt;3 I don't care if he is a walking puppet dammit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFB02gXUpuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PXJMX0koOdY/s1600/sasori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFB02gXUpuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PXJMX0koOdY/s320/sasori.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499023624768890594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakashi, the lame but smart sensei, hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEL0A66zbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dOVBUGsuuwI/s1600/Kakashi-Hatake-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEL0A66zbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dOVBUGsuuwI/s320/Kakashi-Hatake-17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499189608224312754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEL9765dhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gf5CpQwM8TQ/s1600/sexy_kakashi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEL9765dhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gf5CpQwM8TQ/s320/sexy_kakashi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499189778680739346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neji, the coolness is rival to that of Sasuke's ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEMXvafbEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Yqf2Qcxslrk/s1600/703892-hyuuga_neji_chapter_256_by_hollisisgod_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEMXvafbEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Yqf2Qcxslrk/s320/703892-hyuuga_neji_chapter_256_by_hollisisgod_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499190222000188482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara, eih, look closely, he is quite a looker, hahaa, and his sand control skills &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEM0YV1vKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Fse_9AZK4lg/s1600/photo-243727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEM0YV1vKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Fse_9AZK4lg/s320/photo-243727.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499190714022870178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai, the artist =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFENMRgbgII/AAAAAAAAAFs/9g_F3UnHHLQ/s1600/Naruto_Sai_shoes_ver_01-2-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFENMRgbgII/AAAAAAAAAFs/9g_F3UnHHLQ/s320/Naruto_Sai_shoes_ver_01-2-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499191124505100418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi, Sasuke's older brother, with the hell of a personality and nutcase powers... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFENair00JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_fPxm0N51C0/s1600/normal_517_uchiha_itachi-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFENair00JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_fPxm0N51C0/s320/normal_517_uchiha_itachi-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499191369634467986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2 OF MY FAVORITE PICTURES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEOtjaobHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6Gy3tVmqNGQ/s1600/7617_147446945131_66466500131_3997186_4292061_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEOtjaobHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6Gy3tVmqNGQ/s320/7617_147446945131_66466500131_3997186_4292061_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499192795759930482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEOtTwliHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/afyMTI_eUPU/s1600/Sasuke_by_Sei_ten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEOtTwliHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/afyMTI_eUPU/s320/Sasuke_by_Sei_ten.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499192791557048434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah, how i wish to see Sasuke wearing that Jounin uniform in the anime =/ &lt;br /&gt;Fat hope... hahaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, i got to do some stuffs, thanks for dropping by again to read my nonsense, have a great day ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-8827668710317140902?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8827668710317140902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=8827668710317140902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/8827668710317140902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/8827668710317140902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/07/naruto-guys.html' title='Naruto Guys'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/TFEOAGNCXII/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q9VKi80e0jg/s72-c/Rock%2520Lee%25202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-3878970408514283068</id><published>2010-07-24T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:21:11.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, there is something interesting that made me lol when i think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys know i am working as a 'free lance' chemist in my cousin's workplace. Some lab that mess with medicine products. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always eccentric. And i AM eccentric. What's wrong with that? I got alot of weird habits that makes people think that i am a different species of human being. 'the hell... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those jackass guys there were being such a colossal pain in the neck. After they made fun of my odd habits, i got a even lower opinion of them *colossal pain in the arse*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a chemist lab is quite fun. I see tons of weird bottled chemicals with funny odors. And i see a huge round bottomed flask with a green goo'ish substance bubbling on the bench. I remember that its some kind of extract from fruits with some other weird stuff added. Meant to be made into a throat reliever. The final product will turn into a hard paste which will be used for further research. The green goo'ish bubbles were popping non stop. I finished my work and was staring at the thing for hours, ignoring the stares of those idiot colleagues of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idiot by the name, Jeremy Lim, made fun of me, saying that i am a total weirdo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, does this thing looked yummy to you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies giggled. I seriously detest that guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up, opened the flask stopper, used a dropper to suck up a few drops of the green stuff, walked to his personal table, dripped the stuff into his drinking water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WTH are you doing?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its to poison you with, my dear colleague. Yummy or not, i will wait for your evaluation." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i walked out of the lab with the guy going green in the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch break, i finished eating and bought myself a bottle of Coke. I stood beside the pond, drinking and looking at the kois and their little ones swimming. Was behaving kinda like Shikamaru from the manga/anime Naruto at that point of time, hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They are so free, swimming round and round and round and round... i got work, so troublesome... meh..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys. You know that i am this kind of person, i can stare, stone at the same place and stay there for hours without getting bored. I will lose myself in daydreams and inner thoughts, behaving like a zombie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bastard guy called Leonard Lau asked me with this tone in his voice that i didnt like, "So, whats so nice about the pond?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am waiting for the monster from the bottom of the pond to emerge." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wh... what???" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, same thing happens, he got along 3 female colleagues, or rather, bitches, lol, to poke fun at me staring at the pond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, where's the monster? Has it surfaced?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to come closer and when i see his freaking reflection on the pond surface, i went, "Neh. Monster lorh. Fugly sia." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He teok stun and i just walked away with those bitches giggling at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, those idiots left me alone to work in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am weird. I don't see anything wrong with being weird, eccentric or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am loving it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, keep loving your own unique traits, provided if you have one =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-3878970408514283068?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3878970408514283068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=3878970408514283068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3878970408514283068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3878970408514283068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/07/recently-there-is-something-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-1406352693046692973</id><published>2010-07-11T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T09:57:02.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't really blogged for a while, coz i am busy with stuffs and work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally that damned project is finished, i am having a month break, phew! YES a month! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays people are asking me how am i doing. Well, i am pretty fine. Getting on with my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girls dragged to the topic about boyfriends. Which is the main topic for this post. Gaah! Asked me when am i going to look for one. Well, to tell you the truth, i got a phobia already about getting one =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people can see that i am not a person who express her interest in a guy in a very obvious way. Well, even if i really really liked, or even, fell for him, i will retain a poker face in front of him. Currently, to disappoint you girls, nope, no love interest. Guys are becoming jerks nowadays. Good ones are becoming extinct and i see alot of marriage failures popping up in the news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which linked back to my ex, the only LUCKY guy that managed to become my boyfriend before becoming an ex. And i thought for quite some time and realized that it wasn't a really clean break. As in, i am the one who had to rely on my instincts to guess what the hell was he thinking at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was already prepared for the "I don't love you that much anymore" shit 2 weeks before. He didn't dare to face me and i have to pop that big question to him. Because i don't want to drag it any longer. He clearly doesn't understand what a girl is thinking. When i said it isn't clean, it means that he did not face me in person and say the break up lines he said in his smses. Maybe i would not hate, or rather, dislike him that much if he faced me in person and face the break up like a man. He is that selfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People asked, why am i prepared for the break up. Well, its all about the pre breakup symptoms i faced. I managed to guess his intentions already by then. Him not replying to my sms'es and i practically gave up texting him after 4 days of trying. Spent all his excess time with his friends (not that i did not allow him to hav his personal time, but i gave him waaay tooo much personal time). All reply sms'es on mobile and msn by him are short and irritable. He doesn't really sit that close to me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like he was busy, but i know. My instincts will not fail me. And i was right that he isn't there any more. I prepared myself for the worst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i was prepared already, i wasn't that surprised when he popped that devastating line in his sms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was pretty sad. Of course it was sad. Cried for 2 days and i stopped as i realized that he don't worth my tears at all. BECAUSE I DESERVE BETTER. I was starting to open my feelings more towards him when this shit happens. It was not a long relationship, so i have this suspicion that to him, it isnt love but rather, an infatuation. Ok, i admit i was pretty blind then, should have rejected him. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, i kinda regretted. Not like he cheated me physically or something but rather its because i came to realize that it wasn't really love he is experiencing towards me... LOL kidding, it has happened already, no point brooding over it huh? hahaa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in some ways he changed me in a good way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't talk about his bad here, i am a nice person. I only like to make fun or tease people, regardless they are my friends, ex friends, classmates, teachers whatever. Even him, until now i still joked about the break up and faced it bravely. Joked to my ex sch mates about his stupid habits and all his shit XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did talk opccasionally on WLM but only for straight matters. It is impossible for us to become friends again. Obviously =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People wondered how am i able to cope with the break up. I just tell them: Ex boyfriends are like screws, when you want him out of your head, u unscrew the screw and throw into the bin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not THAT kind of screw, talking about normal screws here =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i continued to listen to the music and bands he loved, eating his favourite food and drinking his favourite beverages, watching movies that is sooo his type, wearing stuff he bought me, looking through at old pictures of us together (without tears of course)... they became a part of me already, a habit, and i don't hate it. No, they don't remind me of him, but rather, i am enjoying my new interests i aquired from him =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls reading this who currently experienced break ups, don't fret/do a death diet/behave like a stalker/die for a jerk who doesnt love you anymore. Forget spamming him with sms coz he will NEVER reply. Forget trying to talk to him because he will avoid you even more. Don't even think of begging him coz that makes you look like shit rather than him being one. Absolutely stupid. Don't just think about his flaws, JOKE the hell out of it. Perhaps will make you feel much better...? =O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are better things in life that are waiting for you. Your ex boyfriend is a part of your life, just like a bridge to get over to a new tomorrow. Why make yourself miserable? At least, you are loved, even though its a past tense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay to cry, but tears will stop but not your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys and girls, you deserved to be loved, but you got to know to love yourself first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys, and thanks for dropping by =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-1406352693046692973?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1406352693046692973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=1406352693046692973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1406352693046692973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1406352693046692973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/07/havent-really-blogged-for-while-coz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-5166235967928753080</id><published>2010-07-03T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T02:43:59.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come to think of it, you guys kept putting the word "righteous" on your lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not as if you all are one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑死人了! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time hearing this word used is when i stepped into poly. From you idiots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my entire life, i never find anyone having the need to use it, nor do i need to use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ridiculously disgusting hearing it from you idiots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-5166235967928753080?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5166235967928753080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=5166235967928753080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5166235967928753080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5166235967928753080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/07/come-to-think-of-it-you-guys-kept.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-1758267117562913309</id><published>2010-06-28T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T07:10:58.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's today isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-1758267117562913309?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1758267117562913309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=1758267117562913309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1758267117562913309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1758267117562913309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-today-isnt-it-28th-july-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-4390773905870116689</id><published>2010-06-26T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T06:25:29.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have not blogged for quite some time because i am busy with some stuffs. I 'fell ill' again. Probably its because of the weather. Currently there are no projects so i am rather free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my extremely sensitive respiratory system, one small little speck of dust made me sneeze for the entire day =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked like someone who is down with flu, so, my mom deduced that i am having flu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt really awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As awful as those nightmares i have got. Gee, they are scarier than the horror movies i watched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, probably because my mind is rather empty, weird things started to appear in my dreams. My dreams are a total comedy with a decent dose of horror. Its 9.24pm now, i go get some nice rest and when i am back again, i tell you some of the weird dreams i have got. The recent one involved PE people x___X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem... Stay tuned, folks =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-4390773905870116689?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4390773905870116689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=4390773905870116689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4390773905870116689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4390773905870116689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/06/have-not-blogged-for-quite-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-7780415763332791286</id><published>2010-05-27T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T02:22:15.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw this</title><content type='html'>It is irritating to hear my friends going on and on about Chuck Norris. I don't see a big deal. And its getting boring and out dated already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was throwing away my old stuffs and chatting with my friend when he popped this out of his mouth: You can chuck anything but you cannot chuck Chuck Norris &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave rolled my eyes and asked him "How so?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He can chuck you. You just can't chuck him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he kept on going about CN and I got pissed. I was still working and trying to think about my work stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to wait till now. Blog time! Now here is my comeback. Listen up you idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I can't chuck chuck norris, all I have to do is to chuck norris, and he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck + Norris = Chuck Norris&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris - Norris = Chuck&lt;br /&gt;Chuck = To throw away&lt;br /&gt;Equation proven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, you told me: Chuck Norris plays Russian Roulette with a fully loaded revolver... and wins.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes! Its fully loaded with air, baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one he told me: Chuck Norris is the only person that can punch a cyclops between the eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the 's' off cyclops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one: Chuck Norris can drown a fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can too. Crude cargo oil over the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one: Chuck Norris can strangle you with a cordless phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you can too, by strangling my mood with your rubbish through the hp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, I know CN jokes are cool But its outdated already. Wanna challenge me with Sarcasm instead? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day folks. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-7780415763332791286?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7780415763332791286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=7780415763332791286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7780415763332791286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7780415763332791286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/05/screw-this.html' title='Screw this'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-2327409636222659395</id><published>2010-05-24T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:42:41.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Interests?</title><content type='html'>Tell me that I am mad. I found myself no longer obsessed with mmos, RPGs and whatever games that used to be around me. My PSP is back with my bro, I didn't even touch my bro's X-Box anymore. Probably the only 2 mmo I am currently MAINTAINING are CabalSEA and Perfect World Int. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of random talk here, so forgive me, I just woke up and and sub-consciously logged into Blogger without myself knowing what the heck am I doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attention span is with applying for unis, or my future schools, music music music and music. Maybe sports, i ran 4.2km 10 times and 2.4km 6 times within this month already, I really enjoyed running. Probably I shall go swimming next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all... I WANNA STUDY!!! &lt;-- this is SO isn't HS at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which explains why am I reading books these few days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, most probably I will be back in NYP for another 10 months... to haunt you guys XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yea, the course I am studying, duh. I missed out applying for NTU and NUS, STUPID ME. Only applied for SMU but I am not really interested in business... Got accepted into Accountancy but am having second thoughts. I really wanted to work towards my dream career. As close as possible. I wanted to work in the field of medicine. Not being a doctor of course, but, I wanted to deal with medicines in the future. Save up enough money, and go traveling... *drifts into dreamland again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why my friends have been asking me out lately. And I am pretty broke this month. Alot of May babies out there... yes, including me. Why? I can't pamper myself? Anyways, will be out this Fri for a mini clique gathering. Missed those bunch of nubs ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, don't ask me why am I going about asking for dota software, my friend Zac, has been bugging me and the others to get it for him. He wanted to play, and he used to be a pro, and he lost the software... awwwww. I gave up on dota ages years so there isn't any reason why I want to play dota again. Unless you can give me a good one. Its just ONE MAP, I don't see the fun in whacking the same thing over and over again. Okay, I admit, for a period of time, its addictive, but I wasn't addicted. I used to team up with that pro and I still remember those days where he owned almost everyone he came across. Although he said that I am a darn good partner but I swore I am never touching that game for quite a period of time. Crazy guy. I vaguely is reminded of someone in PE who is exactly as obsessed with dota as him, except that, he isn't a pro... ops, sorry Landon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiXuan has been asking me to play Forsaken World with her when they started releasing the beta keys. Now we are going to wait for the game to be released. I see potential but I don't know. Not really THAT into games anymore, remember? The graphs looked promising but somehow its just another mutation of Perfect World. I hope the game play is different form PWI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go, bathe and get my bre... I mean, lunch. Before that I will be rolling about on my bed for a while, yes I always do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, ppl. Will blog again soon. Have a great day! And great lectures XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-2327409636222659395?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2327409636222659395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=2327409636222659395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2327409636222659395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2327409636222659395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/05/change-of-interests.html' title='Change of Interests?'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-7268745349079892128</id><published>2010-05-17T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:32:26.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea, 17th May, that's my birthday. According to GMT timing, my birthday hasn't ended yet until it reaches 3pm at SG timing. Well, now, i am living in SG, so, 17th May ended. Just ended. And I am a year older. I really hated getting older. But i can't defy nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, it happened to be my graduation day. I went there for the sake of the handshake, getting my name announced, wearing that freaking hot grad gown and taking pictures with friends. Since the morning, i received several sms'es of friends, wishing me a happy birthday. I don't mind not getting presents, or celebrating my birthday, because i have stopped celebrating my birthday since a long long time ago, unless my sweet friends decided to help me to celebrate it. By giving me a little birthday greeting is more than enough, i am happy already. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation ceremony was pretty boring. Okay, apart from taking pictures, chit chatting, joking around with teachers. We got to assemble from 1.15pm, waited till 3pm to get seated, then wait for honored guests to arrive, speeches, a long wait till your turn to get your hand shook, went back to sit down and wait for all the graduated to finish getting their hand shook, speeches, performance, announcements, end for tea reception. So, it started from 1.15pm to 4.45pm. I was pretty much asleep most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson, ShuXian and, surprisingly, Jonathan 'crashed' into the graduation grounds to accompany me. Very nice of them. Back in PE room and have a photo taking session with PE ppl. Had fun. Spending my birthday hours with these bunch made me happy enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little thanks to Euphemia, and Johnson, you know why =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new lapse of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my previous birthday... &lt;br /&gt;Had ups and downs. &lt;br /&gt;Gained and lost friends. &lt;br /&gt;Experienced all sorts of situations. &lt;br /&gt;Got rid of some bad habits. &lt;br /&gt;Lost some weight. &lt;br /&gt;Got closer to my mom. &lt;br /&gt;Appreciate more music. &lt;br /&gt;Nailed down my dreams to reality. &lt;br /&gt;And many other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, mom, for giving birth to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to the people who are in my life, and who used to be in my life. Am not complete with you people around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sums up my birthday. Thanks to all who cared. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-7268745349079892128?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7268745349079892128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=7268745349079892128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7268745349079892128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7268745349079892128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/05/yea-17th-may-thats-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-502642324240445179</id><published>2010-05-09T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T07:33:02.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day, mom! Love you always, and thanks for giving birth to me &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-502642324240445179?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/502642324240445179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=502642324240445179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/502642324240445179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/502642324240445179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-6655580675228777168</id><published>2010-05-08T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T12:30:12.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will skip posting about PE Audition and Interviews for now. Kinda fed up earlier on because of my brother messing up my windows live messenger. So, not really in a mood to blog about events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised that i will blog today. So i am thinking hard on what to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to glance at my desk for no reason and the first thing my eyes fell on is the delicate silver necklace my ex gave me last year. Don't get me wrong, i am not thinking about him or whatsoever. Just a coincidence. Hahaa... oh well, i shall not go into details but go ahead and ask me about the story behind it when you see me in person. I will not mind at all =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, looking at that necklace produced a spark in my head. So... guess i am going to tell a story. A love story. Not totally original, i got the idea from a story i read 3 years ago. But i modified it. Here goes nothing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL &lt;br /&gt;I love to cycle, and i always do so almost everyday. Love the feeling of the breeze against my face. Since my house is near the beach, i often go there to cycle. There are parks, bbq pits, shops there, that is why the beach is always full of people. But i don't mind, i also love to look at things and scenery along my path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, as usual, i went to the beach's park to cycle, and after an hour, decided to take a break. So i cycled down to the shops there and noticed that there was a newly opened refreshment shop selling fresh fruit juices, milk tea and other cold beverages. I decided to stop there and get a drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line was quite long but it cleared fast, probably the shop owner or helper was pretty good at his/her work. It was almost my turn and i decided to lean forward slightly to have a good look at the menu to see what the shop had got there. I had decided what to get but continued to screen through the menu, when a voice called me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, what can i get for you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up and found myself staring at the person who spoke. It was a boy, around my age, with the most beautiful pair of eyes i had ever seen. He wasn't that extremely good looking but decent enough to take my breath away, according to my standards. Fair complexion, tall and looked quite fit. Smooth complexion framed with untidy dark brown hair which is waxed up nicely... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy continued to smile at me and took me a few seconds to remember what i was there for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, erm... i would like an apple juice, red apple, regular. Iced." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flashed me another one of his charming smiles and turned to prepare my order. I could feel myself blushing slightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took him less than a minute to get my order done, i paid him and took my drink to the nearest bench. I sat there sipping the apple juice, watching the boy doing his work. Took me quite some time to finish my drink and i left with my bike and forgetting to take my heart along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that love at first sight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that encounter, i patronized the store frequently, like, almost everyday when i got out to cycle. The boy definitely remembered me, and seemed that he was anticipating my arrival. Sometimes when there wasn't alot of people, we managed to chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name's Heriat. Working as a part timer, exactly what i had guessed in the beginning. We had great time talking to each other. Became friends. Really wish the time could stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was usual, i cycled at the park again. It was a Wednesday. Surprisingly there wasn't alot of people at the beach. Cycled enough, and i dropped by the shop again. I saw a scene that made my heart stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the shop, the boy was hugging a crying girl in his arms, patting her head gently as he whispered something into her ear. His gaze, was so gentle... so so gentle... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not call out to him. I turned away and got on my bike and cycled straight home. I heard him calling my name, but i ignored him. I cried my eyes out when i got back into my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never went to the shop again. My heart was totally broken. It was a one sided love after all. It hurts. So much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY &lt;br /&gt;I have to get myself a part time job, to save up for a new bike. My old one was rotting and collecting dust at home, and far too rusty to cycle. Am currently working at a beverage store at the beach, damn busy. Usually had tons of customers, and i worked like mad. Freaking tiring. But for the sake of pocket money, guess i got to endure all the crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life as a part timer changed when i first saw her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was working my guts out when i saw her in the queue. She's fair. And was dragging a bike along, wearing a black t shirt with a pair of FBT shorts. As i turned away to prepare my customer's order, i couldn't help but to look at her again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. She is so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 other colleagues were busy serving the customers and i was busy looking at her. She was peering at the menu which was stuck slightly below the counter top. Stupid place to put that menu, but that wasn't my fault. I wanted to look at her face carefully. But I managed to get a closer look at her. She was sweating, probably finished cycling. She got a pair of large almond shaped eyes, dark hazel colored hair... Never seen girls as pretty and cute as this one in my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost engrossed in looking at her when i suddenly remembered that i was still working. So i called out to her to take her order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i loved her voice too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ordered apple juice and leaned onto the counter and watched me as i prepared her order. I could feel my heart beating fast inside me. Got an impulse not to collect any money from her but it was still my job. Oh well. I saw her going to a bench directly facing where i stood behind the counter and enjoyed her drink. I clearly remembered that before she left, she smiled at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SMILED AT ME! Oh god, i am going crazy, I am falling in love with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then i always looked out for her around that time, everyday. We talked when the shop did not have much customers. Her name's Raemi. We became friends. It went on for almost 3 months. I love to see her around, and her watching me as i work. It felt so warm, and so nice. I wished time could just stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid colleagues knew i liked Raemi and teased me when they saw her in the queue. I will try my best to let her cut the queue and put in less ice and more juice in her drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked her alot. So much that i wanted to know everything about her, wanting her to be mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i could not stand it anymore, was lying on my bed and listening to Love drunk by Boys like Girls, and made up my mind. I am going to ask her out when i see her again. Can't stand the thought without having her around. I was too excited that i couldn't sleep at all. I really hope she wouldn't reject me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my ex classmate Kristie happened to visit me. She had tears all over her face and she looked happy. Turns out that her love of 7 years finally proposed to her and she was here to give me her wedding invitation. She was so excited and happy that she got her emotions out of control. Gee... girls... but Raemi isn't that kind of girl. Raemi's kinda, cool, composed, and so cute. I love her being like that. And her smile... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to calm Kristie down. i just gave her a gentle hug and gave her a pat on her head, like what i did to my little sister, telling her that she must be happy always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then i saw Raemi, looking at me with a pained look across her pretty face. The look of someone who got their heart broken. It pained me and i was panicking. I immediately let go of Kristie and called out to her. But she rode away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried that night. And i never see her anymore since that day. I wanted to tell her that it was a misunderstanding. I wanted to tell her that i fell for her. I really wanted... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 MONTHS LATER... &lt;br /&gt;Raemi was cycling as usual, but she took another route so that she never see that shop again. She thought about her one sided love again, and a look of disappointment flashed across her face again. She decided not to think about it. She realized that she could not get over it because she wanted to confirm what she last saw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity, she decided to take a detour and rode over to the row of shops. She went to the shop where Heriat used to work at. She wondered if he was still working there. One of the boys at the counter recognized her and called out to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey. You are that girl, who used to come by to buy a drink right? Last time..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erh, yea... you remembered me? That was so long ago." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well yea, of course. Because Heriat..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, what happened to him?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He quitted, a week after he didn't see you around." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He looked pretty down you know? What happened?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raemi did not know what to say. She walked to the bench and sat down, sighing to herself. She began to recall again the day she and Heriat met when a hand gently pressed on her shoulder. she almost screamed and stood up abruptly, only to face Heriat, with a bike beside him. He said nothing, but handed her a regular-sized cup of apple juice. Unknowingly, she took the cup from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Heriat spoke, "Can you spare me a few minutes... please?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raemi wanted to reject, but she knew in her heart that she wanted an answer about the scene she last saw, probably, this would be a good chance to get thing clear and let it go. So she moved aside and Heriat sat down beside her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told her everything. Raemi said nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say, why are you explaining this to me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want you to get the wrong idea." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why Does it matter much?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It does." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind, don't force yourself to explain anymore. It's okay." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to stand up, but Heriat grabbed her arm and spluttered out, "Raemi! Please go out with me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a pleading look on his face and his words became a mumble,"Because...i really like.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE YEARS LATER... &lt;br /&gt;"Hey, HEEEY! Wait for me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry dear, I got to queue up first! It is always sold out, i am getting it this time!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its okay! REALLY!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOOOO IT ISN'T ! IT'S A MUST!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy looked happily at his girfriend as he walked back to her with a huge cup of apple juice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last cup, i managed to get it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am really okay without having it, silly." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awwww don't call me silly. It's really important!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why important?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because..." Heriat leaned forward and gave Raemi a gentle kiss on her lips. "This is what brought us together." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I'm done. Abit cheesy... but hope you guys liked it. Too much drama these few days, couldn't help it &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i got to sleep, it's 3.30am. Damn sleepy. And thanks for reading! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-6655580675228777168?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6655580675228777168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=6655580675228777168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6655580675228777168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6655580675228777168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-will-skip-posting-about-pe-audition.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-1504113525696400463</id><published>2010-05-03T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:12:21.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently I got 6 particular songs by Boys Like Girls, someone sent it to me. Am pretty happy to have more additions in my iPod. Those 6 songs are sort of, leaked out into the public by accident. One of the song is a cover BLG did, it was pretty nice. A slightly different singing style Martin showcased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sways with the music* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am blasting them in my ears now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPod screen cracked, although it worked fine, i just cant figure out the menu bar... need to get a new one. Or, someone gift me a new one for my birthday? *hopeful look, then smacks herself* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream on, girl XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i managed to convert Lady GaGa's Bad Romance into piano version, can't wait to play it on piano... and annoy Edwin when i go to the Piano Room this Wednesday =p Yea, i am going to help out this Wednesday, with the interviews and auditioning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really much to blog about for now. Pretty sleepy. Probably will be listening to some songs before i get to bed. Don't understand why i am having a lot of dreams these few days, can't really sleep well. Needed tons of music to get my mind occupied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, check out Shane Dawson's on YouTube, and... for those who know the song, Bad Romance, by Lady GaGa, check out Daughtry's version, acoustic version. THAT, i call that decent music, really, you guys got to check it out, his version is really AWESOME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, lemme find the link... &lt;br /&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqT4VnnEU0M &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i can't seem to get the link done, so, you guys got to type it out D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and listen, please, it is really nice! I am so going to rip the music off from YouTube. &lt;-- illegal =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. I am going to have another round of music to soothe my mind. Probably will blog again this weekend about PE's interviews and auditions. Don't look me up on FB, i won't be active there, other than playing around with statuses, and the games, that's all. Any thing, just shoot me an sms ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an early night, guys ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-1504113525696400463?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1504113525696400463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=1504113525696400463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1504113525696400463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1504113525696400463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/05/recently-i-got-6-particular-songs-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-101468369592295192</id><published>2010-05-01T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:23:15.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remembered</title><content type='html'>Sorry for this depressing post, but i have to delicate it to someone important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1st is always a depressing day for me. The day before, i went to visit a particular person, with 3 stalks for sun flowers. With a very heavy heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably was anticipating my arrival, because the weather was fine during my journey to and back. Thanks, i hated walking my sneakers over the mud. Have to say sorry for not being able to make it on May 1st, and probably this will be the very last time i am visiting you. But i will try to visit again within now to next year's May 1st. Your parents will be bringing you back to your country on your 21st birthday, have you forgotten? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those sun flowers, hope you liked them, i picked the biggest and the freshest ones. They are my favourites too. Weird for a guy XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kinda, reminded me of my ex boyfriend, but different of course. Hey hey, don't get me wrong! I am not comapring, but you really resembled him in someways, i meant, the interests and stuff like that. Definitely not personality and the character, nor the looks, lol. And my stupid ex is far too positive, he deserves a good spanking .___. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big difference, best firends are always together, while ex'es are history. Sad huh? Don't worry about me, regarding my ex, i am alright, i learnt to let go. Kinda difficult, because i am a loyal person, but it will be alright. I have a few best friends out there, and a ton of good friends, but you will always be in my list. Always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the first day when we met. Had some trouble with some classmates about the group project, you know who those people are. I was playing some overly depressing classical piece on the club's piano when you opened the door just to tell me that i played very well. Thanks to you and a few others, i began to see the positivity in life, not overly positive tho XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered when we played our first duet as best friends. That was pretty cool. The applause was loud, and long. Yiruma's album was out for sometime and there was this song called, River Flows In You. You loved the song. Asked me to play a duet with you. Well, my current club mates are sick of River Flows. Even though i told them that River Flows is getting boring, that is a total fat lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know that will be our first and final duet. When i saw you again, your eyes are closed eternally. And i played the same song for you on the piano, while looking at your sleeping face. I did not cry at the time because i know you will always be around. I can feel it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 4 years or so since you were gone. Regretted not taking any photo with you then. All of us missed you, you know that? Probaby they are crying at your 'house' earlier on. Damn i hate you. Now i cant stop my tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will drop by again. Before you shift 'house', that is. I definitely will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are smiling right? Yes you are. I will visit your 'new house' for sure in the future, probably. Tell me how does it feel to be back in your own country then. That is also one of the countries my ex wanted to go to, you know =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, its 2.30am here, i am getting sleepy, so, i will go to bed first, okay? I need to deal with an idiot of a neighbour next morning, he is really irritating. We will talk agian if theres chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always prefer to use "Ciao", "Aidios" and "Cya" to say bye. You taught me this, so i am saying it to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, Ah Wei. And Happy Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-101468369592295192?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/101468369592295192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=101468369592295192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/101468369592295192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/101468369592295192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-remembered.html' title='I Remembered'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-478818983039525847</id><published>2010-04-25T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T05:54:56.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Crawl 2010 Day Two</title><content type='html'>Thursday 22nd April 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing happened like yesterday, but this time its slightly different. My voice... oh my gawd. Its still at Alto D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up slightly later, reached the booth around 10.45am. Tested my voice again, and it still sounded WEIRD. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mervyn prepared the booth, and bought throat drops, where me and Edwin snatched them from the table. I needed throat drops badly, my voice was getting hoarse =.= I don't want to sound like a trans zz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to perform again, different song but same band. I played The Great Escape ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the booth and swallowed down my breakfast aka lunch. Went to help out again, that's when Johnson came. Me, him and Edwin decided to skip off for a lunch break. Bought some snacks and we all went back to the PE room to have some decent air con and a quiet environment to eat. Went back to the booth at 3pm sharp and continue to help out. Talked non-stop again and, oh well, my voice, i guess its really gone case. I think it dropped for abit, mid alto to tenor. Drank tons of vinegar and water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day, we managed to recruit decent number of people. Leslie came by to disturb again. Saw Evangeline and WenXin as well. Talked for abit. Me and Johnson went off early first, to HMV and had our dinner outside. Reached home at around 9.45pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgot to tell you guys. Other than playing CabalSEA for abit on Edwin's laptop, we were mad about badges given out during the club crawl. Theres one, a specific one, which me, Leslie and Edwin are targeting. Eventually we got it in the end XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/S9Q7d8PFdzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/j9eS_3dwinI/s1600/P0250_250410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/S9Q7d8PFdzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/j9eS_3dwinI/s320/P0250_250410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464057633478899506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us, happiness, is music. =^__^=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-478818983039525847?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/478818983039525847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=478818983039525847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/478818983039525847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/478818983039525847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/04/club-crawl-2010-day-two.html' title='Club Crawl 2010 Day Two'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/S9Q7d8PFdzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/j9eS_3dwinI/s72-c/P0250_250410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-1261751768626599112</id><published>2010-04-25T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:42:30.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Crawl 2010 Day One</title><content type='html'>Another update! I am still at the chalet, for your info. Coming back tomorrow morning probably. Am using JY's laptop to blog now. I will be telling you guys about the Piano Ensemble at the Club Crawl on the 21st and the 22nd since quite a few of you guys asked ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 21st April 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8am and still feeling quite sleepy. I almost forgot to put on my club t shirt, but eventually threw it on with a pair of jeans and sneakers, and was on my way. Walked all the way to the bus interchange all sweaty and caught bus 72. Thankfully it is a double decker and i sat at my usual seat, enjoying the air con. Fell asleep and almost overslept when the bus reached YCK Bus Interchange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Johnson at the MRT and walked to school together. Reached the room at about 10.20am. Slacked for abit before going to the sports hall to prepare the booth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was to perform a piece with 3 other club mates at 11.45am. The first performer was Kelvin and Jonathan, doing a duet. Jonathan was playing the piece so nicely, but then, guess what Kelvin was doing? SINGING. Gee... quite a few of us were like, since when PE becomes VE? o.O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, probably because Kelvin was acting all weird when he was, idk, people were laughing at him =/ regarding Kelvin's singing, i shall keep the comments to myself, don't wanna criticize, not very nice, LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, shhhhhhhh. Wanna know? Call me or if you see me on the streets, i will do a demo of what happened XP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwin played 2 classical pieces, which attracted a great deal of attention. He played very well, as usual, loud and all. I enjoyed his playing even though it's... SPAAMMMMMM! Kidding, LOL. They were good. Noisy fella he was, hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn, went up, sat down, played Love Drunk by Boys Like Girls. I believed if i played pop music, it will sure catch people's attention. BLG is quite famous among  SG teens, guess i did make a right choice... or not? Applause is quite satisfying, i assumed my performance was quite okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the booth to see Aldrich, Johnson, Mervyn and Ron, distributing fliers and pulling people to sign up. But i had to admit, that this year, not really alot of pulling needed, quite a huge number of people approached us. The Beginners list was filled up before noon, but no worries, we copied quite a few extra pieces for people to fill in later the day XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to get a quick lunch, eating and helping interested people to sign up at the same time, hail multitasking =d &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ald and Merv went to their OIPP talk, leaving the rest of us tending the booth. I spammed a few songs in the morning before my turn to pull 'customers'. Talked my voice hoarse but managed to get quite a few people to sign up. There was a good number of Advanced players signing up, which made my quite happy. Grade 7, grade 8 and Diploma students like me ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson left early, because he got something on. Leaving, me, Ron, Jonathan, ShuXian, and Edwin at the booth. Leslie *Cabal freak* came by, Nik *C Pop maniac* and Leonard *Mr Poker Chee*, and so did... ehem, Landon *the crazyy dota freeeak*, lol, and ZQ of course, was at the booth for almost the entire day. Because he was the next in line to take on the club president post after Ald. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue talking till 6.30pm, where we packed up and went back to the PE room. They went to get dinner, while i decided not to eat, because i ate a late lunch. Listened to crap talk and i decided that i had enough, so i went home. ZQ and Leonard went off first, but, i managed to catch up with them =/ Took circle Line with them, b*tched abit about some idiot in the club, ehem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went reached home with Alto for my voice =.= Drank tons of herbal tea to get my voice back to normal zzz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, but fun. Decided to sleep early to prepare for the next day. Think i fell asleep almost immediately &gt;&lt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-1261751768626599112?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1261751768626599112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=1261751768626599112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1261751768626599112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1261751768626599112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/04/club-crawl-2010-day-one.html' title='Club Crawl 2010 Day One'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-5843458350613325070</id><published>2010-04-21T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T10:56:36.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>I got bored, so i decided to look through some youtube game videos. I found this video quite entertaining. Looking at the comments, i decided to spend a little time to translate it since i am bilingual, more like trilingual... oh whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVDXwoxoR2s &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whole paragraph of poems, I won’t bother to translate* &lt;br /&gt;Legend says, there used to be a young man called Zhang XiaoFan and Lu Xueqi, disciples from QingYun martial sect, both were ordered to slay demons over the lands. &lt;br /&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;To the girl, the young man, apparently her senior, shouted “Junior! Be careful, there’s an ambush!” &lt;br /&gt;“Zhang XiaoFan, Lu Xueqi! You two amateurs of QingYun Sect! You actually dared to kill the people from my sect! You two shall pay with your lives right here!” &lt;br /&gt;“Oh, the 4 best disciples of the Demonic Sects, isn’t that too much of honor?” &lt;br /&gt;“Junior, let’s retreat from for the time being!” *both running away*&lt;br /&gt;“Right!” &lt;br /&gt;“Kill them!” *fighting* &lt;br /&gt;*and more fighting* &lt;br /&gt;“Junior! Quick! Run away!” &lt;br /&gt;*a young lady walks by* &lt;br /&gt;??? &lt;br /&gt;“Eih? This person…” *kneels down*&lt;br /&gt;“Such terrible wounds…” &lt;br /&gt;“My master told me, such wounds have to be treated with…” *she starts to list out the herbs to use* &lt;br /&gt;*farming for herbs on land, in rivers, mountains* &lt;br /&gt;“Please get well soon…” &lt;br /&gt;“Careful, walk slowly…” *apparently the guy recovered*&lt;br /&gt;*under Biyao’s intensive care, Zhang XiaoFan recovered* &lt;br /&gt;“Biyao! You can do it!” *both are practicing their martial skills* &lt;br /&gt;“You be careful yourself!” *Biyao replied in a friendly way as she countered his attacks*&lt;br /&gt;“My master told me, that Mesmerizing Blow’s final move will cause the skys to change.”&lt;br /&gt;“Thundering of the 9 Skies, the move, why can’t I execute it?” &lt;br /&gt;“Because… the move is mesmerizing! You got to mermerize youself to deliver that blow, hehe…” &lt;br /&gt;“Heh heh…” &lt;br /&gt;Note: the above translation about the skills, I tried my best, although sounds kinda lame &lt;br /&gt;“XiaoFan, lets rest here for now.” &lt;br /&gt;“Biyao, wait first.” &lt;br /&gt;*wipes off dust form the rock* &lt;br /&gt;“XiaoFan, why are you so nice to me? I am the daughter of the Demon Lord, you know?” &lt;br /&gt;“Yea, why…?” &lt;br /&gt;“You know, even if the world’s greatest treasures are in front of me, they can’t hold a candle to the sleeve that you wiped off the dust.” &lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, the noise around them seemed to be cut into absolute silence, a pair of gentle eyes, looking back at his. &lt;br /&gt;Looking back after years passed, can you ever recall the point of time when someone ever whispers to you, true words beneath the heart? &lt;br /&gt;At that moment, he opened his arms and embraced the beautiful lady. &lt;br /&gt;*black screen* “…a month later…” &lt;br /&gt;“Senior! Biyao is the Demon Lord’s daughter! How could you get so close to her?!” &lt;br /&gt;“Erh…” &lt;br /&gt;“Biyao, I will repay you someday, when fate allows.” &lt;br /&gt;“You… do take care.” &lt;br /&gt;*XiaoFan and his junior took flight* &lt;br /&gt;*The night is still as water, stars shining high above, as if laughing at the mortal matters being insignificant. As the mountain breeze blew, Biyao felt a sense of coldness within her heart. Looking at the distance, hearing her own voice saying: This is to repay me…? &lt;br /&gt;The night reflecting her lonely shadow… &lt;br /&gt;*junior and senior walking towards the Demon Lord’s lair* &lt;br /&gt;“Demon Lord!” &lt;br /&gt;“I let both of you off by accident last time, it will not happen again! I will personally eliminate the two of you!” &lt;br /&gt;“Senior! We can’t deal with him yet, let’s go, quick!” &lt;br /&gt;*fleeing*&lt;br /&gt;*reaching the celestial tower* &lt;br /&gt;“Looks like it is inevitable for a battle!” &lt;br /&gt;“Sheesh! Demon and its evil ways! Enough of all your meaningless speech!” &lt;br /&gt;“Come on!” &lt;br /&gt;*fighting with skill incantations* &lt;br /&gt;“Junior!” *apparently, she got a bad hit* &lt;br /&gt;A stream of blood flows from the corner of his mouth. Being trapped within no matter how much energy he could muster. &lt;br /&gt;“Ahahahahaha…! Then I shall send you couple to the depths of hell!” &lt;br /&gt;A lone figure stepped into the fight. The familiar figure. Delicate hands pushed XianFan aside. The voice that disappeared after an eternity surfaced into her mind again. Standing between her father and her lover, she smiled faintly despite the oncoming danger approaching… &lt;br /&gt;“Daughter, you…!” &lt;br /&gt;“Nooo!!!” &lt;br /&gt;A wave of energy overflowed within. &lt;br /&gt;“Mesmerizing Blow Ultimate Skill, Thundering of The 9 Skies!” &lt;br /&gt;He only managed to understand it’s execution requirements upon the final minute. &lt;br /&gt;The young man knelt down and gave an anguished cry. &lt;br /&gt;*some phrase with black screen, won’t bother to translate* &lt;br /&gt;XiaoFan mediated in front of the tombstone of his dead lover. The tombstone disappeared and Biyao appeared in front of him. &lt;br /&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;“Biyao! Is it really you?!” &lt;br /&gt;“No! Don’t come any closer!” &lt;br /&gt;“We… are already separated. I am dead, while you are alive.” &lt;br /&gt;“Biyao…” *starts crying* &lt;br /&gt;“XiaoFan… live on. I am leaving, please take care.” &lt;br /&gt; *accends to the skies above* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of translation. Sorry, I tried my best, my Chinese isn't incredible =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what a bored person will do XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-5843458350613325070?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5843458350613325070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=5843458350613325070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5843458350613325070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5843458350613325070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/04/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-5852490811085803126</id><published>2010-04-18T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T06:26:37.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I pray and pray that SMU will accept my application =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club crawl this coming Wed and Thurs. I got the t shirt i designed. Fits pretty well on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, those idiots who complained about the designs, unless you can do a better job, then shut the hell up. It is not easy to design the stupid fonts and i have to draw it out with a pen first and took weeks to modify them in PhotoShop. And the back prints, creating a template, imbuing the piano keys into the template and perfecting the rough lines is not as easy as what you see on the shirt. If you know nothing about the hard work, don't complain. Zip up your damned mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i will be performing, this Wednesday, hmmm... around 11am+ to 12pm. Brings back memories what i first helped out at the club crawl. Love Drunk will be the song, most students will appreciate pop band music. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Cabal, i am getting bored. Time to pk bots in war channel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-5852490811085803126?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5852490811085803126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=5852490811085803126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5852490811085803126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5852490811085803126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-pray-and-pray-that-smu-will-accept-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-5939727029516758970</id><published>2010-04-08T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:47:03.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriosuly Lifehouse's new album is really good and soothing to listen to. smoke&amp;mirrors, that is. Taking a break from BLG, Lifehouse is a good alternative. I got addicted already. But i am yet still spamming Love Drunk and Two is Better Than One on my piano =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently read up about the new Fairy Tail plot and currently i am jumping up and down around, cant wait for the next chapter to be released. Erza and Gray into action. Dont wanna discuss about the theory here because... i am jsut too restless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Gray and Erza are a perfect couple to me. Shoo! Llauvia! Shoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of me loving piano playing, i am after this manga/anime called Piano no Mori. I can somehow understand what the author is trying to say about Kai's playing and his world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music that a person played connects with one's heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the people in Piano Ensemble... technically inclined wise i see a minimal. But their music they played, i will not remember it. Souless music with only technical displays. Most of the people who played the piano never realize that they are in that group. Just like Amamiya. He doesnt know what is lacking in his music. He is only well known for his perfect playing, his technical skills and his background. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai's music strikes the peoples' souls. They will remember his music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be like that. I wanted MY MUSIC to be heard, i dont want people to recognize my music by me in person, or by its technical skills, but my music and my style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who have little kids who are so called, genius in piano playing, performed in the concert hall and so, whatever, i admit technically wise they are good. Really good. But you shouldnt call them that until they grow up, when they know about the world of emotions, if they managed to blend in their emotions beautifully into the music, i will call them a genius then. As kids, just give simple praises. Dont brand them genius straight away if you are seeing the current state only. Mark them when they have fully grown. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The damned comparison of my playing style to this person called Kyle Landy who is famous online, i am really pissed. Like that guy, i do LOVE to play arpeggios with my left hand as base, but still, regardless of teachical skills, style or music, we are diffferent. STOP THE DAMNED COMPARISON, YOU NUTTERS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our arpeggio playing styles are different. Different! &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont compare this pianist to that. All pianists are different. They are to be appreciated individually. Thats, the true way of appreciating music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and flame me, I know myself better than you guys. I love the way i improvise my music. I love my music, i love my piano playing, love my style and i love my world. I wont change it. It represents me. Love it or hate it. It is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-5939727029516758970?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5939727029516758970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=5939727029516758970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5939727029516758970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5939727029516758970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/04/seriosuly-lifehouses-new-album-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-1644553003855460751</id><published>2010-04-08T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:55:50.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be yourself, because the original one is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-1644553003855460751?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1644553003855460751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=1644553003855460751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1644553003855460751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1644553003855460751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/04/be-yourself-because-original-one-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-7575234613363144509</id><published>2010-03-18T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T05:58:38.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was listening to We Are The Fallen, as my friend was talking about how it was similar to the band i loved, Evanescence. And i realized something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Are The Fallen has members *other than the fail lead singer* who used to be in Evanescence. Fallen got its name, from what most of the Evanescence fans said, from Evanscence's 2nd album, Fallen. The lead singer seemed to resemble Amy Lee more and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i will not buy their album. It is obvious that Fallen is just another Evanescence wannabe and look-a-like. What's more, the music, and everything, resembles Evanescence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is different, is Amy Lee's talent. She sings well, plays a harp, piano. Compared to Amy, Carly may have decent vocals but she can never hold a candle to Amy. Room for improvement, but depends on which direction is she heading. Carly's future is ruined right at the time when she joined We Are The Fallen. It is pretty sad, she has the potential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band's name is We Are The Fallen. Proved right, as the name tells it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. Be original.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-7575234613363144509?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7575234613363144509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=7575234613363144509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7575234613363144509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/7575234613363144509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/03/was-listening-to-we-are-fallen-as-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-4266964914334441024</id><published>2010-02-01T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:26:14.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.=</title><content type='html'>I dont see a need to show off and brag about what concert i have went to just to make people jealous. But since all of you are asking me i shall post here nice and short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, other than Maksim's piano concert at The Esplanade, and missing out Boys Like Girls' gig at Sentosa thanks to someone who is darn stupid enough to lose the tickets, i did went to Green Day's concert too. Usual songs they played, other than having alot of the "F" word and vulgarities which may piss some of you guys off, their music is great, loud tho, but great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to post about songs here. Note that all i listed are from various BAND GROUPS. I am a sucker for band music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw to people who are still unsure if my MOST favourite song frm BLG is either The Great Escape, Love Drunk, The Top Of The World or Thunder, my answer is: Love Drunk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Green Day, its not Shes a Rebel, or American Idiot, its Holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NightWish's will be Sleeping Sun and Ghost Love Score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We The Kings' will be, Skyway Avenue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Time Low's will be Damn if i do ya' and Dear Maria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Click 5's will be Friday Night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance's will be The Black Parade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boys' will be Dance Dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take That's will be Reach Out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Plan's will be Untitled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondhand Serenade's will be Fall For You and Suppose. *i actually bought the deluxe album, weeee* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fray's will be How to Save A Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evanescence's will be Lithium and Weight Of The World. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park's will be In The End and Valentines' Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Learn To Rock *yes yes i know i know*, it will be 25 Minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much to list, but most of these songs *not all* that i listed down, i do play them on the piano. Now you guys know what song to request next time you see me around with the piano =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-4266964914334441024?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4266964914334441024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=4266964914334441024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4266964914334441024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4266964914334441024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='=.='/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-8930553498230092191</id><published>2010-01-28T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:27:12.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Like Girls concert</title><content type='html'>BLG *Boys Like Girls* Concert Mayhem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shit, guess what happened? I was supposed to go to their gig at Sentosa today. The person who bought the tickets insisted that he would safe keep them, and in the end, they are all gone. GONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front column tickets at S$98 each. 5 of them, including that ticket of that idiot who bought all the 5 tickets together with his. GONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren was devastated when we got the news yesterday. He went to that person's house and both of them turned the bedroom upside down to find the tickets. Searched every possible and impossible places. All in vain. Nothing was found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could someone be so freaking careless to lose such an important *to me* and expensive stuff like that?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my chance to see the band playing live. GG zzz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope they hold an autograph session before they leave SG =( &lt;br /&gt;I will be willing to forget what happened to the tickets as long as i can get them to sign on my guitar *and see them in person* &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not about the money. Its about the feeling of being at the concert live. Hearing them playing the guitar live. LIVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit i am feeling so miserable and emo now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that idiot who lost my ticket, pay me back my S$98 bucks ASAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-8930553498230092191?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8930553498230092191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=8930553498230092191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/8930553498230092191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/8930553498230092191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/01/boys-like-girls-concert.html' title='Boys Like Girls concert'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-9018515907776097187</id><published>2010-01-17T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T05:17:14.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>Never have i felt so much better after pouring out all my residue thoughts on my previous post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant help it, that has been bothering me for ages, especially the blog thing, because i dont wanna cry in the dark anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-9018515907776097187?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/9018515907776097187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=9018515907776097187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/9018515907776097187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/9018515907776097187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/01/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-3738301002020776817</id><published>2010-01-16T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:32:23.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of A Club</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you just cannot help it but to have bad memories flooding into your head at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this post, i will start to use vulgarities. I am very sorry, but this time, i cant keep my language clean anymore. Maybe it is mild, maybe it is heavy. I dont know. It will be a very long post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, is about my current club, Piano Ensemble. I seriously dun care if PE people are reading this blog right now, because, if i continue to shut the fuck up under the so-called, 'elite committee members' of the club's 'FEARSOME power', either i will get even more depressed, or i will continue being a backup pillow like poor Edwin or Johnson *who apparently have alot of bright and realistic plans for the club but were THROWN ASIDE sadly* if ALL plans for the club fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and criticize me all you want. Call me a whiner, whimp, troublemaker, annoying bitch who only knows how to complain like Audrey, whatever shit. I fuck care. And people who are ignorant, STFU. If you were me, and in my situation, you'd cry too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I done what i can, wanted to help. Apparently, i wasnt needed. And ironically, i heard things frm the committee saying that they needed people to help. Waaaah, so so incredible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i am not posting this at my other blog? Well, rem that other blog is only talking about my life. This blog is mainly for talking about things and events that come into my life, either to make me happy, or sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This club made me both happy and sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just a little summary about my club. From the club name itself, you guys should know what is it all about. A bunch of people, who enjoy composing music and playing the piano, appreciating music, sharing their interests of music in the club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds pretty cool huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, since last year, around July, the club started to break apart. The bonds between people are bloody shaky. Juniors were no where seen, except for a few, who came either to play the piano only, or enjoy people's company, thats all. Nah beih its damn sad. No more lessons coz people are unwilling to teach *well i dont mind grp of 3 teaching but no more than that*, the enthu learning attitute of the juniors, the togetherness of the club, the support of the club by the seniors. What happened? People, some of my dear people in the committee, hold on to their dear dear posts and doing nothing. NOTHING! The posts are so nice to hold on. Like, whooa! I am an ExCo member of the club. I am the club's president. I am the treasurer of the club. Freaking nice names. Its not a name, its a freaking post, your JOB in the club, idiots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i wasnt one, i dont have any power to help. Although i was sort of, in the committee, for like, one month, ONLY???!!! Might as well as scrape off the idea of putting me in at the first place DAMMIT. Like i care being inside or not. But, as i said, i wasnt inside, i dont have any power to do anything to build up the club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the club only looked like, a coffee cafe, for people to go in, waste time, camp there to pass time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my ex club in my ex school. See. Look at the members? Not everyone is in the picture, only the performers. We have so many members that we have to rotate the juniors to be put in for any performances outside. The number in the picture, is like, half, or three quarters of the club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/S1LArtPsX0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/2yg8fBPQPSY/s1600-h/n743669116_609261_5618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/S1LArtPsX0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/2yg8fBPQPSY/s320/n743669116_609261_5618.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427612358047194946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lack heavily of instruments but people are still willing to come. Even from the other branch of the school, well, at that time, the school has 2 branches, so yea. It was a looong way to my school yet they still are willing to come over. Love them to core. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bonds are strong, unlike this club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems as if the club only belongs to Ald, Landon and Merv. Only 3 of them know what the fuck is going on. WHAT ARE THE REST OF THE COMMITTEE? OUTSIDERS? WHAT ARE THE REST OF THE MEMBERS OF THE CLUB, OUTSIDERS? They may say that they will update, but we havent gotten any single updates since the start of my industrial attachment, since last year's September. They can give excuses, EXCUSES, that we are busy with attachment and crap like that, so, someone explain why am i able to make a trip back to school right after my work just to teach my dEaR Landon our duet for the performance, which he conveniently chickened out in the last minute? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now, the main thing that REALLY makes my blood boil. The club blog. The fucking club blog. It was initially my job. I may take a long time, but i did it. As in, i really finished the skin. Blog skin, and i even created the blog already, just to put in my blog skin i painfully created using the squeezed time from my really busy schedule. Like, wtf, i really did sth okay?! I dont just talk, like some people in the club, i really finished that god damn blogskin. And when i was touching up the blog, and even posted something there, preparing to announce that it will be released on Christmas Day to PE people, lo behold!!! WHOOA!!! The NEW club blog link popped out from no where on Landon's msn personal message. I was already fuming, coz i dont know when the fuck they created the new blog. I was WAITING for them to take initiative to INFORM me what the hell is happening. But, NO! Dont tell me that i should ask them myself, dont tell me that its my fault! I know nuts about the updates and i know nuts about what fuck are they thinking, planning and doing during my absence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for MORE than 2 weeks, still, NOTHING! As if they expected me to know what is happening. WTH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i had to shoot Ald a nice little sms to DEMAND what the heck was going on. Guess what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We were still waiting for your blogskin design." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD I KNOW? I already lost it totally when the blog was out dammit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blogskin, made up with all sorts of animations, using flash and etc programmes, nice little border designs i crafted using photoshop... i deleted them out of anger. Since they have a new blog, new blogskin already, guess there isnt a need to use mine huh? It would be rude if they changed Audrey's blogskin to mine. So, fine! Mine isnt needed, so i chuck my design into the recycle bin. And oh, why does Audrey come into the picture? I thought she doesnt belong to the club anymore? I thought she said she is out? I did not see her around since the last meeting, like, last year... after the fucking orientation. Who is the stupid bastard who approached her to create the blogskin? Must be Landon, isnt that obvious?! &lt;strong&gt;Thanks to the blog crap, i have cried and cried and cried so much that i cant cry more than that in my entire life.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since me and my efforts are regarded as trash, fine then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the efforts, people who tried to help, wasnt appreciated, why should they continue to work for them?! They are still people,  like you and i. What makes you think that they are different from you guys? I have been generous enough to give my t shirt design to the club already, without asking for a single cent, all they have to do is to ask for my permission to use it, apparently, history is going to repeat again. Treat is as they are smart and i m a dumbass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is fucking poor. Bonds between people are like crap now. Juniors, only a few are seen around. Like, does this even look like a club in the first place? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i am happy about the club are the people who are became my best friends. Reliable and trusting friends, who are understanding as well. I am glad that we became friends. Johnson is the one who made me feel welcomed into the club. When i first joined, i was welcomed, i felt so distant, people are ignoring me, coz i am new there, dont expect me to be, oh wow i-am-such-a-sociable-person, and talk to the people there. He is the first person who approached me and talked to me, made me feel welcomed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant the club be like that when treating the juniors? Pleasee! Not all juniors are freaking sociable. Give the right medication to the right treatment, have you heard of this phrase huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the happened, and many more for me to talk about, even darker things, i will keep them mumb. I have said enough. I have cried enough. I really love the club, thats why i hated it for breaking apart. Hated the people who run it to its current state. Hated myself for being an idiot. Hated all that happened that cracked more bonds between people in the club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to have faith in it, but, in the first place, at least, let me see something good happening in the club to let my develop me faith. Seems that there isnt any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart of the club is void already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-3738301002020776817?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3738301002020776817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=3738301002020776817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3738301002020776817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3738301002020776817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/01/heart-of-club.html' title='Heart of A Club'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/S1LArtPsX0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/2yg8fBPQPSY/s72-c/n743669116_609261_5618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-2354362631801303570</id><published>2010-01-13T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:46:18.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>Someone whom i stopped talking to for more than 3 months waved hi to me today, i was damn stunned that i dunno how the heck to react. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the random post. Was feeling rather emo today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-2354362631801303570?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2354362631801303570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=2354362631801303570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2354362631801303570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2354362631801303570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/01/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-5585598005169834541</id><published>2010-01-01T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T06:57:22.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Was out almost the whole day on 31st December. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school very early to finish up my FYP stuffs, which was a total turn off of my mood. After that i went to have lunch with my brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real fun started during the late afternoon and evening p[eriods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally agreed to meet up with my ex classmates after a long 3years of not seeing each other. I rejected alot of gatherings due to my overloading school work which forced me to stay at home and stare at the computer screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, i agreed, not only because i was really free, i kinda missed those crazy people =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Millie at Orchard MRT, and went to Sakura restaurant. And heck, it was fully booked... although it looked rather empty. Totally spoilt the mood. Saw Zhong Hoe sitting at the curb nearby and went to say hi. He had gotten much thinner =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rest had gathered, we went to Suki for dinner. Forgot to snap pictures of the food we ordered. And, hahaa, the waiters and waitress who took our next few orders forgot to add them into out bill, LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked and ate thoughout the night. I freaking gonna gain more weight within the following 2 weeks damn &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was too long to be elaborated about, but i still had a great time out there. the gathering went well, and we really had fun =^__^= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, no regrets meeting up with them, my mood was pleasant throughout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyaaaaa~ new year is finally here. I got a few new movies to watch. Legion, Salt, The Werewolf *or whatever it is called* are added to my to-watch list, hahaa XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVATAR and 2012 from year 2009 was really great. Hope that in 2010, there will be more good movie releases =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy 2010, guys =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Want a 'gloomy' post? Check out my other blog =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-5585598005169834541?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5585598005169834541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=5585598005169834541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5585598005169834541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/5585598005169834541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-6038225248726313642</id><published>2009-11-29T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:17:00.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food and Food</title><content type='html'>I think i am going to gain weight if i carry on eating like this. When i got my wages, the firs thing i do is to eat, hahaa, have a feast. Well duh! I am a human being and human taste buds are one of the best thing a human can ever have. Food comes first into my head and i always decide where to eat when i get my pay XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last time, a CCA club mate brought me to a cafe, or restaurant, at Bugis, knowing that i love having baked rice, intro me to this chicken baked rice. I forgot how to name the location of the restaurant but here is a pic of what i ate that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxM-S3ykWdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QPFT3dcJyE0/s1600/DSC01174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxM-S3ykWdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QPFT3dcJyE0/s320/DSC01174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409736071336712658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the restaurant, mainly due to the dim lights and the ambiance. And the food, duh. The cheese topping of the baked rice is VERY thick. Cheese lovers like me will like it. ALOT. Eating it while it is hot will be the best, you can hear the crunching sound of the cheese. The rice and the chicken are tender and soft, along with the cheese, it is a perfect combination. So far, this is one of the best baked rice i have eaten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well recently, i celebrated 2 birthdays. One is my bro's birthday which falls on the 19th of Oct, but i celebrated it a month late due to my pay. The other one is the birthday of my best friend, Johnson. My club mate. Due to his personal rights, i shall not disclose the date of his birthday. Anyways, i found this icing cake store at Boon Lay Jurong Point shopping mall basement level and pointed out to Shu Xian who was cake shpping with me. Before she came, i took a walk around and found the store. I thought that was rather interesting. How so? You can buy the cake and you can decorate it yourself. DIY icing decoration cake. Get it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was downright cool. Shu Xian agreed almost instantly and we got one for Johnson rather than buying the already-made-and-ready-to-pack cakes from the bakeries. Well, i only did the words "Happy Birthday", his name, and the side decorations. Shu Xian did the rest. And the cake turns out like this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNBLbFmCDI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Z66tbxTtBc/s1600/DSC01535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNBLbFmCDI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Z66tbxTtBc/s320/DSC01535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409739241907685426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNBLIsKChI/AAAAAAAAADE/SMHtcjXPcC4/s1600/DSC01534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNBLIsKChI/AAAAAAAAADE/SMHtcjXPcC4/s320/DSC01534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409739236969155090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNBKvlmsnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ibjSHspGJOw/s1600/DSC01533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNBKvlmsnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ibjSHspGJOw/s320/DSC01533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409739230230786674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ignore the icing, we practically did a mini abstract art on the cake, LOL! But we cant deny that the cake was delicious. Its chololate blueberry, Johnson's favourite XD I mean, the chocolate, hahaa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for my bro's birthday, i went to the same store to customise the cake. How i wish i have more decent colors for the icings, and have more of the icings too, i would have done a much better job. Well, here is my so-called master piece... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNCX9eXlWI/AAAAAAAAADk/oQnDGROaA_8/s1600/DSC01564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNCX9eXlWI/AAAAAAAAADk/oQnDGROaA_8/s320/DSC01564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409740556808459618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNCXj27XSI/AAAAAAAAADc/M4Zp8n2uFQY/s1600/DSC01563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNCXj27XSI/AAAAAAAAADc/M4Zp8n2uFQY/s320/DSC01563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409740549932145954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNCXHFu_RI/AAAAAAAAADU/5qvSAaKICtw/s1600/DSC01562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNCXHFu_RI/AAAAAAAAADU/5qvSAaKICtw/s320/DSC01562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409740542209621266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks okay, i guess... your comments? Hahahaa... The provision of the icings really suck, i wanted more chocolate syrup, more fruits, white cream, chocolate flakes, chocolate cream and red cream =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they only managed to provide some candy pieces, small amount of chocolate and blue syrup, yellow green and pink cream, i dont kno how to combine because the colors, if mixed together, will look really ugly. But hope you guys like my 'masterpiece' XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last week, i have two feasts with my wages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was at Manhatten Fish Market at Plaza Singapura. That club mate i mentioned, who brought me to that Bugis reataurant, brought me to this fish speciality dishes restaurant too. I ate the cherry snapper fish and chip set, with the orange soda squash. Enchantingly delicious, i finished every bit of my food. Well, i got addicted to this set, 'cuz last time with that club mate, i ate exactly the same thing and i cant forget the taste. The fish was darn fresh! Fish is my favourite food, so i am VERY picky when it comes to fish dishes. Worth every bit of my money. Fish lovers, try out the food at the restaurant. No regrets, really. Next time i am trying out the salmon =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i ate... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNE9U0CznI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Akiuo2uayGQ/s1600/DSC01570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNE9U0CznI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Akiuo2uayGQ/s320/DSC01570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409743397751803506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNE88phMZI/AAAAAAAAADs/8S3oA_S2OYs/s1600/DSC01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNE88phMZI/AAAAAAAAADs/8S3oA_S2OYs/s320/DSC01569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409743391265206674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks nice and taste nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last Wednesday, a day before my 3 days break, i was out the entire day with my other in-charge with a new colleague, 'touring' around the farms and parks to get samples for the lab. We stopped by at a mall, West Coast Plaza, and ate our lunch at this restaurant called BBQ Chicken. Food was really good. I ate this lunch set costing me about 14 bucks, a 3 course meal. My set consisted of, soup of the day, which was cream mushroom soup, 2 minced beef patties with chips and salad *gravy was freakin delicious*, and an ice cream for dessert. I only managed to get the soup captured. When the main dish came, due to the fact that i was really hungry, i forgot the snap a pic... hehe =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNGx5uj1hI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uBxsxXorysM/s1600/DSC01585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNGx5uj1hI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uBxsxXorysM/s320/DSC01585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409745400525739538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNGxW4OKOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/__cI6jV0AyA/s1600/DSC01584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxNGxW4OKOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/__cI6jV0AyA/s320/DSC01584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409745391171021026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my bad, dont scream at me. When i got my next pay, i will explore more restaurants where food is affordable for you guys, provided if eaten occasionally =0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drooling at the pics? Guess your hungry too XD &lt;br /&gt;Later, ppl, i am off for my lunch break =^__^=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-6038225248726313642?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6038225248726313642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=6038225248726313642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6038225248726313642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6038225248726313642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2009/11/food-and-food.html' title='Food and Food'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SxM-S3ykWdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QPFT3dcJyE0/s72-c/DSC01174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-4337109428659990253</id><published>2009-11-23T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:11:16.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmorpg Games Part One (Intro)</title><content type='html'>Well, i redownloaded roHan international. Although the grinding is kinda difficult, it is still a game that worth my time investment. My bro gifted me a Cherry Credit cash card worth 10 bucks and 10k of credits for me to convert into roHan cash. Thats nice of him =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted Fiesta from my comp, dont think i want to play that game again. I will elaborate about the ugly side of this mmo next time, because i got alot of things to say about it. Bad things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more of a person who is a sucker for good graphics in an mmo. Noobs out there may say that the graphics in Fiesta is pretty. To me, it sucked. I go for realistic graphical structures of the game. Dont know how to explain what i am trying to tell you but i can list out examples of several mmos... games like, GE, Cabal, roHan, PWi, rappelz etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, Blade and Soul. Although the characters looked more like jap anime, the battle system, the fighting and the game itself, after watching the preview, i give this game a big thumbs up. Go watch the trailer at mmosite.com. It will awe you for sure. Those who did not like oriental style mmos, dont bother to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, i onyl invested my money in 2 mmos, they are CabalSEA adn roHan only. Too bad i cant invest in PWi, because theres a MY version in asia zzz... so, no international credits available for the international version to the asian players... if only they accept cherry credits... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i am always open to explore new games. If Atlantica, a turn based mmo, isnt that lag, i would have continued playing it. Do drop me a note about mmos or new mmo beta testing websites if you guys come acros any in my cbox. Will be much appreciated =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-4337109428659990253?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4337109428659990253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=4337109428659990253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4337109428659990253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4337109428659990253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2009/11/mmorpg-games-part-one-intro.html' title='Mmorpg Games Part One (Intro)'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-8206791658412724149</id><published>2009-11-15T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:48:44.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Good Things That Happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SwAgci7EZGI/AAAAAAAAACs/96EDXfG3-M8/s1600-h/2012-poster-3-315x540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SwAgci7EZGI/AAAAAAAAACs/96EDXfG3-M8/s320/2012-poster-3-315x540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404355227627578466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SwAgcERSn-I/AAAAAAAAACk/cH0YtlnFrSc/s1600-h/2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SwAgcERSn-I/AAAAAAAAACk/cH0YtlnFrSc/s320/2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404355219399286754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the 2 posters? Yup, i went to watch that movie on Fri with my best friend from Piano Ensemble =) We rushed there right after our attachment, hahaa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am telling you... that movie... is... SERIOUSLY... EPIC!!! &lt;br /&gt;Dammit, those who have not watched it yet, go and watch! I BEG YOU. If not, you guys are going to miss out the most epic movie of the year. Great effects, great graphics, awesome storyline, highly action packed, epic sound effects, breath taking scences that will glue to your mind after watching. This movie will keep you to the edge of your seat. Seriosuly, go and watch that movie. I highly and strongly recommend it. Worth everybit of my money. I am getting the DVD as well when its out &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i finally got my new guitar! Its a korean brrand, Sanrick. Great sound it produced, this guitar sure can 'sing' very well, its a good deal to me. Weeeeeee! Am so happy! I can finally practice playing the main theme of the move, Pirates of the Carribbean XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE SHARING OF GUITAR FTW &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to slp with my new boyfriend... that is, my new guitar of coz. Bringing him to my workplace to play during my lunch break tmr =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad month, but at least, these 2 events make my month brighter ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-8206791658412724149?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8206791658412724149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=8206791658412724149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/8206791658412724149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/8206791658412724149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-good-things-that-happened.html' title='2 Good Things That Happened'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2KBRVWwMnPw/SwAgci7EZGI/AAAAAAAAACs/96EDXfG3-M8/s72-c/2012-poster-3-315x540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-1833781999599510660</id><published>2009-11-11T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:48:14.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>Am going to withdraw my money from my account tomorrow, cant wait &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have planned out how to use my money. And yea, i am going to withdraw almost all of my previous month's pay, about 400 bucks. Other than getting my acoustic this Sat, this coming Fri i will be watching the long awaited movie with my good friend, Johnson =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012, that is. Cant wait. Coz from the previews, i can see that this movie is an awesome movie. The effects of the natural disasters and the destruction. It'd better wow me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the remaining money, i wil be getting new clothes. Most of my clothes are becoming oversized for me =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* hate the workload those idiots piled onto me. Cant wait for the week to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-1833781999599510660?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1833781999599510660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=1833781999599510660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1833781999599510660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1833781999599510660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2009/11/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-2126933853429625822</id><published>2009-11-04T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:33:01.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I Learnt Today</title><content type='html'>Overheard someone at my workplce saying this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some poeple i cant really stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt give them anything to do, they think we think that they are useless. &lt;br /&gt;Give them something to do, they complain. &lt;br /&gt;When they dont know how to do, they say we are giving them trouble. &lt;br /&gt;When they do wrongly, they wont admit. &lt;br /&gt;When they admit, they not happy. &lt;br /&gt;They not happy, they dont say anything. &lt;br /&gt;When we correct them, they say we think they are stupid. &lt;br /&gt;After we correct them, they refuse to remember, like expect us to remind them again and again. &lt;br /&gt;When we remind them, they get irritated. &lt;br /&gt;When they get irritated, they give us that kind of face. &lt;br /&gt;In the end we give feedback, they expect us to cover up their rubbbish. &lt;br /&gt;If we didnt, they complain, saying that we purposely make things difficult for them. &lt;br /&gt;Workers nowadays, they are a headache. &lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite true, applies to some idiotic classmates of mine in school too. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-2126933853429625822?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2126933853429625822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=2126933853429625822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2126933853429625822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2126933853429625822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-i-learnt-today.html' title='Something I Learnt Today'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-3539320036445739586</id><published>2009-11-01T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:16:03.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pampering</title><content type='html'>Seriously, i am a fail that this. When it comes to pampering myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to forget my birthdays, seldom treat myself with good food due to lack of personal time, dont bother to enjoy movies unless someone drag me along, doesnt bother about special occasions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint a person who take initiative to do all these stuff. Unless someone pampers me. Feels like a doll =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Come on, lets go shopping, buy some new dresses! Eat at that cafe, food is good. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Drag me. &lt;br /&gt;Jin: =.= &lt;br /&gt;Me: *yawn* &lt;br /&gt;Jin: *kicks my ankle* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have to do now is to wait for my pay &lt;-- sry, have been repeating this over and over again... wanted my new guitar so bad... cant wait &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i now how to use to pamper myself is, music. Really. Cant live without it. I cant hug my piano to sleep, but my iPod will always be 'sleeping' beside me when i go to bed. If i got my new guitar, probably i will hug my guitar to sleep XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i remembered, i need to get some new clothes. Running out of things to go with my two pairs of jeans for work. Okay, am random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those guy friends of mine asked me to give a name for my new guitar, which i think is absolutely dumb. Here is a part of the convo me and my friend, Ren, had last Saturday on WLM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren: Your music instruments need to be pampered too. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Pardon?  &lt;br /&gt;Ren: Really! Your piano and your future guitar, give them a name at least, let them feel appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Erhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Ren: Just give them a name. &lt;br /&gt;Me: For what?! &lt;br /&gt;Ren: They need a name, in some ways, they are alive. You should get what i mean. &lt;br /&gt;Me: ... &lt;br /&gt;Ren: So... at least give them a name, its not that difficult right? &lt;br /&gt;Me: ... &lt;br /&gt;Ren: Come on! &lt;br /&gt;Me My piano is a she and my future guitar will be a he. Is good anough =.= &lt;br /&gt;Ren: ... noooo... &lt;br /&gt;Me: Whaaat? &lt;br /&gt;Ren: Name... naaaaaaame them! &lt;br /&gt;Me: No way &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;Ren: Just give them a name dammit! &lt;br /&gt;Me: *sweat drop* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun part here. Read the following. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren's acoustic guitar: Jiulia &lt;br /&gt;Ren's grand piano: Kaoru &lt;br /&gt;Joanne's upright piano: Jeanne &lt;br /&gt;Aldyn's electric bass: Wiper &lt;br /&gt;Aldyn's upright piano: Kynon &lt;br /&gt;Kelvin's acoustic guitar: Lane &lt;br /&gt;Seig's grand piano: Seiglein *a manga character's name, just like his nick, Seig* Seig's acoustic guitar: Tabris &lt;br /&gt;Ping's upright piano: Cheviot &lt;br /&gt;Ping's dizi: Kaze &lt;br /&gt;ZhiXuan's acoustic guitar: Dar *yes yes, i was like, wth??!!* &lt;br /&gt;HuiPing's upright piano: Tempest &lt;br /&gt;Renjing's upright piano: Leslie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat* &lt;br /&gt;After Ren bugged me, i decided on these two names, unwillingly, altho the names sounds quite, erh, cool =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upright piano: Tsubasa *ehem, yes i know, thats one of my in game nick* &lt;br /&gt;Acoustic guitar: Zephyr &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i wont call my instruments the names, but its just to make Ren and those idiots happy. =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do pamper my instruments tho. Okay, lets not talk about the guitar since its officially my brother's now. I polished my piano once every week. I played awesome music on her. I created music on her. I spent alot of time with her, 'date' them as if she is my boyfriend. I took great care of her. I decorated her to make her look even more presentable. I wiped dust off her everyday. Its good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to pamper my belongings, but, sadly, as i have mentioned at the beginning of my post, i am a fail at pampering myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you guys arent a fail like me, right? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-3539320036445739586?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3539320036445739586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=3539320036445739586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3539320036445739586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3539320036445739586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2009/11/pampering.html' title='Pampering'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-3577570697326660870</id><published>2009-10-29T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T01:07:35.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money and Spending</title><content type='html'>Cant wait for my pay day, i really wanted the money. Although it is only a pathetic four hundred and fourty bucks, its more than enough to get me a  new decent acoustic guitar =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother leave me with no choice but to purchase a ton of guitar picks to standby. Of course, he wanted a few for himself, so i sold 6 to him. I got 3 left, think its enough for the time being. Am trying to find a jet black pick, 'coz i think it looks nice, also prob that my previous pick which is cracked is black as well. I charged him more than the original pricing. Original pricing is about 70 cents per piece, i charged my bro a dollar each. If i charge him more, he will know that i am trying to rip him of his precious money, hahaa XD 'coz for his info, a regular pick costs less than a dollar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i have planned how to use the remaining money. I am going for movies. There are a few of them that i wanted to watch badly. One of them is titled, 2012. Yea, i guess you all know the movie already. Its coming out on the coming 11th or 12th November. All my friends dont know how to appreciate movies, they are too into Korean dramas and Taiwanese idol dramas on the television. Yuck. Whats more, they dont watch english movies, probably because they are a cheena bunch, while i speak mainly english =/ Yes my chinese speaking is pretty good, but i am more used to speaking in eng. No matter. And my brother prefer to watch dvds at home so i cant drag him along =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs loudly* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i am going by myself AGAIN. Feels like a total dumbass and an IDIOT, to watch movies alone. Well, what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that there will be more REAL horror movies coming out. I am also a sucker for horror movies. Well, that is, if you guys dont know. People told me that i am mental 'coz they wont pay for a movie just to scare the living hell out of themselves. I said alot of times, i am a sadist, i love to see the scared faces on the protagonists faces when they scream or run away. I love to see the ghosts or phantoms popping out of no where, its pretty exciting. And i found it interesting to see the various forms that the phantoms, ghosts, spectres and, ummm, spirits? in the movies takes shape of. Lol. After reading these you guys probably think i am a weirdo, yes i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, i am buying a new CD, by We The Kings. It has been out for quite sometime already, its that i dont have the chance to buy. Popular Bookstore doesnt sell any rare and internationally imported CDs. I am buying at HMV of course. Curse the CD stores at my area closing down one by one =.= Now i have left with no choice but to buy my CDs at Popular bookstore, which i do not really like the idea of. MJ = gone case. Sembawang Music Store = getting from bad to worse. Open another HMV in Tampines please. &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, i wanted a feast of fish. Once there is someone who took me for a meal at Manhatten Fish Market at Plaza Sing, dammit, i cant forget the taste of freshness of the fish there. Gotta thank tt guy for dragging me to eat there in the first place, 'coz i was kinda reluctant at first. Ill eat there again, for sure, hahaa XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, anyone can tell me on average, how much does a key changer *aka capo* cost? =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work. Hate my supervior zzz she is buzzing around me like a bee to a flower and its irritating as i prefer to work alone. Anyways, at least i can blog and listen to the mp3 during my work. Without getting caught, of course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later ppl ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-3577570697326660870?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3577570697326660870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=3577570697326660870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3577570697326660870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/3577570697326660870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2009/10/money-and-spending.html' title='Money and Spending'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-776506361041211984</id><published>2009-10-28T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:57:51.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello New Instrument</title><content type='html'>I am going to get my allowance from my attachment soon, cant wait &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four hundred bucks i guess is enough to get me a decent acoustic guitar, right? ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye to the old Yamaha guitar, my bro wants it, so i 'gave' it to him. It was sort of, a shared guitar anyways. Most of the time, he is using it, so, i let him take it back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate sharing XD &lt;--- darn selfish girl on loose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all around asking people what guitar brand should i get *other than Yamaha*. Asking for places selling decent acoustics. Asking for someone who knows more about guitars than me to accompany me to get one. Sadly, of all people that i know, only 5 played the guitar. I doubt they have time. For me, i cant get a girl along, 'coz none of them are interested in guitars, nor do they play it. Sad. They dont know what they are missing out. I had so much fun writing and composing songs, as well as playing pop band music on my ex acoustic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old guitar pick cracked slightly, thanks be my bro. It was one of my favourite pick, a jet black one. I just found out when i reached home =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, other than a new acoustic guitar, i am thinking about bugging my parents to get me a new piano. Preferbly a mini grand, but if not, i really wanted an upright, a white one. That will be so dman ex =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i am trying my best to save up, so that i wont be using most of my allowance up for my new guitar. I ate a meal a day, trust me, although its unhealthy, i ensure that i got 2 portions of veggies, a portion of meat and a portion of fruit during my lunch. Morning is just fresh milk. Evenings i drank only soup, i didnt eat the ingredients. Diet for me at the same time, yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am planning to stay in that form of diet even after i got my new guitar. But then again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA WIN THAT GUITAR FROM THE LUCKY DRAW &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-776506361041211984?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/776506361041211984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=776506361041211984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/776506361041211984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/776506361041211984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-new-instrument.html' title='Hello New Instrument'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-1511460216332688174</id><published>2009-10-27T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:55:27.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear 'oppa</title><content type='html'>Every step i take, i am leaving pieces of those wonderful memories of 'oppa behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppa, its your decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annyongi kasesyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-1511460216332688174?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1511460216332688174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=1511460216332688174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1511460216332688174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/1511460216332688174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-oppa.html' title='Dear &apos;oppa'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-4185686249510406241</id><published>2009-10-25T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:14:40.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to be Love Drunk and Tribute post to BLG</title><content type='html'>Love Drunk (lyrics and music by BLG) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top down in the summer sun&lt;br /&gt;The day we met was like a hit and run&lt;br /&gt;And I still taste it on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;(Taste it on my tongue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was burning up like fireworks&lt;br /&gt;You made me want you, oh, so bad it hurt&lt;br /&gt;But girl, in case you haven't heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk, but now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever, forever is over&lt;br /&gt;We used to kiss all night, now it's just a bar fight&lt;br /&gt;So don't call me crying, say hello then goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing would make me say&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk, but now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever, but now it's over&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot sweat and blurry eyes&lt;br /&gt;We're spinning on a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;The world stuck in black and white&lt;br /&gt;(Stuck in black and white)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drove me crazy every time we touched&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm so broken that I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, you make me such a lush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk, but now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever, forever is over&lt;br /&gt;We used to kiss all night, now it's just a bar fight&lt;br /&gt;So don't call me crying, say hello then goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing would make me say&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk, but now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever, but now it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time I wasted on you&lt;br /&gt;All the bullshit you put me through&lt;br /&gt;I'm checking into rehab 'cause everything that we had&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean a thing to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk, but now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever, but now I'm sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk, but now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever, forever is over&lt;br /&gt;We used to kiss all night, now it's just a bar fight&lt;br /&gt;So don't call me crying, say hello then goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing would make me say&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk, but now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever, but now it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanana na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Nanana na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Nanana na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Nanana na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanana na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Nanana na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over, I still taste it on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Nanana na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song. ALOT. Partly because i used to be love drunk i guess, so the lyrics somehow relates to my feelings of the PAST. Ah, no, no bf, ahahahaa XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly its all about the music. Damn, it is still playing continuously across my head =X Got the album almost IMMEDIATELY when it is released in SG. I hoped that i will get the lucky draw. I wanted the guitar sooooooooooo bad &gt;&lt; IT IS MINE, RAWR! I want it, i want it, I WANT IT! Gibson's guitars are awesome, whatsmore... with BLG's signature on it OH MY GAWD! I WANT IT! I am having a VERY bad year this year, and if i get this lucky draw, i am telling you it will DEFINITELY lighten up my year by tons and heaps! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLG, or rather, Boys Like Girls, is one of the bands that inspired me to continue playing the guitar and writing songs for acoustic. I am pretty good at playing the guitar now, finger-style or strumming, hahahaa... Reminds me that, almost no one in NYP knows that i know how to play the acoustic guitar, LOL. Now you all know, ahahaa, but i wont be playing it in front of you all &gt;=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like i dont play classicals in the PE room XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can tell you is that, i know how to play Love Drunk *of course*, The Great Escape, Two Is Better Than One on the guitar. Waiting for my new guitar at the moment, i am so bored =( At least i have my upright piano with me ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, BLG's music is addictive. I wont get sick of it, EVER. One of their top songs, The Great Escape, i have been listening to it, at least 10 times per day. Martin's vocals can hit really high, and is not pitchy and screechy, its clear and clean. Wish i can sing like that, i am still learning how to sing =/ I recommend you guys who are interested with BLG's music to listen to Thunder, Hero/Heorine and She's Got A Boyfriend Now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, for my next coming PE concert, you can roughly guess what am i going to perform. LOL. Its so obvious! I cant perform The Great Escape after that nub Landon gave a good one last Friday o.O Anyways, i am sticking to pop music. Ehem i wanted to play classicals but, haha, better not XD There are some inner secrets of myself related to music i dont want people to know and to see at the moment. Let it be a surprise when time comes =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bands which are somewhat similar to BLG's style are, We The Kings and All Time Low. I am picking eaven Can Wait by We The Kings for m second song. 3rd song for next year's concert... hmmm, i am still deciding. Maybe NightWish's music? Symphonic/opera-style heavy metal band XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, most of the time, i prefer listening to light rock pop bands' music, because, not only that the lyrics can relate to my everyday life, the music is nice all the time conpared to punk bands's music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLG is still in my top 3 pop band list, and will always be there. Their music have implanted themselves in my head and my soul when BLG's first album is released. Cant get enough of the acoustic guitar playing by the band as well, they are awesome, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans all over the world may call themselves BLG's number one fan. For me, i aint JUST a fan of BLG. I wont call myself their fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it in a more impressive way rather than just saying that i am a regular devoted fan of theirs... *which is really true, aint bragging here* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLG and their music, IT IS MY DRUG, i have to get at least a few dozen doses of it to keep me sane through the day. It is my essential food for my soul, a must have. Without them, i wont die, but will be mentally and musically deprived. So yea, this proves that i am not just a regular BLG screaming fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it happens that BLG's members are actually reading this blog *which is TOTALLY impossible and a far fetched dream* , hahaa, if it really happens, i just wanna say: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey BLG, I am waiting patiently for your next album. Come to Singapore soon so that i can thank you in person from the bottom of my heart for writing and making such awesome music. Hoping to get a hug each of you guys *hahaa, kidding* XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-4185686249510406241?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4185686249510406241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=4185686249510406241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4185686249510406241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/4185686249510406241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-used-to-be-love-drunk-and-tribute.html' title='I used to be Love Drunk and Tribute post to BLG'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-2354422907699913346</id><published>2009-10-24T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:06:23.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd Musical Extravaganza by Piano Ensemble NYP</title><content type='html'>Ah, overall, its good. Good. Awesome. Other than my own performance of course. And the conccert is finally OVER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i rushed to the venue from my attachment. I ended at 5pm. So i made it just in time. Had to change my shoes first in my company's shuttle bus. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty nervous for the entire day as i knew i would mess up my performance in the evening. To tell you the truth, i practiced that song, in full length, for only 12 times in total. Rehearsals doesnt count. I was already mentally prepared for my fail. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the backstage at around, 6.15pm. Changed into my turtle neck dress and forced myself to put on cosmetics &gt;&lt; Yea i dont really like cosmetics. Spoils my skin, but... what to do? Its required =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang around in the backstage, chatting, helping Shuxian to put on makeup; chatting to the girls about chothes, cosmetics, gossips, boys, boobs and figures XD, performance and etc; running  about in the backstage looking for hairstylist *Shuxian's request*; chatting about the performance pieces; disturb the boys; peeking at the number of audiences; cam whoring; adjusting my hair XD; listening to mp3 and starving myself. Yea, i skipped my dinner. Hmmm, i only ate a meal since Wednesday &gt;.&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, concert started with Edwin's performance. Anyways, for the first 3 dudes; Edwin, Aldrich and Landon; waaaaa they are damn special. They've got supporters and interviews =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i care XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not invite my classmates down. Neither do i invite my friends. Not even my family. I understand that they are realy busy and tired like me right now. So i dont really mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my turn came, damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally messed up my second song =( &lt;br /&gt;It is a really nice song, but i messed it up so bad. Wrong chords, slips, stumbles, wrong notes, and i am improvising on-spot as well =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will compensate. When i got a new camcorder, i will record a perfect cover for it at home and put it up on my facebook and youtube. Really! 'coz i still feel bad for performing so badly yesterday =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, it was a wonderful experience. Hopefully i will get the chance to perform again next year. I would have graduated already by then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish i was born 2 years later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it sums up my so-called, last day, in PE. I guess after that, there will be no major events till next semester. So i assume that i will not be needed till then. Whats more, my projects are piling up at my workplace and i dont think i can rush back to the PE room after work anymore. And other personal reasons as well. Too many to list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont forget yesterday, really. Was an enchanting experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-2354422907699913346?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2354422907699913346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=2354422907699913346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2354422907699913346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/2354422907699913346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2009/10/23rd-musical-extravaganza-by-piano.html' title='23rd Musical Extravaganza by Piano Ensemble NYP'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443511015246649853.post-6157501542372005142</id><published>2009-10-08T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:58:40.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hidden Blog</title><content type='html'>I have got 3 blogs in total. Wow. =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on i will separate the type of posts i will be posting on my main blog. This blog will post about things that i lvoe. My hobbies. What i drew. What i created. Song i wrote. Pictures. Real life photographs. And alot more. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still under construction now, hopefully i will get it done a.s.a.p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to post stuff in here! Will put a link on my main blog to link to here =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, ppl ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443511015246649853-6157501542372005142?l=overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6157501542372005142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443511015246649853&amp;postID=6157501542372005142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6157501542372005142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443511015246649853/posts/default/6157501542372005142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overfilledwithcandysticks.blogspot.com/2009/10/hidden-blog.html' title='The Hidden Blog'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12458845187211372580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
