<?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-1638218422140975082</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:23:35.542+08:00</updated><category term='chuck and larry.'/><category term='edward cullen'/><category term='swimming. summer.'/><category term='good night.'/><category term='friends.'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='dragonflies. skinny. nuggets.'/><category term='shoes.'/><category term='jammies. root beer.'/><category term='Deep Thoughts'/><category term='merdeka. shoes. clothes. sales.'/><category term='rantings and whinings.'/><category term='lunatic drivers.'/><category term='love and friends.'/><category term='red noses and manja-ness.'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='babies. holidays. painters.'/><category term='undie man and boxer man and jammies.'/><category term='pain.'/><category term='Deep Thoughts.'/><category term='boring insomniac'/><category term='collide.'/><category term='alone.'/><category term='cupcakes.'/><category term='life'/><category term='pictures. memories. exams.'/><category term='beauty is in the eye of the beholder.'/><category term='breakfast.'/><category term='playgrounds.'/><category term='sleepyheads.'/><category term='good night again.'/><category term='bugs. pink. yay.'/><category term='cheese. heineken. exams.'/><category term='suffering and compassion.'/><category term='Babies.'/><category term='liquid'/><category term='trees. ornaments.'/><category term='demi. shorty. love.'/><category term='holiday.'/><category term='anger'/><category term='cool breeze'/><category term='sleepyheads. spiders.'/><category term='genting. shisha. friends.'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Death'/><category term='cupcakes. tears.'/><title type='text'>MERRY-GO-ROUND</title><subtitle type='html'>LET'S GO ON THAT MERRY-GO-ROUND WE'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE ON FOREVER</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>277</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-6318401474103511165</id><published>2009-10-20T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:43:02.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat Von D's High Voltage Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/St2wBpbUHVI/AAAAAAAADBg/WG8ybtfc9U4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394661471006498130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/St2wBpbUHVI/AAAAAAAADBg/WG8ybtfc9U4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want I want I want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty please???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas present, birthday present, anything also can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as I get this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please please please??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-6318401474103511165?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6318401474103511165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=6318401474103511165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6318401474103511165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6318401474103511165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/10/kat-von-ds-high-voltage-tattoo.html' title='Kat Von D&apos;s High Voltage Tattoo'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/St2wBpbUHVI/AAAAAAAADBg/WG8ybtfc9U4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-6012863734826078700</id><published>2009-10-15T19:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:49:08.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self pity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm hanging in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These past few days, I've been haunted by memories and thoughts about other people, movies and books that I've met, read and watched before. I consider it a miracle that I'm still alive and kicking today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, some people have the tendency to judge the children of single parents. They either grow up really rebellious, get pregnant, drop out of high school really early, do drugs or anything bad, really. Seems like these children of single parents could do no good other than bad. Why the judgment? Maybe it's your own fault that those children/teenagers only go bad because you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;expect &lt;/span&gt;them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm a child of a single parent, I consider, as I said above that it's a miracle that I'm still alive&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(somehow)&lt;/span&gt; and kicking still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1 milestone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 16 years old*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I made it through high school and finished it.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people I met after moving to Sri Damansara dropped out of high school when they were in Form4.&lt;br /&gt;I had thought about it before but I'm rather glad I persevered through it all and made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;#2 milestone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 21 years old*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I do hope that I'm still alive when I'm 21.&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling.&lt;br /&gt;I still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the mornings or rather, afternoons, thinking what the hell am I still doing and going to do later? Only to start back at the beginning, what to do with my hair later? I probably spend an average of 5 hours a day worrying about this and worrying about that and after all that worrying, I can still worry about whether does the worry show on my face. -_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of putting a fake facade to the world. I just feel like hiding at home and not come out. And when it does come to that, I'm sick of being at home because of all the problems at home and I end up going out and when I'm out, I just wanna be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should do that pathetic thing of checking into a fancy hotel suite, order room service, and then while I'm sipping champagne or whatever in the bathtub with all the bubbles around, take a straight razor blade and slice my wrists and let the blood seep through all the bubbles. Create a freaky scene. And of course, the hotel will lose some profit. And when I finish thinking about all of these, I end up worrying about who would be asked to foot my bill in that fancy hotel suite. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fucking indecisive and fucking fickle-minded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Fuck all that crap. I'm probably wallowing in self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*editted*&lt;br /&gt;I just had to add this one last part. Why and what the hell is my point for posting this post up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-6012863734826078700?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6012863734826078700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=6012863734826078700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6012863734826078700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6012863734826078700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/10/self-pity.html' title='Self pity?'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-3689801069124233231</id><published>2009-09-29T04:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T04:20:12.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrabble Day At Tropicana City Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. It hasn't started yet.&lt;br /&gt;But I tell you, those&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "CELEBRITIES" &lt;/span&gt;better have a damn good time tomorrow! &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, later in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;The amount of cleaning Andrew, Ji Ren, Nicole and I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phwoar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy shit I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was all fun I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing JiRen climb up that ladder trying to clean the glass panel,(as if anyone's going to notice like that. I work there and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; barely look up!)&lt;br /&gt;getting his ass poked by the stick thingy and getting sprayed at with the glass cleaner&lt;br /&gt;resulting in him screaming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'AH NEH AH NEHH!! DON'T LA! AFTER MY SKIN GOT PROBLEM LA!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pictures of Andrew looking like the fleshier Hitler pointing out the spots Ji Ren missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to drop by TCM and when I do,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to walk up and stand beside any celebrity and go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'WAH! THE WINDOWS VERY CLEAN AH!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so they know the amount of hard work we did.&lt;br /&gt;No la. I wouldn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wouln't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See la my mood like how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, nobody ever notices the windows especially those high up ones.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, who in the name of Merlin's saggy left bottoms is going to look up? o_O&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I'm aching all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I promise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-3689801069124233231?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3689801069124233231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=3689801069124233231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3689801069124233231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3689801069124233231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/09/scrabble-day-at-tropicana-city-mall.html' title='Scrabble Day At Tropicana City Mall'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-3579800925670395475</id><published>2009-09-26T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:34:20.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dysfuntioning and Horrible.</title><content type='html'>I am currently in Ipoh using my cousin brother's laptop to come online. Just an hour ago, I used my other cousin brother's iPhone to go online as well. Not bad I'd say. :D Anyways, I am here to blog about my dysfunctional family and why I hate them sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this. My grandmother, who is 86 years old, is a person who can barely recognise all 7 of her own kids let alone her 6 stepchildren and 50 over grandchildren and a couple of great grandchildren. You'd think that a family this big would be a happy one. But no. I detest most of them. Especially cousins who have fallen apart from their best-friends-forever-kiddy-days and who think they are so high and mighty that they look down on you. -__- Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I pity my grandmother the most. The thing is, she's 86 and like I said in the paragraph above, can barely remember everyone in the family. Don't get me wrong. I love my grandmother. But I feel that her children only threw her this birthday party&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(that's just me)&lt;/span&gt; just so they could show off to the entire world how rich they are. Pfftt. I don't see the point there. Do you? She was probably so afraid of all the flashing lights from the fancy cameras of cameramen who my aunties have hired to tape the entire event, and the banging and clanging of cymbals from the dragon dance and lion dance. And yet, nobody bothered. As a matter of fact, my sister told me later on that after all her beloved grandchildren and great grandchildren took their red packets, nobody bothered about her anymore. She was left there sitting all alone and looking lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, another reason I hate coming back to Ipoh is because everytime any of my aunties lay their eyes on me, they go complaining on how skinny I'm becoming. Why oh why. I can't help looking skinny can I? -___- Mofo. It's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every event it's the same. Every Chinese New Year, it's the same. God. I love&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my family. But too much is too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I hate coming back for events like these, I still take pictures. More out of obligation than desire I assure you. Pictures will be up next time or maybe not. Maybe in Facebook la. Thank Dunhill for like-minded cousins like me who think that it is absolutely ridiculous to throw over-the-top birthday parties and how materialistic everyone in the family is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to good ol' birthday parties at home, surrounded by your loved ones singing 'Happy Birthday'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-3579800925670395475?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3579800925670395475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=3579800925670395475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3579800925670395475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3579800925670395475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/09/dysfuntioning-and-horrible.html' title='Dysfuntioning and Horrible.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-91053837926424695</id><published>2009-09-21T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T03:03:33.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>As stated in my Facebook status, I am sure everyone will have something to say about it. For those who feel lazy, here's what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I feel fucking guilty now.&lt;br /&gt;I ought to go back to where we went and give the cat a proper burial.&lt;br /&gt;T______T&lt;br /&gt;What's that?&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My boyfriend and I just ran over a cat.&lt;br /&gt;And I am not being fucking sarcastic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Carol Anne Ng, 10 minutes before 2.53AM, 21September2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah. That's what it says. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD! I AM SORRY TO ALL THE AHNEHS OF AMS, SRI DAMANSARA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor ahnehs were all sad and actually stoned when they saw what happened. Oh God. I can't get over how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-91053837926424695?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/91053837926424695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=91053837926424695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/91053837926424695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/91053837926424695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-2200199011046987526</id><published>2009-09-20T20:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:34:14.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRKTZHLJRAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;twinnie, your half twin &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;and she's eating spicy XXL chicken in the store&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; illegally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HAHA HAHA&lt;/span&gt; ha.&lt;br /&gt;i hope andrew doesn't see me 'cause if he does,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; become chicken while listening to the song 'somewhere over the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HAHA HAHA&lt;/span&gt; ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;ISABEL RUSSEL&lt;/span&gt;, TWIN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My guest blogger of the day would be my twin, Miss Russel.&lt;br /&gt;while on her break and running and hiding all over the place from andrew for fear of him turning her into chicken! :D&lt;br /&gt;You might remember her from this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/08/dedicated-to-miss-russell.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*clickety click*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convert your smoking habits into &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; money!! $$$&lt;br /&gt;Do it like I did.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob's tin, seal it with elephant glue and when it's very light still and you find that you can't stuff anymore money into it,&lt;br /&gt;you can borrow my Swiss knife and break it open and find &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;TONNES OF MONEY IN IT&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Andrew Lee, Store Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The new store manager who is really healthy and buff, all thanks to his lovely fiancee, Coco. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And someone who is really fun to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen Herb..we gonna hav ta talka bout ur invasion of my personal space,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;see, where im from a grown man cant sit in no tub whie another grown man sittin n watcin him ok,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;WHAT?!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;looky here PunK,dont go out n mistake my kindness 4 weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;C up on D block where... i come from,v dont hav no bathtubs we only took showerz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;ONce a WEEK!,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;now im sittin here lookin at u blowin bubbles it only mean u more slippery 2 me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I tel u if u werent peaches' boifriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;CRUNCH......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ling Ji Ren, one and only full-timer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The lines above came from some movie he stumbled across. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAROL DARLING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The one and only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRINCESS KATHLEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is finally leaving her mark in your wonderous bloggo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;As I write this, JiRen is asking me if he will ever fet a girlf. Kacau giler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Anyways, Carol, my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sister-in-law&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;barista partner&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;secret lover&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;someone I tell my problems to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I'm really glad I met you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The world wouldn't be complete if we didn't meet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;You're on your break now and I have to proceed to the BOH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;See you soon! Like, literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;LOVE YOUUH SWEETIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kathleen Tang, Sister-in-law,secret lover, etc.. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kathleen, meowmeowbloopbloop, kettleleen, HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love her as much as I love twinnie. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Very very long overdue post. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-2200199011046987526?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2200199011046987526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=2200199011046987526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2200199011046987526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2200199011046987526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/09/irktzhljral.html' title='IRKTZHLJRAL'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-4563930335698103561</id><published>2009-09-20T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:17:59.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MASTER OF ZE UNIVERSE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CALL ME &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OF THE UNIVERSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becausebecausebecause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BLOGGING FROM MY VERY OWN STORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-4563930335698103561?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4563930335698103561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=4563930335698103561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4563930335698103561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4563930335698103561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/09/master-of-ze-universe.html' title='MASTER OF ZE UNIVERSE!'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-7041033046921319572</id><published>2009-09-17T15:11:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:49:51.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Life and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the title says it all. We meet different people everyday as we continue walking down the path of Life. But how many of them are going to remember us and us them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, two of Starbucks' regulars left Malaysia for home. We are definitely going to miss them. God bless them and may they have a safe flight home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHhzOGrgBI/AAAAAAAADAA/Buv2G3Q-51s/s1600-h/DSC001511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382331299760144402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHhzOGrgBI/AAAAAAAADAA/Buv2G3Q-51s/s320/DSC001511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHiVRZJTQI/AAAAAAAADAI/7ChWGAJLxuU/s1600-h/DSC001541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382331884758453506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHiVRZJTQI/AAAAAAAADAI/7ChWGAJLxuU/s320/DSC001541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, updates. Hmm.. I'll just insert all the pictures necessary first then only I'll fill in the blanks. Bahaha. UGH! I'm so irritated by the rain! First it rained then I had to run downstairs and save all the laundry and 15 minutes later? What happens?! RAIN STOPS! Then I had to drag everything out again and now, thunders are booming across the skies. I'm wondering whether I should go get the clothes in again or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHsc3d_RPI/AAAAAAAADBQ/-fEjZVxJPCE/s1600-h/DSC099381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382343010354676978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHsc3d_RPI/AAAAAAAADBQ/-fEjZVxJPCE/s320/DSC099381.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;My pretty LADYBUGGY charm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHtDVCXqaI/AAAAAAAADBY/Z966Edroz_8/s1600-h/DSC09561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382343671126927778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHtDVCXqaI/AAAAAAAADBY/Z966Edroz_8/s320/DSC09561.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because we are STARS!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHsHehaVFI/AAAAAAAADBI/YDrSvm-641U/s1600-h/DSC099571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382342642880894034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHsHehaVFI/AAAAAAAADBI/YDrSvm-641U/s320/DSC099571.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEAR bought me my LADYBUGGY necklace and now I never take it off!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382341051548843154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHqq2WSPJI/AAAAAAAADBA/nj9FcVimaPk/s320/DSC093441.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHqDRsa3OI/AAAAAAAADA4/UmibkyId5XY/s1600-h/DSC093441.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the reasons as to why I miss college. You have friends like ANDREW and your days in college are just superb!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHpst_4HLI/AAAAAAAADAw/W4WC57SgejU/s1600-h/DSC098731.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382339984155483314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHpst_4HLI/AAAAAAAADAw/W4WC57SgejU/s320/DSC098731.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're improving, aren't we? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHoG-aoe_I/AAAAAAAADAo/wBV6CWVRfN4/s1600-h/DSC099381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382338236216015858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHoG-aoe_I/AAAAAAAADAo/wBV6CWVRfN4/s320/DSC099381.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHnDU_V5WI/AAAAAAAADAg/R1DWaJIfI1s/s1600-h/DSC099491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382337074044462434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHnDU_V5WI/AAAAAAAADAg/R1DWaJIfI1s/s320/DSC099491.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because we're stars.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHmUyw22NI/AAAAAAAADAY/0tpowSCJDk4/s1600-h/Picnik+collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382336274582919378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHmUyw22NI/AAAAAAAADAY/0tpowSCJDk4/s320/Picnik+collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHjdaqLTyI/AAAAAAAADAQ/W2Ra3WUQY_o/s1600-h/DSC000311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382333124196388642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHjdaqLTyI/AAAAAAAADAQ/W2Ra3WUQY_o/s320/DSC000311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The seester and the feeessshhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far, these are the only pictures I feel up for putting in here. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry. I promise when I get my own laptop or whatever, I'll put more pictures in, yeah?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-7041033046921319572?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7041033046921319572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=7041033046921319572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7041033046921319572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7041033046921319572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-life-and-love.html' title='Of Life and Love'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SrHhzOGrgBI/AAAAAAAADAA/Buv2G3Q-51s/s72-c/DSC001511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-4110672639731064278</id><published>2009-09-08T15:07:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:09:55.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law and Churches.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anything that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; go wrong, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;go wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; go wrong &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; go wrong, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and at the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;worst possible time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;worst possible way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murphy"&gt;Source.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Murphy's Law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think this law applies to me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you tell that I'm bored?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think; just to make my life abit more interesting than it is now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall go around introducing myself as Murphy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The name 'Murphy' sounds like a red furry cartoon character to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELMO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SqYE3aiowpI/AAAAAAAAC_w/g8HI_Z4oNHU/s1600-h/elmo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378992155004551826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 245px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SqYE3aiowpI/AAAAAAAAC_w/g8HI_Z4oNHU/s320/elmo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YOU SEE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On a totally random note, I kinda miss going to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Not my church where you see cliques gathering and bitching about what this girl was doing wearing clothes like that, or about that girl is so ugly, so shameless, blablabla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;They seriously gossip like old people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;I am not pointing fingers. But if you feel offended, too bad so sad. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As they say in BM,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;'SIAPA TERMAKAN CILI, DIALAH YANG TERASA PEDAS'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Mehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But yeah, I do miss going to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish I could go to some old church and stand in absolute bliss surrounded by colourful stained-glass windows like these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SqYIqAdEm1I/AAAAAAAAC_4/ptzTQ8vEFAM/s1600-h/stained-glass-work-in-christ-the-king-church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378996322710100818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SqYIqAdEm1I/AAAAAAAAC_4/ptzTQ8vEFAM/s320/stained-glass-work-in-christ-the-king-church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With other like-minded people going to God for comfort, solace, peace of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even if there are no churches with stained-glass windows in them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna go to old churches. Like the one in Cameron Highlands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Once there, there will be no bitchy people staring you down (except the ocassional tourists who are just there for the sake of being there -_-).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;For my next holiday trip, I think I would like to go to Cameron Highlands and visit that old church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;And I wouldn't mind going to Sunday mass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;BEAR! HOLIDAY IN CAMERON HIGHLANDS NEXT MONTH?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-4110672639731064278?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4110672639731064278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=4110672639731064278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4110672639731064278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4110672639731064278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/09/murphys-law.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law and Churches.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SqYE3aiowpI/AAAAAAAAC_w/g8HI_Z4oNHU/s72-c/elmo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-4699165342075335052</id><published>2009-09-02T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:24:21.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am like superbly, uberly bored. ):&lt;br /&gt;Temaning the boyfriend to work is no easy feat I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;The  perks?&lt;br /&gt;I get to be out all day, sleep anytime I want and go online all day.&lt;br /&gt;Today's like the first day my MSN will be on all day.&lt;br /&gt;The bad side? I'm bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even packed the essentials.&lt;br /&gt;Two novels, one novel in the car in case I finish reading the first two,&lt;br /&gt;two sun catchers to paint and one word-search book.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need is a highlighter. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Updates.&lt;br /&gt;I bought 5 new clothes over the weekend. Two of which I'm wearing now. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;2 dresses one &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; and one plaid, one &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; top, one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; PJ top and one pair of shorts with butterfly prints all over!&lt;br /&gt;The PJ can be worn out as well! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I am so bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go paint my LADYBUGGY sun catcher now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-4699165342075335052?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4699165342075335052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=4699165342075335052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4699165342075335052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4699165342075335052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/09/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-5766523574470706660</id><published>2009-08-27T02:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:23:01.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants.</title><content type='html'>To &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sorry that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; having such a bad day. I wish I could make it all better the way &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; want it. But sometimes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; gotta understand the situation at hand. I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so much and I really want things to work out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;And to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;, I've lost count of how many times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;'ve pissed me off and yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; continue doing it again and again! What does it take for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; to understand that I'm not a person for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; to push around just because I'm a newbie compared to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;? -___- So what if my friends come to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; asking you to stamp their cards later because they forgot to give it to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; earlier? I don't see anything wrong with stamping their cards for them when they come back later. We do it all the time for other customers. What's wrong with doing it for them? Does it mean that if they're my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; have to be so biased and rude by telling them, 'So? You should give me the card whenever you order drinks. I shouldn't have to tell you to give me the card.' If they were like any other self-respecting customers, they'd bite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;r head off and complain to the manager already. Please la. Learn to respect others and don't be so fucking biased as to treat them badly and give them bad service just because they're my friends. They're still customers. They bought drinks, didn't they? And isn't it our policy to treat our customers fairly? Ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I even bother so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No pictures yet because I'm just so goddamn lazy. HAHA. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-5766523574470706660?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5766523574470706660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=5766523574470706660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5766523574470706660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5766523574470706660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/08/rants.html' title='Rants.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-1178015056599216637</id><published>2009-08-18T17:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:46:40.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up, up and Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sop1CNZpFuI/AAAAAAAAC-g/Z0vaae0__J8/s1600-h/DSC097431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371234186410137314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sop1CNZpFuI/AAAAAAAAC-g/Z0vaae0__J8/s320/DSC097431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sop1f0Fj0BI/AAAAAAAAC-w/nTedZ7h1pTE/s1600-h/DSC097491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371234695011094546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sop1f0Fj0BI/AAAAAAAAC-w/nTedZ7h1pTE/s320/DSC097491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sop1R_Q_tUI/AAAAAAAAC-o/rGV32mVrX1Y/s1600-h/DSC098251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371234457493681474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sop1R_Q_tUI/AAAAAAAAC-o/rGV32mVrX1Y/s320/DSC098251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am definitely happy with my balloons that night. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still am. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couldn't get to see Ean being lifted up but the balloons made up for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still have yet to get the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BEAR&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; to take pictures with my balloons. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt;, who are so 'afraid' of my handling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why don't &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; just tell it to my face instead of commenting here and there to other people and in books?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What ever happened to 'Maintain and Enhance Self-Esteem'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn't think a person like &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; would understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But no matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I had been any weaker, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; might have actually succeeded in destroying what's left of my self-esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too bad. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So find someone who cares, why don't &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to shower now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going out with the &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; to meet up with a friend of the sister's. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tattoos, wait for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-1178015056599216637?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1178015056599216637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=1178015056599216637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1178015056599216637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1178015056599216637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/08/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up, up and Away!'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sop1CNZpFuI/AAAAAAAAC-g/Z0vaae0__J8/s72-c/DSC097431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-8282356229881951723</id><published>2009-08-05T03:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T03:31:14.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Miss Russell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just remembered something from work from a few days back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isabel actually ate an Espresso bean. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why she did that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I do know that she became even more hyper than she already was. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;*LAUGHOUTLOUDTHROWSCONFETTIROLLSONFLOOR*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my Gawd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMGOMGOMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GMOGMOGMO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you manyak-manyaks, Miss Russell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muah!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really don't know what came over me. Just feeling random. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-8282356229881951723?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8282356229881951723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=8282356229881951723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8282356229881951723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8282356229881951723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/08/dedicated-to-miss-russell.html' title='Dedicated to Miss Russell'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-7795934290887196578</id><published>2009-08-04T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:48:22.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello. How have you been? I've been fine, thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start a new post eh? :D Anyways, here's a list of updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rectified some wrongs with the people who turned out to be the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;most important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people after cleaning out my eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Genting in the middle of the night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to make amends with the loved one. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did a little bit of my Barista Certification with Redza! Yay! Now I feel like a &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; barista. Haha! Made a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tall Caramel Macchiato&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tall Mocha&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tall Latte&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Tall Cappuccino&lt;/span&gt;. Cappuccino and Mocha turned out overweight and underweight respectively. Boo. ):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a new Store Manager.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went for a farewell dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made my first &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Iced Tall Extra Caramel Sauce Caramel Macchiato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Wee!!~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a haircut. My new permanent hair stylist is Howard from Monsoon-id from TCM says I look like a &lt;strong&gt;Korean girl&lt;/strong&gt; now!!! (cehh!!! perasan!!), loved one calls me &lt;em&gt;coconut&lt;/em&gt; and Fai call me &lt;em&gt;Lego&lt;/em&gt; like he did Pat last time. -_- I, on the other hand, feel like I look like the &lt;em&gt;priest from 'I now Pronounce you Chuck and Larry&lt;/em&gt;. T___T&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking about whether to quit college or continue on and be miserable. I can't go to Club Med for internship now!! Darn you, you stupid resits!!!!! &gt;(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah. That's the update. Will load pictures soon. You know you love me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*editted* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By the way, I changed the colours on my blog. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-7795934290887196578?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7795934290887196578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=7795934290887196578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7795934290887196578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7795934290887196578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-update.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-534669484798821817</id><published>2009-07-26T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:19:57.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I any different than I was yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Last week?&lt;br /&gt;Last month?&lt;br /&gt;Last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-534669484798821817?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/534669484798821817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=534669484798821817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/534669484798821817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/534669484798821817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-i.html' title='Am I?'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-4737345186649915155</id><published>2009-07-21T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:47:31.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I cannot  believe that the chatbox war in the main course's blogspot is still ongoing. -___- Don't these people have a life instead of constantly refreshing the chatbox just to see the new messages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the war is about whether the course rep is competent or not la, whether he makan money or not la. Eh, hello. You think being course rep is very easy is it? Pffftt. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very big ulcer at the back of my tongue. Boo. T___T I can't let out a good, big, satisfying yawn, I can't swallow, I can't even let food roll all over my tongue just for the satisfaction of it! BOO YOU YOU STUPID ULCER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-4737345186649915155?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4737345186649915155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=4737345186649915155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4737345186649915155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4737345186649915155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-6915179261600416271</id><published>2009-06-30T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:54:23.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid</title><content type='html'>Learning how to stand on your own two feet is hard. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fucking hard&lt;/span&gt;. Especially when you've started relying on people from a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;veryveryveryonceuponatime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; long time ago. I'm trying; but will it yield any results? Good ones??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SMSing is so overrated! You may mean 'A' but to the receiver it means 'B'. T_T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so sleepy but I dare not sleep. I'm actually in my old place in MU resting. I was supposed to have a few good hours of sleep at least, but no! The retarded me just had to wait for Xuan to finish his assignment and go online and play 'Typing Maniac'. &gt;( Stupidstupidstupid! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;STUPIDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's 12.50 and it's still not too late to get two hours or less of shuteye. Ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-6915179261600416271?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6915179261600416271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=6915179261600416271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6915179261600416271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6915179261600416271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid.html' title='Stupid'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-3969888759459646571</id><published>2009-06-27T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:48:35.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored out of My Wits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In approximately 1 and a half hours, I have to go to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, the joy&lt;/em&gt;. T___T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Transformers tonight with the partners. Half of me says, can't wait! The other, you got money meh?? T___T Ish. Geram la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna go get myself a tuna sandwich now. Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-3969888759459646571?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3969888759459646571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=3969888759459646571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3969888759459646571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3969888759459646571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/bored-out-of-my-wits.html' title='Bored out of My Wits'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-3021969950504492050</id><published>2009-06-27T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:57:32.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typing Maniac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Typing Maniac is fun!! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-3021969950504492050?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3021969950504492050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=3021969950504492050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3021969950504492050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3021969950504492050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/typing-maniac.html' title='Typing Maniac'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-4308837542824592595</id><published>2009-06-26T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:24:58.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SkS8rhIZg0I/AAAAAAAAC9w/bGDz0SnXAZs/s1600-h/michael_jackson_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351609713036985154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SkS8rhIZg0I/AAAAAAAAC9w/bGDz0SnXAZs/s320/michael_jackson_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; R.I.P Michael Jackson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1958 - 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regardless of the mistakes you made in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you will always be the one that made a huge impact in the music industry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a few days ago, my mommy, sister and I were watching Michael Jackson's videos and we were all marvelling at his talent in dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I grew up listening to his songs as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now, he's gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I certainly hope that he is resting in peace now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-4308837542824592595?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4308837542824592595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=4308837542824592595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4308837542824592595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4308837542824592595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael Jackson'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SkS8rhIZg0I/AAAAAAAAC9w/bGDz0SnXAZs/s72-c/michael_jackson_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-7434876473548196335</id><published>2009-06-26T06:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:23:02.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomniac Little Child</title><content type='html'>It is now 6.04 in the morning. The cranky side of me has gone to bed and the insomniac little child in me has come out, afraid and alone and wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my assignment. The next step would be to go print it. But no ink. Sigh.. Ah well. I guess I can always ask my mommy for help; only thing is, I haven't really spoken to her since Monday, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. The birds are already starting to chirp. And yet, I don't feel any better even though I know the sun's about to come up. What the fuck is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two hours, my sister and friend will be leaving the house to go to work. Should I go with them? Should I just stay home? The ironic thing is, home is a sanctuary to everyone. Home is where they seek peace and solace. Not me. I try my very best to run away from home as much as I can. I don't feel the bonds anymore. I feel like I don't belong. Not only at home but everywhere. God. What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God should just end my miserable life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*editted*&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that there are already 3 people in KTAR with AH1N1. Two from SBS school and 1 from SSSH school. Here's the good part. I am from SSSH school. Hopefully, it isn't anyone from our course. God. On another hand, it might be a good thing. xD Whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood la. I'm feeling morbid now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-7434876473548196335?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7434876473548196335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=7434876473548196335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7434876473548196335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7434876473548196335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/insomniac-little-child.html' title='Insomniac Little Child'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-7237836049631198727</id><published>2009-06-26T04:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:24:25.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbly cranky.</title><content type='html'>It is now 4.21 in the fucking morning and I am googling for some stuff for my stupid fucking English assignment. -__- It is due next Tuesday and I am only starting now. What the fuck?! Sometimes I absolutely hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that I am superbly cranky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &lt;em&gt;Whatever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sleeping time is now officially completely fucked up. Congratulate me now, please. Before I die from the lack of attention! *rofllol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, dude. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll never know what you really want until it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-7237836049631198727?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7237836049631198727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=7237836049631198727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7237836049631198727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7237836049631198727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/superbly-cranky.html' title='Superbly cranky.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-1846432576013941901</id><published>2009-06-23T05:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:24:23.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>I have recently realised that an online blog is really impractical when it comes to posting seriously personal things. Things that other people should know nothing of. Things that only the people closest to you should know. So yeah. Alot of things has happened in the span of.. 4 or 5 days? Things that should have taken years to materialise all squeezed into 4-5 days. Maximum 7 days la. I can't really remember. My mental capacity isn't big enough so I don't remember the simplest things. I have already lost track of time. I can't even remember what date is it. What day and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I realised is that spilling your guts sometimes produce really unexpected results. Life sometimes doesn't fail to surprise you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my thumbdrive. I miss being able to store everything up in it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another hand, I received my first card in work. :D There are 5 BE's cards. Be welcoming, be considerate, be knowledgeable, be genuine, and be involved. I received my first Be Considerate' card. Heard that, people?? I'm considerate! Buahahahahaha!! xD So happy! *jumps around and throws confetti* But the circumstances under which I received my first card is slightly disorienting. Because I'm still trying to get used to the way things work in the shop, I was still slightly lost on what to do for pre-closing. HuiYee came in not feeling well and she was supposed to clean the cafe. She wasn't feeling well, so Ben asked whether it would be all right if I swapped with her. I was supposed to do BOH, see. So I was okay with it because I'm already comfortable doing cafe. I don't make everyone stay behind the way I did with my first few times with the cafe. So she helped me I helped her and then I had a serious void with the POS register and I was really stressed up about it. I KEYED IN THE WRONG AMOUNT FOR THE CREDIT CARD SALES!! T_____T Damn stressed I tell you. D; Then after the whole void incident, Ben gave me my first BE card. (: Which lightened my mood considerably. :D Hahaha. Happpyhappppyhappyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stress level is reaching its peak now. I'm just glad that I have the strength to hold it at bay and still be sane. My balancing is off though. I can't stand still without leaning forward and/or tripping or hurting myself while walking. Imagine this. I can barely walk on a flat surface without tripping already. Now that my balance is off even more, I can't walk properly without concentrating. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have left to say without revealing too much on what's going on in my life now is that I'm sorry for all the trouble/pain/time/money to the people who I owe so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-1846432576013941901?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1846432576013941901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=1846432576013941901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1846432576013941901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1846432576013941901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-update_23.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-5955181823394117244</id><published>2009-06-20T09:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:45:26.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So little time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much to think, so much to decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there can only be one decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God. Why must my life be so fraught with peril?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For once, I &lt;strike&gt;wish&lt;/strike&gt; want it to be easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'm going to drop by the psychiatrist office in college one of these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because if I don't, my friends will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it's free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&gt;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This ain't easy, I can be sure of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-5955181823394117244?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5955181823394117244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=5955181823394117244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5955181823394117244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5955181823394117244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-little-time.html' title='So little time.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-187527666230660598</id><published>2009-06-13T01:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:23:56.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Robert Frost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive, O Lord, my&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; little jokes&lt;/span&gt; on Thee, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'll forgive Thy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;great big one&lt;/span&gt; on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Robert Frost-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This quote speaks to me. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you, if it were to have a pair of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brown,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sweeet, sensitive eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd take it home and adopt it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wtf. &lt;div align="center"&gt;So terpesong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-187527666230660598?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/187527666230660598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=187527666230660598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/187527666230660598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/187527666230660598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/robert-frost.html' title='Robert Frost'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-5837614575280633080</id><published>2009-06-07T02:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:08:14.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am bored so humour me, all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Resit Papers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KHHM1013 : French 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KHHM1043 : Introduction To Hospitality Industry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KBFA1013 : Hospitality Accounting &lt;strike&gt;(FUCK YOU!)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KHHM1604 : Food, Ingredients and Basic Cooking Methods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KHHM2013 : French 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KACS1303 : Introduction To Computer Systems And Application Software&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wonderful or not you tell me?? This semester, if my assumptions are right, I cannot resit Accounting, Food, French 2 and Intro to Computer Systems blablabla.. Tell me la. Who fails the 'Introduction' subjects of their main course? Don't mind the English. It's abit off at the moment because I'm dead tired and stressed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to cry. /cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My week just keeps getting worse and worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, on the upcoming Monday, I have to wear my chef's uniform &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; because my group is in charge of the cooking this coming week. Did I mention that second years are required to run the restaurant for the &lt;strong&gt;whole of this semester&lt;/strong&gt;?? That is about 18 weeks, I tell you! &gt;( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;That isn't the worse yet. This is the worst. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Starting February 1 2010, I'll be having my training for either 2 and a half months or 3 months depending on the hotel I get. And celebrate Chinese New Year in the industry as Miss Amanda has so kindly pointed out. T_______________T &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dilemma here is this : Is Miss Amanda going to send me off to hotels in other countries (Penang, Club Med?) or a local hotel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the one hand, I really wanna go overseas because more exposure &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, away from KL &lt;em&gt;la,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beach-front &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, you name it &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, but what about work and the Boyfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Local hotel means I can continue part part time for work but it'll be boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No beaches.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But if overseas, the Boyfriend can't just leave his work and come with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He deserves a holiday too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why is work important to me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Exposure &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, interactions &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, but also because I need a side income because not all hotels are gonna provide allowances. T_T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Decisions, decisions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sigh.. I think I'm going to grow old soon. T____T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-5837614575280633080?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5837614575280633080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=5837614575280633080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5837614575280633080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5837614575280633080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-1645972676640323724</id><published>2009-06-05T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:22:20.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>Ugh.. On Tuesday, I had a full day of class and I got closing shift. Went home dead tired. Today, I have a full day of class as well AND closing shift. Thankfully, today's classes are all lectures so fuck them. Lol. I think I need to talk to Ben about not giving me shifts on full day classes and more shifts on empty days. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. I have to dye my hair black by Week 8 (I think) to take some more formal photographs for Miss Amanda to put in our resumes before handing them out to hotels. T__T And I have 6 papers to resit and Accounting is not available this semester. Sigh.. Why oh why must my life be laden down with shits?? -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to go look for food now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-1645972676640323724?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1645972676640323724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=1645972676640323724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1645972676640323724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1645972676640323724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-update.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-6249285077450465073</id><published>2009-05-30T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:41:17.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah well, life's like that.</title><content type='html'>It's a Friday night and the boyfriend and I are home. Trying to save some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah well, life's like that. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Saturday and the boyfriend and I are working. -____- Sad. He starts at 9.30 and I start at 12. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah well, life's like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Mary mother of God. I have two bruises on my right leg. T__T One on knee and one on the part of the leg above the foot. Yeah, I have difficulty labelling every part of my body. I know the basics like head, neck, boobs, ass, leg, hands, fingers, ears, nose, mouth, hair, toes, ankle, and a few. But I don't know this part. T__T I better go back to kindy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah well, life's like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm already annoying myself with the 'Ah well, life's like that'. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-6249285077450465073?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6249285077450465073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=6249285077450465073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6249285077450465073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6249285077450465073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/ah-well-lifes-like-that.html' title='Ah well, life&apos;s like that.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-6286640846238424254</id><published>2009-05-28T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:51:39.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Side of the Bed.</title><content type='html'>Ugh.. Tutorials start next week. Sigh.. T__T I really don't look forward to it. Why oh why did I have to go to college? If it was a college near home, I wouldn't mind it so much. But Setapak???? *groans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole body's aching. Darn. Yesterday night I cleaned the cafe. And it ain't easy, I tell you. Rolling chairs and tables and armchairs and sofas around. T____________T /cries&lt;br /&gt;My poor arms, legs, back. Sigh.. Tonight closing again. Ah well. At least work gives me a reason to leave college early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I really have to do my best in this semester already. Sigh.. I just checked my result through the website (darn website's so lagged. Students are all logged in! &gt;( /punch) and I have two C's and a D. I so very nearly had a heart attack when it loaded because I thought I had to resit all of 'em. Then I saw the last line at the bottom of the result box. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are required to resit KACS1303'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-______- So, that was the subject I failed and my total of failed subjects from Semester 1 till now would be 6. Hailat or not you tell me. One resit is RM50 and the college is thinking of raising it to RM80. Fucking rich already still want money ah? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cibai&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah, you do the math. Means I have to save up much longer for my lomo camera, my phone, etc.. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in such a foul mood today. Sigh.. I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-6286640846238424254?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6286640846238424254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=6286640846238424254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6286640846238424254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6286640846238424254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='Wrong Side of the Bed.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-5243837559519366874</id><published>2009-05-26T01:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:51:46.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lomography. Colourful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want I want I want! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShrWE5CSIBI/AAAAAAAAC8U/AUrtcbOWqIg/s1600-h/51Z3ETZ4KFL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShrWE5CSIBI/AAAAAAAAC8U/AUrtcbOWqIg/s320/51Z3ETZ4KFL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339815687719362578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holga 120 CFN Colorflash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShrWrcONOqI/AAAAAAAAC8c/gxL8l8qHVKU/s1600-h/02041_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShrWrcONOqI/AAAAAAAAC8c/gxL8l8qHVKU/s320/02041_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339816349999643298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holga K200N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShrXH2lw00I/AAAAAAAAC8k/cVDZWfmR4ys/s1600-h/Holga_ABC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShrXH2lw00I/AAAAAAAAC8k/cVDZWfmR4ys/s320/Holga_ABC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339816838114104130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShrXUOt-HoI/AAAAAAAAC8s/85YGn1nGM6k/s1600-h/45db_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShrXUOt-HoI/AAAAAAAAC8s/85YGn1nGM6k/s320/45db_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339817050749410946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holga 120GCFN Mix CMY Color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShrXvVcs0pI/AAAAAAAAC80/rtaUULJ0hVQ/s1600-h/LOMO-Holga-kit-CMY-edition_EFEA6FC6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShrXvVcs0pI/AAAAAAAAC80/rtaUULJ0hVQ/s320/LOMO-Holga-kit-CMY-edition_EFEA6FC6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339817516412490386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOMO Holga kit CMY edition Camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want lor! :D&lt;br /&gt;But, I cannot be so greedy as to want&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ALL&lt;/span&gt; of it. (Boo!)&lt;br /&gt;So, if I do get either one of it, the rest will be striked out from the Wish List.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. But to start off, maybe I'll get myself the K200N. For starters.&lt;br /&gt;But I really like the CMY edition one though. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;It looks so bright and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing it out everywhere with me would definitely bring &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; to my day. Lol. :D&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the 120 CFN Colorflash looks really old school, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Decisions, decisions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinkingthinking*&lt;br /&gt;Ishishish! I like all la. How? :/&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;bright&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so pretty so &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely going to have to save up alot more to strike out the list.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll save up alot alot alot alot alot of money so I can buy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;of them. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend will surely kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Buy so many for what?? You can use all meh?? &gt;('&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I can imagine the look on his face now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another sad note, college is starting. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-5243837559519366874?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5243837559519366874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=5243837559519366874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5243837559519366874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5243837559519366874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/lomography.html' title='Lomography. Colourful.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShrWE5CSIBI/AAAAAAAAC8U/AUrtcbOWqIg/s72-c/51Z3ETZ4KFL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-2273932649243382647</id><published>2009-05-20T22:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:29:02.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Poltergeist, Love and Death.</title><content type='html'>Was watching '20 Acts of Love Gone Wrong'. Lol. They countdown from the 20th till the 1st; duhh. So anyway, my favourite has got to be the Number 1 'Act of Love Gone Wrong'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This, my friends, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Lorena Bobbit. *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShQUQ7Z9ZXI/AAAAAAAAC7c/eRNPQ2BnlrM/s1600-h/d1d4e66ad294f9b297a17d72da37e40ff48ba950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShQUQ7Z9ZXI/AAAAAAAAC7c/eRNPQ2BnlrM/s320/d1d4e66ad294f9b297a17d72da37e40ff48ba950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337913739397916018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not so sure whether the info provided on Wikipedia is accurate or not (NOO!! How can this be?? *gaspgasp*) but you can read it &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lorena_Bobbitt"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. But from what I watched, after the police report, they searched for the penis *LOL* and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; found it&lt;/span&gt;! As quoted from this guy that was interviewed 'If you threw a hot dog out the window, you can never see it again. An animal would have runned off with it.' LOL. The best part about the whole thing was that after the incident and John Bobbit had his penis sewn back on, he proceeded to shoot an adult movie!! Zzz.. But really, I have respect for this woman. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another case was of John Sweeney murdering his girlfriend, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dominique_Dunne"&gt;Dominique Dunne&lt;/a&gt;. She acted in this 1982 movie called '&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0084516/"&gt;Poltergeist&lt;/a&gt;'. So I started having flashbacks of hiding under my duvet when I was a little kiddykid. My mom insisted I watch it because.. *hesitates* the youngest daughter who could see the 'things' has my name. Carol Anne. I think that's why my mother gave me my name. She probably thought she could get a cute little bundle of joy with the big eyes and the works. Oh, I had the big eyes when I was a kiddykid. They shrunked. T_T So anyway, back to the topic. Oh my god that movie was so good did you guys watch it? Can you sense my excitement here? Lol. So anyway, Dominique Dunne was a really pretty young lady. It's so sad that she died so early. The young girl who acted as Carol Anne Freeling also died young. She died when she was 12. Read about Heather O'Rourke&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heather_O%27Rourke"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, oh. Make sure you listen to her famous line in 'Poltergeist'. So cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShQavtMnPyI/AAAAAAAAC78/bY0pDvxtClc/s1600-h/heather_orourke12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShQavtMnPyI/AAAAAAAAC78/bY0pDvxtClc/s320/heather_orourke12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337920865229553442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carol Anne. Heather O'Rourke. So pretty right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShQarDCBBpI/AAAAAAAAC70/i15OOEvKMyU/s1600-h/dd_mainlogo060107b8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShQarDCBBpI/AAAAAAAAC70/i15OOEvKMyU/s320/dd_mainlogo060107b8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337920785191339666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dana Freeling. Dominique Dunne. The older sister in the Freeling family in 'Poltergeist'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShQal7DZDlI/AAAAAAAAC7s/AKIGTlac4xA/s1600-h/poltergeist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShQal7DZDlI/AAAAAAAAC7s/AKIGTlac4xA/s320/poltergeist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337920697150279250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShQaZz3P-pI/AAAAAAAAC7k/0UHRsDvgBuQ/s1600-h/poltergeist25big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShQaZz3P-pI/AAAAAAAAC7k/0UHRsDvgBuQ/s320/poltergeist25big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337920489061874322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they even have a 25th Anniversary Edition! I want i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think the boyfriend hasn't watched this show because he kept insisting that Dominique Dunne was the actress in this show. I said 'yeah. As the teenage daughter, Dana! This wide-eyed blond haired girl is the one who can see the things!'. So yeah, so far, the list of things that I need to buy when my salary comes out would be :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(a) Black shoes&lt;br /&gt;(b) Black pants (long or whatever)&lt;br /&gt;(c) Starbucks tumbler so I can ta bao. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(d) Buy 25th Anniversary Addition Poltergeist! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Oh, have you guys heard of the Romeo and Juliet of punk? Nancy Spungen and Sid Vicious from the Sex Pistols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShQdXHw7VZI/AAAAAAAAC8E/V5XNAVj9irk/s1600-h/Nancy_Spungen-290x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShQdXHw7VZI/AAAAAAAAC8E/V5XNAVj9irk/s320/Nancy_Spungen-290x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337923741399340434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're both quite good-looking if you ask me. It's so sad that they both died. Sigh.. The program said that when the Sex Pistols went on a tour, Nancy couldn't come along and Sid stabbed himself with broken bottles if the audience wasn't really 'there' anymore during the concert. Apparently, it was a flop. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShQeA5hEZmI/AAAAAAAAC8M/oYYRUWfoZ4c/s1600-h/cover5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShQeA5hEZmI/AAAAAAAAC8M/oYYRUWfoZ4c/s320/cover5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337924459129235042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Read about Nancy Spungen &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nancy_Spungen"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and Sid Vicious &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sid_Vicious"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. My whole post is about the people that have caught my attention and are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Going downstairs now to watch 'Coming Soon' with the Boyfriend. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-2273932649243382647?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2273932649243382647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=2273932649243382647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2273932649243382647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2273932649243382647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/poltergeist-love-and-death.html' title='Poltergeist, Love and Death.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/ShQUQ7Z9ZXI/AAAAAAAAC7c/eRNPQ2BnlrM/s72-c/d1d4e66ad294f9b297a17d72da37e40ff48ba950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-8964637379005724924</id><published>2009-05-14T00:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:10:14.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep Thoughts.'/><title type='text'>Us</title><content type='html'>How long have we been?&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been since I last checked on how you're really feeling about things?&lt;br /&gt;How long have we tried to rectify our mistakes and end up failing again and again?&lt;br /&gt;How long have we been patient?&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been since we really&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; listened&lt;/span&gt; whenever we say it?&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been going through our ears; not really fully understanding its true meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's been long enough. Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time we really start listening and fully grasping the true meaning instead of it being meaningless noise that goes through.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time we really mean it when we say it instead of it being an obligation; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a chore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time we really settle down and tackle the problem at hand.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to rectify all wrongs and really make it work this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you through the awkward phases in the beginning of our relationship. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; them all.&lt;br /&gt;How you stuttered and looked at me apologetically whenever you try to correct my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;How I loved seeing you stumble your way through.&lt;br /&gt;How you never failed to make me smile with a simple SMS or a call.&lt;br /&gt;How you would surprise me with something one day after the other.&lt;br /&gt;How you try to make me happy by feeding me.&lt;br /&gt;How trust was never an issue with the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has that person gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I see is a person who gets agitated easily.&lt;br /&gt;Angry.&lt;br /&gt;Bitter.&lt;br /&gt;Not trusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not naive. I know that a relationship can't be a bed of roses all the time. How that surprises and hugs and kisses and food are not things that hold the relationship together.  Sometimes it has to rain and go through the motions of thunder and lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sgr-AMq3T2I/AAAAAAAAC6s/uv_G6xTlkQs/s1600-h/rose-garden-arch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sgr-AMq3T2I/AAAAAAAAC6s/uv_G6xTlkQs/s320/rose-garden-arch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335355987928239970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mooseyscountrygarden.com/rose-garden/garden-roses.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just don't want the lightning and thunder to tear down the wonderful picture I hold dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sgr5uoACf-I/AAAAAAAAC6E/7cCET0dRFe0/s1600-h/n766219162_304993_386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sgr5uoACf-I/AAAAAAAAC6E/7cCET0dRFe0/s320/n766219162_304993_386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335351287980654562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us in 2007 when you and I were both stumbling our way through.&lt;br /&gt;Awkwardly but bravely because we know how much we loved seeing each other stumble our way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sgr6F825MBI/AAAAAAAAC6c/MBqD9tBQc8U/s1600-h/n766219162_521146_3246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sgr6F825MBI/AAAAAAAAC6c/MBqD9tBQc8U/s320/n766219162_521146_3246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335351688716431378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us in 2008 when we went over to Hazel's and where you layan-ed me and my inner child when I saw that wonderfully equipped playground beside the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sgr53heSYjI/AAAAAAAAC6M/01Di8QW2ILs/s1600-h/n766219162_563664_2825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sgr53heSYjI/AAAAAAAAC6M/01Di8QW2ILs/s320/n766219162_563664_2825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335351440847299122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You still layan-ed me no matter how cold you were in Genting and freezing your ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sgr5_QgrieI/AAAAAAAAC6U/RHA7oAjydoI/s1600-h/n827873502_1504593_2047903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sgr5_QgrieI/AAAAAAAAC6U/RHA7oAjydoI/s320/n827873502_1504593_2047903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335351573732887010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sgr6RNvR1FI/AAAAAAAAC6k/P3ZrSqy3mZ0/s1600-h/n827873502_1504634_2163031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sgr6RNvR1FI/AAAAAAAAC6k/P3ZrSqy3mZ0/s320/n827873502_1504634_2163031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335351882226455634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I love to do with you on your weekends off.&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting down and relaxing and de-stressing ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship got to the point where silences weren't uncomfortable or awkward anymore. We are so relaxed and comfortable with each other until we need not worry about filling the time with mindless chatter and only talked when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, like all greedy people, I wanted what wasn't good for me.&lt;br /&gt;I began complaining that we were so silent.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We don't talk anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' became my favourite sentence whenever I wasn't happy with the silence. But as it turns out, silence don't work well with you too. It changed you into someone who would just walk away whenever we had a disagreement over something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the old 'US' back. The happy 'US'. The 'US' that could stumble our way through life learning and growing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'US' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-8964637379005724924?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8964637379005724924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=8964637379005724924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8964637379005724924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8964637379005724924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/us.html' title='Us'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sgr-AMq3T2I/AAAAAAAAC6s/uv_G6xTlkQs/s72-c/rose-garden-arch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-165597541313564099</id><published>2009-05-12T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:24:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chucky Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the record, I am never going to buy my child a doll that can respond to what you say to it. Like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chucky_(Child"&gt;Chucky.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Otherwise, my best friend gets killed for nothing! &gt;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*shudders*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't mind me, I am watching Chucky now. *shudders some more*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-165597541313564099?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/165597541313564099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=165597541313564099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/165597541313564099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/165597541313564099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/chucky-doll.html' title='Chucky Doll'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-5176077105439201478</id><published>2009-05-10T07:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:32:23.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's currently 7.19 in the morning and I have not yet had any sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. Cosmo Wong is beside me laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laugh what??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ugh.. Watched Fast&amp;amp;Furious 4 again because mommy dearest bought the DVD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sister has not stopped watching it since the day mommy bought it.-__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Typical of my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When she likes a movie she watches it continuosly (did I spell it right?) until she finds a new one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh. Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I became a victim to conformity and created the 'How Well Do You Know Me?' quiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now we're discussing the progression of Fast&amp;amp;Furious movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to go on a roadtrip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I definitely need it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. That's my update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kthxbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*editted again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate HTML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not stopped editting since I posted this up a while ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want the spacing. But no spacing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-5176077105439201478?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5176077105439201478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=5176077105439201478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5176077105439201478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5176077105439201478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-3779602863809835057</id><published>2009-05-04T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:58:52.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got my first job interview today! :D&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm pretty sure they've decided to hire me already!! Whoopee!!~&lt;br /&gt;*throws confetti and squeals and jump around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sf8CZMKuwMI/AAAAAAAAC5M/H6rN8rf3iMI/s1600-h/starbucks-cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sf8CZMKuwMI/AAAAAAAAC5M/H6rN8rf3iMI/s320/starbucks-cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331983115616174274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAY ME!!~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-3779602863809835057?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3779602863809835057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=3779602863809835057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3779602863809835057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3779602863809835057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sf8CZMKuwMI/AAAAAAAAC5M/H6rN8rf3iMI/s72-c/starbucks-cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-6749254703498520095</id><published>2009-05-03T20:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:49:31.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sf2Lf_2LngI/AAAAAAAAC40/L4jYddC-d5g/s1600-h/DSC084261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331570915707428354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 234px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sf2Lf_2LngI/AAAAAAAAC40/L4jYddC-d5g/s320/DSC084261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Kingston 4GB&lt;br /&gt;"Banana"&lt;br /&gt;12 April 2009-1st May 2009&lt;br /&gt;You will always be missed.&lt;br /&gt;God keeps those He loves near.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me insane. I don't care. At least I can afford to be philosophical about this loss. At the very least, I didn't lose my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can make many more new memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have to mourn for the loss of my birthday pictures, friendly crazy moments, events, laugh-out-loud moments pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can make new ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I were to lose my camera, I cannot take new pictures any more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patrick will be back from Australia again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my birthday will come next year, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my sister will come out yam cha again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she and Patricia can happily give Patrick some more eyeliner moments. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another happier note, I am happy to say that I've applied to two new jobs so far. Hopefully they call me back soon and I can start working. &lt;em&gt;Again.&lt;/em&gt; (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I applied at :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331572797002784370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sf2NNgN8nnI/AAAAAAAAC48/LoQmwONB6Po/s320/starbucks-cup.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sf2NUMfiWFI/AAAAAAAAC5E/viFtJD3Te5E/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331572911966935122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 167px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sf2NUMfiWFI/AAAAAAAAC5E/viFtJD3Te5E/s320/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Nichii &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me and I hope I can get either one jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not too into the job at Nichii because when I went to apply for the job, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the supervisor(I think) was a nasty piece of work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, get this, howw is a 5 or 6 year old kid supposed to know that the counter is off-limits to customers? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The staff should have barred it off from the public if they're not going to be at the counter for a long time, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And one of the promoters went calling the supervisor back from wherever she is and she saw the kid there and said at the top of her voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 'Sape bagi budak nie masuk??!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She could have just led the kid out by the hand gently right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She shouldn't have yelled like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a soft spot for kids, &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't help it. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish me luck, yeah. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-6749254703498520095?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6749254703498520095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=6749254703498520095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6749254703498520095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6749254703498520095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Sf2Lf_2LngI/AAAAAAAAC40/L4jYddC-d5g/s72-c/DSC084261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-9027441804783057207</id><published>2009-05-02T03:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T04:23:24.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT MY THUMB DRIVE!! T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*wails*&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Number 1 :&lt;br /&gt;Never, ever, I repeat,&lt;br /&gt;NEVER EVER FUCKING USE YOUR THUMB DRIVE IN A FUCKING CYBERCAFE&lt;br /&gt;UNLESS YOU HAVE PERFECTLY GOOD MEMORY ABOUT PLUGGING IT INTO THE FUCKING CPU IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE!!&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S LOADED WITH EVERY SINGLE THING THAT MATTERS TO YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;GODDAMN IT TO HOLY FUCKING HELL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wails*&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;*whimpers*&lt;br /&gt;*curse*&lt;br /&gt;*stabs self with a pencil*&lt;br /&gt;*stabs again and again and again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my yellow thumb drive back. T___T&lt;br /&gt;Because my bear bought it and because it's loaded with every single thing that is so precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now. Please kill me.&lt;br /&gt;*stabsstabsstabs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want it back. Please, God, give me a miracle and let someone we know find it and return it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDITTED 2 minutes after posting*&lt;br /&gt;Great. It's gone. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;For-fucking-ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck you, you who took my thumb drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any advice on getting over the heartbreak and depression over losing something so meaningful and precious?&lt;br /&gt;Please, I really need it before I lose my fucking mind and check myself into a psychiatric ward.&lt;br /&gt;No, really.&lt;br /&gt;I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Please help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-9027441804783057207?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/9027441804783057207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=9027441804783057207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/9027441804783057207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/9027441804783057207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-my-thumb-drive-tt.html' title='I WANT MY THUMB DRIVE!! T_T'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-2544820070402276929</id><published>2009-04-17T14:07:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:48:53.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Cyber Fusion Day 2 and Other Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The second day sees us making our way to Cyberjaya. The two cars that went together were Sean and Cat's white Kenari and our purple Kenari. Hahaha. The two cars kept chasing each other. -___- When we finally reached, we went into the hall to look for Moe. We went in and all the lights were flashing like in a club. Lol. We also saw this; the timer marking the end of the 40hour LAN party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Segh0Zyw4II/AAAAAAAAC2k/vkdvWmWHx5o/s1600-h/DSC083791.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/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Segh0Zyw4II/AAAAAAAAC2k/vkdvWmWHx5o/s320/DSC083791.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325543743526330498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The timer marking down the time left till the end of 40 hours and into the Guinness World Record they go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Segi50r-YDI/AAAAAAAAC20/a1BnBg25JqY/s1600-h/DSC083841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Segi50r-YDI/AAAAAAAAC20/a1BnBg25JqY/s320/DSC083841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325544936156586034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pretty lights coming from the projector forming the timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Seghhx9yQXI/AAAAAAAAC2c/tRugWEbG0Sc/s1600-h/Picnik+collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Seghhx9yQXI/AAAAAAAAC2c/tRugWEbG0Sc/s320/Picnik+collage1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325543423597494642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost all the people who turned up. I'm sorry it couldn't be any clearer. Clearly, I still have alot to work on. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SegiIiFfV8I/AAAAAAAAC2s/Weuu_UzdPfQ/s1600-h/DSC083921.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/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SegiIiFfV8I/AAAAAAAAC2s/Weuu_UzdPfQ/s320/DSC083921.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325544089349740482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our very own ESP team 2! Yay! Go team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Segu7US2_iI/AAAAAAAAC28/TrWBlQ0OLNs/s1600-h/DSC083991.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/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Segu7US2_iI/AAAAAAAAC28/TrWBlQ0OLNs/s320/DSC083991.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325558155960581666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The war between Yoda (read : Shiang) and Anarkin (read : Sean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Segv7mSaR-I/AAAAAAAAC3E/pDu0Dfl34JI/s1600-h/DSC084011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Segv7mSaR-I/AAAAAAAAC3E/pDu0Dfl34JI/s320/DSC084011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325559260302165986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SegxoP2VHvI/AAAAAAAAC3M/fKWtaIpnlbE/s1600-h/DSC084261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SegxoP2VHvI/AAAAAAAAC3M/fKWtaIpnlbE/s320/DSC084261.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325561126884548338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the day's spoils is the Kingston! *applause* I wanted the pink one. Sadly they only have yellow and blue. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, on the night of the 11th, Moe, Shiang and I went to Choy Kee as usual and we found a spastic cat. At least I think it's spastic. LOL. So anyways, what does a normal cat do when you rub its back? It purrs right? This one twitches its tail non-stop, has a broken meow like its having a bad sore throat and when you carry it, it twitches and twists and do all sorts of funny stuff! Check it out! Oh, and in the first shot, if Moe was talking or smiling wide open, he and the cat would look related, I swear to God. LOL. Look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Seg5DC3JxWI/AAAAAAAAC3U/2mvJuIGYRqo/s1600-h/Picnik+collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Seg5DC3JxWI/AAAAAAAAC3U/2mvJuIGYRqo/s320/Picnik+collage2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325569283836200290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahahahah. Damn cute right the cat? Omg.. I so want a cat of my own. I'm going to get a cat and a dog. And I'm gonna make them best friends. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh. And Pat has a secret identity. APPLE GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Seg6l8YSkgI/AAAAAAAAC3c/EyuN5r-cK2g/s1600-h/DSC082881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Seg6l8YSkgI/AAAAAAAAC3c/EyuN5r-cK2g/s320/DSC082881.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325570982903190018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, Mr. Patrick Goh's back from the Land Down Under! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Seg8p-6nHdI/AAAAAAAAC3k/B9xnunPAvbI/s1600-h/DSC084231.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/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Seg8p-6nHdI/AAAAAAAAC3k/B9xnunPAvbI/s320/DSC084231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325573251326746066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My sister and I went to go get curry puffs and hot dogs from Ikea for lunch one day. Ooohh.. I miss Ikea! LOL! Look at their staircase now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Seg_J4FJoeI/AAAAAAAAC3s/cuE7YTcgnbs/s1600-h/DSC083191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Seg_J4FJoeI/AAAAAAAAC3s/cuE7YTcgnbs/s320/DSC083191.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325575998270972386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Create space. Organise. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Seg_c8hXy4I/AAAAAAAAC30/v7NBHCtr4bM/s1600-h/DSC083281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Seg_c8hXy4I/AAAAAAAAC30/v7NBHCtr4bM/s320/DSC083281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325576325880597378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I look a little botak here. But I actually clipped my fringe up because it was getting in the way. The sofa's pink, btw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hence, the picture. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Seg_qzOQntI/AAAAAAAAC38/c5JPmBec8n0/s1600-h/DSC083331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Seg_qzOQntI/AAAAAAAAC38/c5JPmBec8n0/s320/DSC083331.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325576563902684882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little sister. :D Love her, love the lamp. Cost a freaking RM159! -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this was from a very long time ago. 8th of March, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SehAzVtghxI/AAAAAAAAC4E/XPkxvQ4ey0g/s1600-h/DSC077281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SehAzVtghxI/AAAAAAAAC4E/XPkxvQ4ey0g/s320/DSC077281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325577810111137554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. I guess that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, about my very own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://asprincessfalls.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Project 365&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, I might have even started taking pictures everyday already. There's always something, be it a plaster, a rock, a twig, the rain, the sun, anything at all actually, catching my attention. Like this one, for example, on the sun. I have one that was sunny and it was raining as well. Really pretty, but you can't see the rain in the picture. Sad, right? I think a DSLR might do the trick but now's not the right time for me to get one. Boo. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SehMjuBsiXI/AAAAAAAAC4M/qDOU6D5o3_Y/s1600-h/DSC082281.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/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SehMjuBsiXI/AAAAAAAAC4M/qDOU6D5o3_Y/s320/DSC082281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325590735899887986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was taken while I was waiting for Shiang to finish work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was bored while waiting and of course, there's always the trusty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh. And Haikal's a big boy now! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SehNcQYXE1I/AAAAAAAAC4U/n9U9H-Sz7zI/s1600-h/DSC082201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SehNcQYXE1I/AAAAAAAAC4U/n9U9H-Sz7zI/s320/DSC082201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325591707194430290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alrighty. That's all for today. I will be bak! *Arnold Schwarzenegger-style*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-2544820070402276929?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2544820070402276929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=2544820070402276929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2544820070402276929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2544820070402276929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/04/cyber-fusion-day-2-and-other-updates.html' title='Cyber Fusion Day 2 and Other Updates'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/Segh0Zyw4II/AAAAAAAAC2k/vkdvWmWHx5o/s72-c/DSC083791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-2632565363754088336</id><published>2009-04-15T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:16:36.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those who love cats, please check these videos out! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnIGcLgoA9o"&gt;*click*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWIjfDJVsHU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;HeyDaddy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahahaha. This is so morbid. LOL. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cyber Fusion Day 2 will be up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-2632565363754088336?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2632565363754088336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=2632565363754088336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2632565363754088336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2632565363754088336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/04/cats.html' title='Cats! &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-1929917924970248801</id><published>2009-04-14T16:26:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:07:54.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber Fusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much to do, so little time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the 11th of April, we made our way to the Cyber Fusion event in Cyberjaya at the Multimedia University. Moe was competing in COD so we went over to give our support. That university is freakishly huge! I thought KTAR is big; this is bigger! O_O Damn huge wei! Thank God I don't study there. I'll probably die in my first month. LOL. So yeah. I know I have many more updates to do besides this, but I'm already editting these pictures so I'll just post it up so those who didn't go to the event might be able to see what it's like. Btw, I absolutely loved the L4D t-shirts that the exhibitors were wearing! I wanted one of my own. ): Boo. I also liked this t-shirt that was on sale that day with the caption 'I survived the longest LAN party' on the front! :D Too bad I couldn't buy it because I used 30bucks to buy this yellow Kingston thumbdrive for my own use. Sigh.. If only I didn't get the thumbdrive. I would have a new t-shirt by now. LOL. Anyway, enough talking, here goes : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeRYVcQOOoI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/ZalvG1mJCrE/s1600-h/DSC083861.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324477784843500162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeRYVcQOOoI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/ZalvG1mJCrE/s320/DSC083861.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cyber Fusion 2009, 10-12 April 2009, MMU Grand Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeRYi95hLzI/AAAAAAAAC1c/rEV7cGt1wF8/s1600-h/DSC083431.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324478017213378354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeRYi95hLzI/AAAAAAAAC1c/rEV7cGt1wF8/s320/DSC083431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We followed signs like these all the way to MMU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeRY27cnxqI/AAAAAAAAC1k/pcEsnB_A6MQ/s1600-h/DSC083461.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324478360152688290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeRY27cnxqI/AAAAAAAAC1k/pcEsnB_A6MQ/s320/DSC083461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeRbnmzwR7I/AAAAAAAAC18/YvI4ZTBhE8o/s1600-h/DSC083481.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324481395449415602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeRbnmzwR7I/AAAAAAAAC18/YvI4ZTBhE8o/s320/DSC083481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These were less than half of the amount of people that showed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't understand why a St.John's van have to be present, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it's for the LAN party thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeRaLP7WGSI/AAAAAAAAC10/zrzUwZqWqDk/s1600-h/DSC083491.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324479808759273762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeRaLP7WGSI/AAAAAAAAC10/zrzUwZqWqDk/s320/DSC083491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We had Pizza Hut two days in a row. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeRdjIrdInI/AAAAAAAAC2E/RVIbSHdNJ0A/s1600-h/DSC083571.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324483517665321586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeRdjIrdInI/AAAAAAAAC2E/RVIbSHdNJ0A/s320/DSC083571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My penguin. LOL. Love you manyak-manyak la k? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeReSAkq46I/AAAAAAAAC2M/SMbFGnaaXq4/s1600-h/DSC083601.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324484322943230882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeReSAkq46I/AAAAAAAAC2M/SMbFGnaaXq4/s320/DSC083601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do miss carrying a schoolbag. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeRfHuINOBI/AAAAAAAAC2U/WNThX_ohsus/s1600-h/DSC083621.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324485245704943634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeRfHuINOBI/AAAAAAAAC2U/WNThX_ohsus/s320/DSC083621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were playing crabs. Lol. Pat's the left claw and I'm the right claw. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that's about it for Day One of the Cyber Fusion Event. I shall continue on to Day Two tomorrow. Have to go pick the boyfriend up. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Much Loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-1929917924970248801?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1929917924970248801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=1929917924970248801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1929917924970248801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1929917924970248801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/04/cyber-fusion.html' title='Cyber Fusion'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SeRYVcQOOoI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/ZalvG1mJCrE/s72-c/DSC083861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-7297150375316496937</id><published>2009-04-11T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:44:33.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Websites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you just hate it when you type the address in the bar where you type the website you want to go to thingy and going to the homepage is insanely fast but logging in is the problem and then trying to use applications in the website and it lags and when you log out it's fast??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely hate it. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-7297150375316496937?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7297150375316496937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=7297150375316496937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7297150375316496937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7297150375316496937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/04/websites.html' title='Websites'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-1949006093714401142</id><published>2009-04-08T02:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:54:57.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is currently 2.37 in the morning of the 8th. My, my. How time flies. (: Already I sat through two midterms and another coming up this Friday. Ugh. *diediedie* The week after next will mark the beginning of my finals. Hohoho. Die or not you tell me? I feel like I barely make it to college and it is already the finals. I guess that's what happens in a short semester. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is not the main reason of me blogging at this unearthly hour. Heh. I was blog-hopping and I came upon this. &lt;a href="http://photojojo.com/content/tutorials/project-365-take-a-photo-a-day/"&gt;Project 365. &lt;/a&gt; It inspires me. I'm not sure what's the catch, but what the heck? What can be compared to a year-long's worth of pictures? Every picture has a reason and memory behind it. I certainly would like to remember every single bit of detail in every single picture I've taken. I'm already in the habit of taking my camera everywhere I go so there really is no problem at all! :D And since I don't come online everyday, I will write down every detail concerning the picture so when I upload them all into a computer, I can read back and reminisce. (: I'm not sure on when to get started though. I have so many things to do and classes to attend. And I just choked on my saliva. -_-  Anyways, I guess when I do get started, this blog will be the first to know. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have yet to upload the bajillion pictures in my camera. I think there are a few people waiting for those pictures. My sister, Pat, etc.. LOL. Sorry guys. I'll get it done as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. Gonna go watch The Simpsons now. I fucking love the show. LOL. Sherry Bobbins. Spider Pig. Duhh.. Ha ha ha ha. LOL!! :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-1949006093714401142?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1949006093714401142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=1949006093714401142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1949006093714401142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1949006093714401142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365.html' title='Project 365'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-1911560025260197607</id><published>2009-04-02T15:27:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:45:12.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minor Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-_____- zzz.. I have tonnes of things to update about and there are so many pictures! And only a few of them are editted. And I have this obsessive habit of editting pictures because they're pretty. LOL. So anyways, to sum it all up : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 : Two swimming sessions at Pat's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 : Endless yam cha sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 : Two prawn fishing sessions at Aman Suria. (I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 : Go-Karting session at Shah Alam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 : Dressed Shiang and Moe in a dress. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 : Found out that Moe actually owns Burger King at 1u. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 : Packed all my stuff from the Setapak house; eager to run away from nutcases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8 : Took random zoomed-in pictures of raindrops and my bling-ed phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9 : Cheng Meng with Shiang's family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10 : Went to the waterfall at Templer's Park. Saw two monkeys humping each other there as well. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11 : Witnessed 'The Teh-O-Ais vs The Patricia'. Score was 1-o, btw. Also witnessed 'The Tosai vs The Cosmo'. Score was also 1-0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12 : Visited Haikal and Kaalya. Haikal's a big boy now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13 : Lepak in the playground and talked about our future kids, cars, houses, pets, and so on. Names were all our names with a 'junior' behind. Lol. There's going to be 9 cars among all of us as well. LOL. I wanted a Cayenne. Because it sounds fancy. Wtf. -_- Now my car will be the old VW Bug and a S80 Volvo. The Bug will be in yellow and the S80 in grey. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;14 : Got a free haircut and became my sister's friend's hair model for his exam. I have REALLY short hair now. T___T Hopefully it grows long soon. I'm not complaining about the hair. As a matter of fact, I love it. It's just that I'm not too used to it yet. Gimme time la. Lol. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's about all I can remember so far. Here's what I can post up of the first swimming sessions. Because that's all I can put so far. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SdRvffYo5zI/AAAAAAAACz4/aFIRZ3WeziQ/s1600-h/unfunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319999646622869298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 234px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SdRvffYo5zI/AAAAAAAACz4/aFIRZ3WeziQ/s320/unfunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SdRvffYo5zI/AAAAAAAACz4/aFIRZ3WeziQ/s1600-h/unfunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told them how much I loved Pat's room because it's pink in colour. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SdRvffYo5zI/AAAAAAAACz4/aFIRZ3WeziQ/s1600-h/unfunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SdRwNoC8E7I/AAAAAAAAC0A/V3rFegLbJlY/s1600-h/aboogehh%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320000439221752754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SdRwNoC8E7I/AAAAAAAAC0A/V3rFegLbJlY/s320/aboogehh%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Water splashing. Ohmygod.. Did I spell it right? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SdRwrU_7F1I/AAAAAAAAC0I/Ia2s_g2LqWs/s1600-h/blowfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320000949504907090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SdRwrU_7F1I/AAAAAAAAC0I/Ia2s_g2LqWs/s320/blowfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; bloopbloopbloop.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My ShiangShiang being a puffer fish. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moe says it looks like a dead turtle. -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SdRxBL62BkI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/vQF3xBke6wA/s1600-h/buddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320001325024806466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SdRxBL62BkI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/vQF3xBke6wA/s320/buddha.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahaha. This picture gets me everytime. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SdRx6NnNAJI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/8_ZcO1cs0SY/s1600-h/success.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320002304731840658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 234px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SdRx6NnNAJI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/8_ZcO1cs0SY/s320/success.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moe finally succeeded in standing on the float. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SdRzk4wPJ0I/AAAAAAAAC1A/SNgwODaFTl8/s1600-h/mousestickchubby.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320004137378588482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SdRzk4wPJ0I/AAAAAAAAC1A/SNgwODaFTl8/s320/mousestickchubby.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Family portrait. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's about it for today's update. On one fine lazy day when I have absolutely nothing to do and nowhere to go, I shall blog fully and in detailed. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know you love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(So Gossip Girl. LOL. And I don't even watch Gossip Girl. -____-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh. Oh. Oh. It's finally raining! YES!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-1911560025260197607?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1911560025260197607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=1911560025260197607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1911560025260197607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1911560025260197607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/04/minor-update.html' title='Minor Update'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SdRvffYo5zI/AAAAAAAACz4/aFIRZ3WeziQ/s72-c/unfunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-4862201236719006326</id><published>2009-03-11T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:45:10.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My blog is so dead. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I is sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-4862201236719006326?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4862201236719006326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=4862201236719006326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4862201236719006326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4862201236719006326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/03/dead.html' title='Dead.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-1912808567257142602</id><published>2009-03-08T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:19:51.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;List Of Things That I'm Currently &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hating&lt;/span&gt; Now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The house that I'm residing in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that the broom flew away one day and everyone had no idea it was missing until it was time for MY duty. -_-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So, because I haven't done my duty since Wednesday (I didn't know the freaking timetable was remade! Wtf cibai), the house is in a total mess with all the ash from cigarettes, hair, dust and ants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And because the house is in this state, two people cannot continue because apparently it's this unspoken rule we have among each other to never clean the house if one or two people delayed their duty, when the rest of the house comes home from an extended weekend, they're going to look at me like I'm a right old slob. -_- Excuse me, don't fucking blame me because you decided to air out the wet broom on the balcony and 'forgot' to bring it in at night. -_- You should have remembered that the broom was out there. Thank goodness YS and May aren't like that. -_-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My fucking room is so dusty even though I just cleaned it! My nose is starting to act up. -_- I can't wait to move out. Or else I'm going to die from fucking asthma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hair is dropping like crazy! Sobs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting at home all day doing nothing waiting for Shiang to come home. Sigh.. Good practise in becoming a future stay-at-home housewife. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;List Of Things That I'm Currently &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Loving &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just showered and I smell good! Haha!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnson's Peach body soap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That body soap reminds me so much of my childhood when I'm at home and showering. I always loved that smell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hair feels superbly clean and soft. Sunsilk. Hee! I still hate the fact that my hair is dropping constantly. I feel like there is some unknown disease in me. Sigh..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The weather was so lovely today! And so windy. Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally had the chance to do laundry today. I washed all my bedsheets, pillowsheets, bolster cover, blankets, clothes that are so laid down with dust; not that the dust part helped much because whatever the machine washed off the sheets and dirty clothes go back down to the clothes and sheets because there is no bag in the machine that is collecting the dust. Sigh.. So, I had to smack and wave the sheets and clothes around to remove the dust. Ohmygod. I'm becoming neurotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, the best part of my day is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;ND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;NG,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;N&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;HO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;WE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-1912808567257142602?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1912808567257142602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=1912808567257142602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1912808567257142602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1912808567257142602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/03/lists.html' title='Lists'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-3389300206827416783</id><published>2009-03-07T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:52:06.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went home to Bandar yesterday after being gone from there for so long. I still don't dare to stay in Bandar for too long because I am still frightened at the thought of our carjackers being there still. What if they recognized our car? Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, after Shiang came to Bandar after work, my sister and her boyfriend and me and Shiang went to Safa for dinner. We noticed there was a bunch people hanging out by their bikes. And the first thought I had was that something was going on. And yep. They were having some disagreements and all about a thief among their group and all. I couldn't understand what was going on but suddenly one part of the group went to the corner of the field and started yelling threats and whatnots. Naturally, everyone in Safa turned their heads towards the commotion. And from what I've learned from the past, we as onlookers should never speak our thoughts aloud unless you want to get dragged into the whole thing. And if you're a girl, your boyfriend would be the one to take the fall for your motor mouth. This girl from my previous school said out loud : They are just a bunch of cowards. And her table was right next to the table where the second half of the rempits/Malays were gathered. This girl has obviously not seen a fight before or she just wants some attention that her boyfriend is not giving. Fucking ho. Her table was on the right of that group and my table was on the left. If anything happened, we might get dragged in as well. And after all the screaming, they sat back down at the table and I thought all went back to normal. Suddenly one guy lost his temper and threw a chair behind my sister's boyfriend. Thank goodness it didn't hit him instead! So after all the throwing and hitting and punching and yelling, we left before things could get any worse. Damn scary okay? To be sitting right next to a bunch of angry people who are ready to kill. One of our friends was among them and he came over to apologise for scaring us with the whole throwing-chairs episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained that one of the younger members of the group had stolen a handphone and sold it for 27 bucks. The guy he stole it from found out and got angry. I thought it was quite a silly reason to fight for that; why couldn't he just ask the guy to pay him back? Shiang explained that it's not the phone that was the issue. It's the friendship among them. The young fella stole the phone from a friend who is supposed to be a very close friend. So it's more of the betrayal than a mere 27 bucks. Hmm.. So that's the way it goes. Ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one short update. I'll update more soon. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-3389300206827416783?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3389300206827416783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=3389300206827416783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3389300206827416783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3389300206827416783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/03/fights.html' title='Fights'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-4934920995886651298</id><published>2009-03-06T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:41:38.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I changed the blog layout again because I am so bored. And I'm more familiar with this format anyway. :D Nyeahh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;College has started and I is not ready for it. Sigh.. I don't like college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Updates coming soon. Very soon! I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-4934920995886651298?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4934920995886651298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=4934920995886651298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4934920995886651298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4934920995886651298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/03/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-2397017866699456968</id><published>2009-02-26T04:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:41:03.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'm smoking too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and eating too little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be updating about a whole lot of stuff. But I am just &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;so darn&lt;/span&gt; lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I blame this on the start of college next week.&lt;br /&gt;(At least, I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; it's next week. Who gives two hoots anyway? -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg. College is starting next week! Kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I mean it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-2397017866699456968?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2397017866699456968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=2397017866699456968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2397017866699456968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2397017866699456968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think.html' title='I think..'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-7168675039983340949</id><published>2009-02-16T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:41:56.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just went for one round of Left 4 Dead. It was awesome. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm so sorry for the short hiatus. Lol. It's been a very chaotic and busy and unexpected week. I'm currently blogging from the computer in MU Net. So no pictures. ): So, here's a short summary of my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12 February 2009. Very early in the morning. Early as in 2 or 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- The car went missing. Yes. The wonderful &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple Kenari&lt;/span&gt; that I have come to love and treasure. It went missing in Aladdin because due to a momentary lapse in concentration, we forgot where the car key went. *sobs* Moe, Mousey and Joseph came down to Bandar to help out. Moe took Shiang to the station and lodge reports while Mousey, Joseph, my sister and me went to look at the CCTV. We had a few suspects and one of them was a &lt;em&gt;'kaki angkat'&lt;/em&gt; as some people might describe him. He also had a loose screw in the head as some people might say. Went over and crashed at Moe's place because it was already morning and I didn't want to go home anyway. Around 2 in the afternoon, we went to Banana Leaf at Centrepoint to eat. On the way there, saw a dog lying on the side of the road in front of its home; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with its heart out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I went down to ring the doorbell because Moe said that the dog belonged to the people in the house. No one came out. My god. Could the day have gotten any worse? It could. In Banana Leaf, watched a Spongebob episode in which Gary ran away from home. -_- That night, went to Pro Ex for another round of L4D just so we could release our stress. Oh, we also went looking for the Sg Buloh's police station to lodge a report with the JSJ. The bloody roads there were awful. -_- Luckily Moe didn't drove his Civic out. I would have cried to death. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13 February 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Slept the whole day because I was catching up on the zzz's. Woke up around 7 and hung around waiting for the boyfriend to come back from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;13 February 2009. Midnight. Which means it was already &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Valentine's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who would still have the mood to celebrate when something so essential in life went missing? But just for the sake of celebrating, we went to Old Town for a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt; meal. The best part about it all was that the clothes Shiang and I wore matched. Without meaning to, of course! I wore the navy blue Polo tee and black shorts and Shiang wore a navy blue collared T-shirt and pants. Lol. After dinner, went to MU Net for another round of L4D. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14 February 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Hung around the house. The sister came over to accompany me for a few rounds of L4D. Hehe. That night, Moe and Jun came over to hang out and we went Old Town for dinner. Moe made parodys out of songs to tease Jun and it was insanely funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;15 February 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Keong (sister's bf) called me around 10 plus to tell me that he found the car at a park near my house. Thank God! There were 2 bags of my laundry (one bag was bought from Egypt!), an electrical socket, my book, my college notes, Shiang's Echo Park shoes, his Echo Park socks, our house keys and the pass card. Sigh.. But he said everything looked like it was there, excluding the shoes, socks, and pass card. Oh. And the wipers. -_- And my &lt;strong&gt;Mamma Mia DVD was found in the longkang. &lt;/strong&gt;And they also &lt;strong&gt;tried to rip out my Transformers sticker&lt;/strong&gt;! And my &lt;strong&gt;McD sticker&lt;/strong&gt;! -_- And a few of Shiang's&lt;strong&gt; underwear and all his slippers&lt;/strong&gt;. Wtf? -_- Those people must be so goddamn poor. Keong and the sister came all the way up to Setapak to pick us up and we went down to get it. Moe also came over and help. Then, we went down to PJ because the neighbour with the dog thought we ran it down. So we went over to clear matters with the owners. Poor lady. Her dog was already 12 years old. ): I remembered that on the night the car went missing, I thought 'I didn't even manage to give him a bath.' Poor car. ): Sigh. So, after clearing matters with the lady, we went and gave our car a good wash. I was so glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's been my weekend. &lt;strong&gt;I curse those people who stole my car&lt;/strong&gt; (even if it might be my friends!) &lt;strong&gt;and who killed the poor dog&lt;/strong&gt;. Actually, there would be more emotions if I typed this out on the day the car went missing but it got delayed. I just thank God that my bag wasn't in there. All the important stuff like my beloved precious camera, my wallet, and everything would be missing. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse those people.&lt;em&gt; icursethemicursethemicursethem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Now I'm going for another round of Left 4 Dead. Bye. Pictures from my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt; will be up soon. I'll edit again. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-7168675039983340949?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7168675039983340949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=7168675039983340949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7168675039983340949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7168675039983340949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-4379547162529114907</id><published>2009-02-06T02:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:42:28.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just finished studying for my Hotel Management and Operation paper. I hope it's enough to secure a pass, at least. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me and wish me luck, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-4379547162529114907?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4379547162529114907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=4379547162529114907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4379547162529114907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4379547162529114907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmo.html' title='HMO'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-3210578038612396470</id><published>2009-02-03T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:43:32.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahjong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so bored. Not to the extend where I'm bored out of my mind yet, but, just bored. -_- For one thing, Jun's keyboard is fascinating enough. It isn't the straight normal type but curved. Haha. Makes it harder to type. And for another, Timon and Pumbaa is on. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiang, Cosmo and I are now at Jun's house. The three boys are playing mahjong. I am rotting. Sigh.. I'm going to go find something to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God, I am going to learn how to play mahjong so I won't feel so left out next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-3210578038612396470?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3210578038612396470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=3210578038612396470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3210578038612396470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3210578038612396470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/02/mahjong.html' title='Mahjong'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-2174737708842501169</id><published>2009-02-02T19:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:44:29.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've gotten the blog a new layout because the old one is just so boring. -_- HTML is no easy thing man. Phew. So far, I've bended everything the way I want it. The only problem for me now is the archives. They're so messy. I don't know how to organise them all properly. I need the help of a professional. Gee, why didn't I think of that earlier? Hmm.. Wait. I did. But I didn't use it. Grr.. -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Today will be the day I devote an entire day to reading. No TV, no computer, no naps.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bah! Look at what I'm doing now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ishishishish! Accountsaccountsaccounts. ): Hate you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Die,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;motherfucker,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; die&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-2174737708842501169?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2174737708842501169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=2174737708842501169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2174737708842501169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2174737708842501169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/02/die.html' title='Die.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-5763454090384228393</id><published>2009-02-01T13:06:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:12:23.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca Trip '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*gasps**faints**shudders*&lt;br /&gt;It's already the 1st of February! How did the time fly by so fast? Anyway, back from Malacca and I'm already feeling all better! Wee!!~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from the road trip will be up in a jiffy. I'm about to do some major editting because some of the pictures were so badly taken. All blurred and.. blurred. -_- Sad. Ah well.. I can always go back to Malacca for another trip and have fun snapping away right? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here was how our day went. The people who went were Jun, Joseph, Pat, Cosmo, Mousey, Shiang and I. We reached Malacca around 3plus? Damn. That was late. Went over to the hospital because I had a seizure. Hahahaha. No no no no. Just kidding. Lol. We went over to the hospital to pick Mousey's girlfriend up. She works there. (: Then headed over to Jusco to grab a bite because everyone was hungry. Ate at Sushi King. I hate the Sushi King there. The tuna sushi was so dry and the cucumbers in the Kappa Maki were bitter. -_- After eating, Shiang, Jun and I went out for a smoke. Joseph joined us after that. When we finished smoking, we walked back into the restaurant. This lady who was lining up outside with her boyfriend or whatever started bitching as though she's got something up her ass and doesn't mind the least bit that the people she was talking about could hear everything. Haha. Stupid much? As I walked past, she said, 'What is this? If they can just walk in like this, then we walk in also la!' Haha. We already have seats, hello? After eating, Pat and I wanted to go to the zoo so we drove over to see if it was opened. Then it started to rain. Boo. The boys then went over and played go-kart. They had fun while the three girlfriends sat there and chatted and took pictures and chatted some more. Lol. After go-kart, drove to town for dinner and Jonker Walk for the girls. Lol. After Jonker Walk, Mousey drove his girlfriend home while the other two cars followed behind. Then it was back to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYUz1L2dgJI/AAAAAAAACw4/-PxZd2cDGnA/s1600-h/DSC07409..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297697525478555794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYUz1L2dgJI/AAAAAAAACw4/-PxZd2cDGnA/s320/DSC07409..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This was taken after the first round of the go-kart. Lol. White shirts were not encouraged because of such reasons. But we didn't expect it to rain so yeah. They had fun, anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYU1R8k4oNI/AAAAAAAACxA/D25fhnamPaM/s1600-h/DSC07412..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297699119106138322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYU1R8k4oNI/AAAAAAAACxA/D25fhnamPaM/s320/DSC07412..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Their jeans got all wet because the there were puddles on the road and there are which were unavoidable so this was what happened. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYU3DiXsL2I/AAAAAAAACxI/LOjO95QeR-w/s1600-h/DSC07410..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297701070576562018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYU3DiXsL2I/AAAAAAAACxI/LOjO95QeR-w/s320/DSC07410..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cosmo was emo-ing because everyone dragged him into playing the go-kart. Haha. Look at his face. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297709693440371506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYU-5dCoKzI/AAAAAAAACxY/Yyje6uFeZHY/s320/DSC07418..jpg" border="0" /&gt;I don't have a picture where I have a clear shot of all the boys in the karts together. This is the best one I've got so far. -_- Not so best because look! The Malay worker's there and Mousey's parked all the way to the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYU_sIDyVKI/AAAAAAAACxg/yACvPF60bzA/s1600-h/DSC07420..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297710563981415586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYU_sIDyVKI/AAAAAAAACxg/yACvPF60bzA/s320/DSC07420..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The best one I have of them driving the go-kart. The others were too much of a blur. Ugh. But if you stare at it long enough, you feel like you're moving along with it right? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVDsOhowyI/AAAAAAAACx4/6knM_YabSCE/s1600-h/DSC07426..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297714963763741474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVDsOhowyI/AAAAAAAACx4/6knM_YabSCE/s320/DSC07426..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This was the last round Jun played with all of them. At this point, their jeans were thoroughly wet already. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVBdxD1FkI/AAAAAAAACxo/V7WTV-G8rPo/s1600-h/DSC07428..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297712516312667714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVBdxD1FkI/AAAAAAAACxo/V7WTV-G8rPo/s320/DSC07428..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the last round where all four payed for another three rounds, if I'm not mistaken. All had fun and got their jeans thoroughly wet, and off we went to McDonald's for a break. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVGzCkysvI/AAAAAAAACyA/ZPEGMlucYp4/s1600-h/DSC07432..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297718379349717746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVGzCkysvI/AAAAAAAACyA/ZPEGMlucYp4/s320/DSC07432..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The two cars that drove down to Malacca are the Kenari and the Honda and the Kancil belongs to Mousey's girlfriend. Can you believe that while we were at Jusco and we hadn't decide where to go next, they parked the cars like this and blocked the road? Lol. It was so funny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVJIBGU_VI/AAAAAAAACyI/PxH9x_yROLE/s1600-h/DSC07437..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297720938754014546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVJIBGU_VI/AAAAAAAACyI/PxH9x_yROLE/s320/DSC07437..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One quarter of the couples. Lol. So we hung out in McD's for a while; the boys were tired from the go-kart races. Lol. Then Mousey said if we weren't too tired he'll bring us to Jonker Walk. At this, Pat and Mousey's girlfriend and I lit up. Lol. What? We let the boys have their fun, didn't we? Now's our turn. Lol. So we started driving to town. On our way there, we saw a funfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVLaBaY89I/AAAAAAAACyQ/NlF3058-OjA/s1600-h/DSC07440..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297723447099061202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVLaBaY89I/AAAAAAAACyQ/NlF3058-OjA/s320/DSC07440..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we reached town, there were so many red buildings. I think it's A'Famosa. -_- Sue me, will you? The pictures that I took from a moving car sucked so I'll probably put only one up later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVOgC5wjaI/AAAAAAAACyY/6_CSia07ZhQ/s1600-h/DSC07453..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297726849113165218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVOgC5wjaI/AAAAAAAACyY/6_CSia07ZhQ/s320/DSC07453..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is the revolving thingy I really wanted to go on but didn't have the chance to. Never mind, there are plenty of other chances right? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVQYhee8CI/AAAAAAAACyg/KIbAK5rS4Cg/s1600-h/DSC07458.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297728918904565794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVQYhee8CI/AAAAAAAACyg/KIbAK5rS4Cg/s320/DSC07458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parked our car near this shop selling t-shirts. Too bad we came too late; most shops were closed already. ): This shop looked really interesting. It had an orang-utan on the side of the wall. Lol. Cute! The doors were also painted with some adorable captions and pictures. Here's a couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVTGlaN3UI/AAAAAAAACyo/-CXR69XIJiw/s1600-h/Picnik+collage..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297731909257649474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVTGlaN3UI/AAAAAAAACyo/-CXR69XIJiw/s320/Picnik+collage..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with the Play Safe one is rather funny. Lol. Pat asked me to take the other one because it had Charles written on it. And it's Mousey's name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVUFs2DZXI/AAAAAAAACyw/IkBmuVM2IjY/s1600-h/DSC07459..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297732993585210738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYVUFs2DZXI/AAAAAAAACyw/IkBmuVM2IjY/s320/DSC07459..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the way; walking to Jonker Walk. At Jonker Walk, we saw quite a number of stuff. Joseph and Jun bought a BB Gun and a bottle of the bullets and they bought a katanah (or something like that at another). Later on, Mousey also bought a katanah. Haha. It was so funny. Went and ate chicken rice. Too bad no more chicken rice balls. Lol. Pat and I have never eaten the chicken rice balls before. What's so great about it, actually? Can anyone enlighten me? Hmm.. After eating, we decided to walk back because it was getting really late and Mousey's girlfriend have work in the morning. So we dropped her home. And started our drive home. That's about it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update again soon. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-5763454090384228393?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5763454090384228393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=5763454090384228393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5763454090384228393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5763454090384228393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/02/malacca-trip-09.html' title='Malacca Trip &apos;09'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SYUz1L2dgJI/AAAAAAAACw4/-PxZd2cDGnA/s72-c/DSC07409..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-5909015743476405200</id><published>2009-01-29T07:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:27:49.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is currently 7.11 on a Thursday morning. I haven't had a proper night's sleep. I had, say 15 minutes of sleep in my room in MU and an hour in Shiang's car. Oh. I also had about 15 minutes sleep (or less) at home. I was ill, so I was trying to make myself sleep to heal better. And I couldn't sleep. So I switched on Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. I only fell asleep at the part where Professor McGonagall found out that Ginny Weasley was taken into the chamber. -_- I woke up at the part where Harry was fighting the Basilisk. Great. In addition to being sick, I am being lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Road trip to either Malacca or Bukit Tinggi with Shiang and the rest. And none of us here are asleep yet. -_- Hailat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still ill. ): My brain feels inflamed/swollen. It feels like pressing hard on a bruise; only, it's happening in my brain when I roll my eyes. -_- Please tell me that's normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alrighty. I'm gonna go watch a movie now. Was watching PS I Love You. The darn website didn't have the full version. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-5909015743476405200?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5909015743476405200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=5909015743476405200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5909015743476405200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5909015743476405200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-3708470253943039163</id><published>2009-01-22T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:34:41.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rear Seat Belts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'The seatbelts won't protect me from getting into an accident;&lt;br /&gt;but it will save Han Shiang 300 bucks.'&lt;br /&gt;- Han Jiang, 22 January 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The wise words of a wise and loving 14 year old brother. Haha. I never thought he was capable of being so deep. Lol. Shiang's Kenari has back seat belts but it didn't come with the clippers. Hahaha. So everytime someone sits behind, they have to stuff the belt into the cushions. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is just around the corner, people. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Chai. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-3708470253943039163?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3708470253943039163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=3708470253943039163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3708470253943039163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3708470253943039163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/rear-seat-belts.html' title='Rear Seat Belts'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-8377977130974784816</id><published>2009-01-18T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:26:09.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals suck. Period.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had my Food, Ingredients and Basic Cooking Methods finals yesterday. I guess I have to start saving up on resit money right now. It's a confirmed fail, that one. Sigh.. ): I did sooo badly! I remembered the definitions of crustaceans and mollusks and they don't come up. They could have at least asked this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Define Crustaceans&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Define Mollusks&lt;/span&gt;. (10 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Crustaceans : An invertebrate with a segmented body covered with exoskeleton and consists of a hard upper shell and soft lower shell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mollusks : An invertebrate with a soft unsegmented body enclosed in a &lt;strike&gt;bloody fucking&lt;/strike&gt; shell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knnccb. They ask questions like &lt;em&gt;'Indicate the four procedures for blanching bones',&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;'Give three basic principles incorporating the roux'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cibai. I must have read that principles and blanching thing at least &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;freaking times and I cannot, for the life of me, remember it! -_-*cursecursecurse*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I have a French exam. Write a recipe in French! My lecturer hasn't been teaching much this semester and he wants to set such a hard question for finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pulls hair* wish me luck. Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-8377977130974784816?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8377977130974784816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=8377977130974784816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8377977130974784816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8377977130974784816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/finals-suck-period.html' title='Finals suck. Period.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-4133576324750592048</id><published>2009-01-16T03:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:28:57.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SW-Mp_iuW5I/AAAAAAAACwA/2WkwJYwUrOE/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SW-Mp_iuW5I/AAAAAAAACwA/2WkwJYwUrOE/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291602740243225490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmmm.... *licks lips* He is such a yummy guy, no? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Know who he is? Haha. He is the oh-so-wonderful M.Shadows. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;Of course I love my boyfriend more la. He is more of a celebrity crush.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Oh oh.. Here's another even yummier picture of M.Shadows. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SW-NIoGOC3I/AAAAAAAACwI/euWMp20xTOU/s1600-h/images1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SW-NIoGOC3I/AAAAAAAACwI/euWMp20xTOU/s320/images1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291603266525596530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wakakaka. :D Yummy, no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He has such an amazing voice, you know? I lovelovelove his voice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. I know I sound spastic. -___- I am just too darn cold in this cc. ):&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh la la..&lt;br /&gt;M.Shadows is HOT! SMOKING HOT! I AM LAME! WEE! -_____________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't mind me. I just feel slightly neurotic right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-4133576324750592048?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4133576324750592048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=4133576324750592048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4133576324750592048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4133576324750592048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/mshadows.html' title='M.Shadows'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SW-Mp_iuW5I/AAAAAAAACwA/2WkwJYwUrOE/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-671976581522856628</id><published>2009-01-13T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:10:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abusers. Do your part to stop cruelty to animals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People like this are FUCKED UP. Seriously, how does abusing animals show how manly you are?? Fuck you, you fucking fucktards! After being abused for a long period of time, it is only natural that they respond/attack you when you come near! And when they do, authorities put them to sleep instead. And the abusers walk free with a tiny slap on the wrist! This is so unjustified! If you read today's paper, it was said that a man in Tumpat who had the body of a butchered tiger in his freezer in 2005 was only fined a mere RM7000! Imagine that, a life of a living creature is worth RM7000 only! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWyDCb_n-GI/AAAAAAAACvw/HtrNNBd0Gaw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWyDCb_n-GI/AAAAAAAACvw/HtrNNBd0Gaw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290747740151085154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Funny thing about pictures like that is that they censor off the face of the offender(s). Show the world who these people are so that they get proper judgement! They don't deserve to live. Fucking abusers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Look at it! WHY CENSOR?! SHOW THEIR UGLY FACES TO THE PUBLIC! They think that just because they are superior than the animals they can just abuse like this?! If the animal attack when you come, it shows that they're just frightened because they know what's coming when they see you! They won't attack you unless you were treat them well. A well-loved dog won't be fierce when they see people because they know that they are well-loved. An abused one, on the other hand, are scared and become fierce to protect themselves! What's wrong with that? I'm sure that human beings are like that as well. Treat them well, and they're okay with everyone. When abused, they become protective of themselves. Just because the animal doesn't talk, does it mean that they don't feel like how we feel?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I hate abusers. I'm going to do my part to help. You can do the same as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-671976581522856628?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/671976581522856628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=671976581522856628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/671976581522856628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/671976581522856628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/abusers-do-your-part-to-stop-cruelty-to.html' title='Abusers. Do your part to stop cruelty to animals.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWyDCb_n-GI/AAAAAAAACvw/HtrNNBd0Gaw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-6168936166970698023</id><published>2009-01-13T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:37:03.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My plan for today was to study. But as usual, I woke up in the middle of the day, stoned and tired. -____- Bad case of PMS last night, threw a huge tantrum and fought with the boyfriend. Feel so bad for screaming at him last night. ): Ah well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shit.. My sister's watching Mamma Mia. &lt;em&gt;Again.&lt;/em&gt; -_____- It's so darn tempting to just watch it instead of studying.. ): Sad. This has gotta be a record. We've watched Mamma Mia too many times in just a few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do I watch it or do I study? Hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuck it. After this, I'm going to watch Mamma Mia. I shall only study tonight. I've got time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-6168936166970698023?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6168936166970698023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=6168936166970698023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6168936166970698023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6168936166970698023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/choose.html' title='Choose.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-4189994630996706175</id><published>2009-01-11T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:04:34.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.I.N.A.L.S (fuck, I never actually learned this shit)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My finals start on Wednesday. Yes. This coming Wednesday. *shudders* Wish me luck. Although it seems that lately luck evades me. -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule for the finals are as follows :&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 1 4 January 2009 : English For Communication&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 15 January 2009 : Bahasa Malaysia Lanjutan&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 17 January 2009 : Food, Ingredients and Basic Cooking Methods&lt;br /&gt;Monday 19 January 2009 : French 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*then a holiday for a week. -______- They could've just schedule everything before Chinese New Year. &lt;strike&gt;Fucking sadistic&lt;/strike&gt; What a nice and lovely management.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday 4 February 2009 : Hospitality Accounting&lt;br /&gt;Friday 6 February 2009 : Hotel Management and Operations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freefreefree&lt;/span&gt; for a month. Wahaha! I am so looking forward to that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Dear God, please help me get through my finals in one piece. I promise to be good and loyal and sweet and angelic and nice and friendly to every living thing. Yes. Even cockroaches. I promise to cut down on cigarettes as well.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please help me get through this. And pass. Give me strength to do everything and study for everything in time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-4189994630996706175?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4189994630996706175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=4189994630996706175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4189994630996706175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4189994630996706175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/finals-fuck-i-never-actually-learned.html' title='F.I.N.A.L.S (fuck, I never actually learned this shit)'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-5552564889728242180</id><published>2009-01-09T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:08:13.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiders, Hulk and Iron Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I absolutely hate it when the server's down. -_______- Makes it all the more difficult to go online happily. Urgh! The whole point of coming online is to have fun, relax and update in MySpace, Friendster, blog or Facebook. We're all here to relax after a hectic day and when the server's being a bitch, it increases stress levels! I might die one day from high blood pressure! Oookkaaaayyyy.. That's a little over exaggerating. Did I spell that right? Whatever. Anyways, it's a leetle exaggerating because I have low blood pressure. Gahh.. *takes deep breath. breathe in, breathe out. hee... hoo....* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I had a thought (or a few) today while I was cleaning out the backyard today. The poor old dog's having some constipation. ): Poor him. God.. Why do I always have the tendency to steer off topic? Jeez. So anyway, it just stopped raining at that time. And it felt like I walked into some spider web. Then I thought 'poor spiders. After making a web, the rain pours down and it destroys the web. Poor them. Then they have to make it all over again to catch food! Poor, poor, poor spiders!' And after that very thought, I thought, 'Hmm.. It sticks to my hand so easily. And it traps food like flies and mozzies. Hmm.. Now why can't a fly break free? Weird.' Then I thought, 'Nah la. I'm a human being. I'm stronger.' *imitates Hulk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hulk smash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *bangs floor* Great. I'm being neurotic here. Sigh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My biological clock is fucked up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I sleep late in the night like 4 or 5, earliest being 3.45, and I wake up at like 10 or 12. Then I have my lunch around 3,4 or 5 and dinner at 10, 11 or 12. If I don't have my dinner at that time, I go to sleep with a growling stomach. So that's what's been happening for a few weeks now. And last night, I didn't have my dinner/supper. It made me cranky. I watched Hulk 2 with Shiang and it turned out to be such a stupid show that it made me angrier and even more difficult to fall asleep because the stupid story won't stay out of my mind. Shiang persuaded me to eat because he knows how difficult I can get without food and I refused because I refused to get any fatter than I am now. Ish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%l;"&gt;Stupidstupidstupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; show. Really stupid! -___________________- And how did Stark from Iron Man ended up in the ending??!!! Are those two stories joined? Then why didn't I see Hulk in Iron Man??!!! *whines* Can a specialist from Marvel comics explain them to me?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'm hungry again. Explains the whines and tantrums and neurosis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-5552564889728242180?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5552564889728242180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=5552564889728242180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5552564889728242180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5552564889728242180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/spiders-hulk-and-iron-man.html' title='Spiders, Hulk and Iron Man'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-4700447787141337075</id><published>2009-01-08T04:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T04:25:41.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>extra french</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is 4.13 in the morning of the 8th of January. &lt;em&gt;I is tired, I is sleepy, I is want to sleep&lt;/em&gt;. -____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so bored that I am actually in Youtube checking out French videos just to get extra information for my upcoming French finals. God.. I think I can benefit more from this than my lecturer. Sigh... For those who are studying French and are in dire need of extra entertaining(somehow.. you're already online while watching the video! when you get bored, you can just do something else, like Myspace.) French, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlltzPSFVgA&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*click*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; here. There are a few lessons from this one person. So yeah. Go check it out. I am already benefitting a little even though my brain is sluggish right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's so fucking cold in here.&lt;/span&gt; Why didn't I think of bringing a sweater? -______- My fingers (and my entire body, for that matter!) are shaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh.. I want my baby blankie.. The cute one from Ikea with a smiling face. I wanted the cream-coloured one with green wool sewn at the edges. But it was dirty. AS-IS corner la kan? So I took the blue one with white wool in the end.. Sigh.. But no matter.. It still keeps me warm. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-4700447787141337075?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4700447787141337075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=4700447787141337075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4700447787141337075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4700447787141337075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/extra-french.html' title='extra french'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-173246077306891613</id><published>2009-01-06T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:09:30.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conformity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because everyone has to give in to conformity. -___- Same hair colour, same eye colour, similiar characteristics, same interests.. Bla bla bla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have already seen more than enough of girls with the same eye colour. God. Grey. I am never getting grey if I do get colour contacts. Funny thing with most of these girls are that the one who usually copies or the one who gets copied can never stand the sight of each other. But in front of people, they can get along really well! -______- Really weird. Thank goodness I am not like that. These girls should just go get a life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess this is just another way of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conformity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-173246077306891613?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/173246077306891613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=173246077306891613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/173246077306891613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/173246077306891613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/conformity.html' title='conformity'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-1657586030529670456</id><published>2009-01-06T14:59:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:31:52.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Editting mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the second day of school and I gotta say, I miss the days when there were no jams. No ridiculous parents parking their cars in the middle of the effing road a half hour before school ends, no arrogant students walking in the middle of the road thinking they own the bloody place just because their race outnumbers the other races. -_- Oh, oh and definitely no crazily selfish neighbours parking outside the corner of my house, way out so that when people want to turn into this lane, they have to be really careful because it's a bloody Harrier or Camry or Estima that they might hit into. &lt;strike&gt;Stupidstupidstupid.&lt;/strike&gt; -_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Kalya has already given birth to her baby on the 27th of December 2008! I cannot believe it took me this long to blog about it! Anyways, I present to you baby Adwa' Haikal Rashid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWMYiY_yz0I/AAAAAAAACtY/Nlkrr0xcrC4/s1600-h/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC065811.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288097366567735106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWMYiY_yz0I/AAAAAAAACtY/Nlkrr0xcrC4/s320/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC065811.JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cute huh? Lol. Anyways, he has a really chubby face and a small body so he is nicknamed Shin Chan by Kalya and her family. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWMY6eQgPTI/AAAAAAAACtg/92T43WCO2As/s1600-h/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06593.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288097780296858930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWMY6eQgPTI/AAAAAAAACtg/92T43WCO2As/s320/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06593.JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; See see see?? I told you he looks like Shin Chan. Lol. Zomg.. So cuuuttteee!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those days last week, (I think!) we went to Klang for Wan Tan Mee with Shiang's family. After that, Shiang, Sern and I followed their dad to Kepong because he wanted to buy some fish. Saw a cat loitering outside one of the shops. A normal cat, really. But Shiang and I have developed an affinity to cats. They are such gentle creatures. (: Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWMdR4rsWpI/AAAAAAAACto/FBCzobX9j8w/s1600-h/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06586.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288102580573723282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWMdR4rsWpI/AAAAAAAACto/FBCzobX9j8w/s320/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06586.JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Lol. Can't help it la. But, whatever it is, my dog is still the best. Muahmuah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWNBBf7Lk9I/AAAAAAAACvY/emZJp1luvKM/s1600-h/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06845.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWNBBf7Lk9I/AAAAAAAACvY/emZJp1luvKM/s320/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06845.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288141881468490706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha! My beautiful old smelly dog. Muahmuah!! :D Okay no, I was just kidding. He's not smelly. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh! My uncle from Singapore bought presents for both me and my sister. Lol. My uncle bought my sister a lightbulb necklace from DeeperHarder and I got a Mr.Men and Little Miss bottle. Wahahahahaha!! I am happy. Bliss. Happy. Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWMhs6nzATI/AAAAAAAACt4/9LDdCMeT9UQ/s1600-h/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06778.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288107442997231922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWMhs6nzATI/AAAAAAAACt4/9LDdCMeT9UQ/s320/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06778.JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yeah. The lightbulb lights up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having fun editting pictures. In case you haven't noticed, most of the pictures in this post are editted. Lol. Don't mind me. I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;having fun&lt;/span&gt; editting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My present is my Mr.Men and Little Miss bottle. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWMkUFHAtWI/AAAAAAAACuA/8b4bBf09X9o/s1600-h/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06829.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288110314850661730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWMkUFHAtWI/AAAAAAAACuA/8b4bBf09X9o/s320/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06829.JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This side has the Little Miss Sunshine on and on the back is Mr.Happy. Heehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And last Wednesday my sister and I went out with Hazel. Went to The Apartment for dinner. Damn.. The food there are rather costly. -_____- I will only go with Shiang for our second year anniversary or something. Hmm... *thinking. pondering* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWMm4SP3ZDI/AAAAAAAACuI/jy_4qC7A-7M/s1600-h/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06734.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288113135876006962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWMm4SP3ZDI/AAAAAAAACuI/jy_4qC7A-7M/s320/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06734.JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The menu is designed with graph paper. Insanely creative. Zomg. I want to work in the Apartment. But I am just no good serving people. I have a horrible temper. I might end up throwing a tray of food at the customer instead of serving it to them with a smile plastered to my face. Haha. I am picturing it all in my head now. Lol. The customer will probably be the person I dislike the most with a horrible cackle and bitchy attitude and rude. Then enters me, in a pink shirt which is the uniform of the Apartment, carrying a tray laden with ice-cold drinks. Wahahahahaha! :D Then I'll dump the entire tray on her head and soak her bitchy swollen head. Hahahaha! Okay.. I'm getting carried away with my fantasies. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the Apartment. I love the interior and everything. They have shower heads and towels in one section of the place, for crying out loud! Then they have the bed and all. Lol. They even have freaking sugar cubes! And, Hazel, me and my sister went crazy in the place! Lol. We were harassing each other and all. Haha. The waiter must have been really scared. Haha. Poor him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWMn0Z-vANI/AAAAAAAACuQ/EDkc858YZtc/s1600-h/DSC06751.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288114168743788754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWMn0Z-vANI/AAAAAAAACuQ/EDkc858YZtc/s320/DSC06751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWM7n9ONUuI/AAAAAAAACuw/7-L5CtX65UA/s1600-h/DSC06743.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288135945098187490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWM7n9ONUuI/AAAAAAAACuw/7-L5CtX65UA/s320/DSC06743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWM5QEumATI/AAAAAAAACuY/raEd-AeSMWw/s1600-h/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06768.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288133335772954930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWM5QEumATI/AAAAAAAACuY/raEd-AeSMWw/s320/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06768.JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWM7EjSqsuI/AAAAAAAACug/69zHpK7Ydkk/s1600-h/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06762.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288135336842146530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWM7EjSqsuI/AAAAAAAACug/69zHpK7Ydkk/s320/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC06762.JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWM81BGkYtI/AAAAAAAACvQ/cOs7F2B8tg0/s1600-h/DSC06825.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288137268989813458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWM81BGkYtI/AAAAAAAACvQ/cOs7F2B8tg0/s320/DSC06825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWM8jhs_2TI/AAAAAAAACvI/hVjruAee2oA/s1600-h/DSC06815.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288136968503286066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWM8jhs_2TI/AAAAAAAACvI/hVjruAee2oA/s320/DSC06815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWM8D74kufI/AAAAAAAACvA/BRni-tWVj1w/s1600-h/DSC06767.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288136425775348210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWM8D74kufI/AAAAAAAACvA/BRni-tWVj1w/s320/DSC06767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWM71z8RscI/AAAAAAAACu4/hWobxF0y_DA/s1600-h/DSC06795.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288136183125225922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWM71z8RscI/AAAAAAAACu4/hWobxF0y_DA/s320/DSC06795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288135553467859650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWM7RKSQwsI/AAAAAAAACuo/FBx4GSPLhEY/s320/DSC06755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I think all these are enough for a proper update. :D I'm watching Van Helsing while blogging. And I am still hungry after the burger my mom bought for me. ): Sad. Hmm.. No matter. I'll probably get something to eat later. Hehe. Hmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh. And wish me luck for my finals! They're starting on the 14th of this month. toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-1657586030529670456?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1657586030529670456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=1657586030529670456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1657586030529670456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1657586030529670456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/editting-mania.html' title='Editting mania'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SWMYiY_yz0I/AAAAAAAACtY/Nlkrr0xcrC4/s72-c/ICAROLBLOG+2DSC065811.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-1109522915740627616</id><published>2009-01-04T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:00:12.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>firstshaveyoueverslasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause I'm bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I need some entertainment. Heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10 Firsts :&lt;br /&gt;#1 first best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- This imaginary friend of mine in the shape of a carrot, I think. And it had bows and all that. Hey. Don't give me that look. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2 first screen name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ooohh.. Err.. I think it had something to do with angel. I was obsessed with angels when I was younger. Lol. I'm no angel, but you know how it was back then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#3 first pet name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- I called my rabbit 'wabbit' when I had my rabbit and my mommy didn't like the sound of it so she changed it to 'Baby'. It's not that the rabbit responded anyway. We could have just called it 'Dummy' and it still wouldn't respond. The politest thing it could do would be to look at you while eating. Come to think of it, every pet we had was called 'Baby'. -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#4 first piercing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- I think I was 5. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#5 first crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Hrmm.. Can't remember. Lol. I think it was the Backstreet Boys. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#6 first cd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Britney Spears. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#7 first kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Either mommy or daddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#8 first car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- My Honda City. Wahahahaha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#9 first cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Form Three. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#10 first love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- My parents and sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9 Lasts :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1 last time you smoked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- This morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2 last food you ate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Roller Coaster snack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#3 last car ride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- I drove. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#4 last movie you watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Titanic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#5 last phone call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- The Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#6 last bubble bath you took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Erm.. Penang. A year ago. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#7 last song you listened to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Christina Aguilera : Keeps Getting Better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#8 last words you said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- 'Open the door'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#9 last text message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- The Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8 Have You Evers :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1 dated a best friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- I don't think so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2 been on tv &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#3 eaten sushi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#4 cheated on your bf/gf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#5 been on a blind date &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#6 been out of the country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Yes! Hanoi. Love the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#7 been in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- -_- Are you stoned or something? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#8 embarrassed yourself publicly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 Things You're Wearing :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1 Jersey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2 Shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#3 Bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#4 Undies&lt;br /&gt;#5 Earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#6 Lotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#7 Spectacles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 Things You've Done Today :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1 Blogged. Well, it's not really in the past tense&lt;em&gt; yet,&lt;/em&gt; but it'll be up soon! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2 Texted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#3 Read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#4 Eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#5 Drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#6 Smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 Favourite Things (not in any order) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1 Broadband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2 Books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#3 Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#4 Laptop. (Well, technically it's dad's laptop.. But whatever lah. I can use can already! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#5 Food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 People You Trust The Most :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1 Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2 Kalya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#3 Carmen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#4 Sofia, Julie Ayu. Sorry. It's five. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 Things You Want To Do Before You Die :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1 Eat all I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2 Have babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#3 Travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 Choices :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1 Should I get something to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2 Should I go sleep for a while?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 Person You Want To See Right Now :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1 God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha. I'm just bored. Oh oh oh! Go check this out. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDEEzS7OV2k"&gt;A Fine Frenzy 'Almost Lover'.&lt;/a&gt; I came across it in my comp without remembering I had it there. Lol. It's a lovely song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-1109522915740627616?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1109522915740627616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=1109522915740627616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1109522915740627616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1109522915740627616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/firstshaveyoueverslasts.html' title='firstshaveyoueverslasts'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-4499836255729245520</id><published>2009-01-01T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:15:41.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 weird facts about me -_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The mama tagged me. Good also. I need something to do. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:u’ve been tagged, you have to write a blog with sixteen random things, facts, habits or goals about you. at the end choose ten people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. don’t forget to leave them a comment (”you’re it”) and to read your blog. you can’t tag the person who tagged you. since you can’t tag me, let me know when you’ve posted your blog, so i can see your weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;- Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;- Michele&lt;br /&gt;- Roman&lt;br /&gt;- Tien&lt;br /&gt;- ?&lt;br /&gt;- ?&lt;br /&gt;- ?&lt;br /&gt;- ?&lt;br /&gt;- ?&lt;br /&gt;- ?&lt;br /&gt;- ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I am clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;- I drop things, I break things, I slip on flat roads.. You name it, I've been through it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 I am obsessive.&lt;br /&gt;- When I like something, I get pretty obsessive over it for a while. For now, the obsession's on giraffes, elephants and penguins. As I do this tag, I am looking for themes with those particular animals. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 I have OCD.&lt;br /&gt;- I think almost everyone in this planet has OCD whether a mild or chronic one. There is defnitely something that you can't stand to see out of place. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 I keep telling myself I am fat but I do nothing about.&lt;br /&gt;- I am serious! Have you ever had people telling you 5-6 times or more a day that they are fat but do absolutely nothing about it? Haha! I am one of those. Those are my people. But it's annoying right? Hmm.. This should go down in my list of New Year's resolution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 I can never stand people with bad habits. But I have some of those bad habits though.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;- When people scream, laugh loudly and annoyingly, bitch alot, or whatever, I can never stand them. But I do bitch, laugh loudly, and scream when there's a cockroach in sight. So.. I don't know la. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 I love stationary.&lt;br /&gt;- It was pointed out by my mother today. She went into my room looking for something. And suddenly, out of nowhere, she screams at me saying my table is too clustered. The sentence that is stuck in my head right now is, 'You love stationary so much you go and marry them lah!' -_- Thank goodness she hasn't seen my room in Setapak. I have three bags of colourful paper clips, a box of paper holders for college (there is 50 in a box and I used only 6 wtf -_-) and God knows what other stuff stashed in the room. Colour pens, colour pencils, colourful mechanical pencils, colourful papers, cards etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 I love downloading new themes. I have no idea why. -_-&lt;br /&gt;- I do. Really! Everytime I come home to BSD, I download themes for my boring phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 I have very short thumbs. Really.&lt;br /&gt;- My thumbs are really short! They're even shorter than my mother's. Those who have seen my mother and my thumbs should know. -_- And the right is fatter than the left thumb. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 I have short term memory loss.&lt;br /&gt;- I swear to God. May He bless me in my coming finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 I have really small toenails.&lt;br /&gt;- Which is really sad because when I paint them, they look weirder than weird. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 I want babies. Lots and lots of babies. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;- I love babies. They smell so sweet. Like vanilla. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 The TV is tuned into some weird badly acted Hong Kong series. -_-&lt;br /&gt;- I am getting more annoyed by the second by the voices of those girls who talk 'cutely'. *shivers* Annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 I am stoned.&lt;br /&gt;- Which doesn't explain why. I've been home all day and I'm starting to get hungry again. I think I might be nicotine-deprived again. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 I have to leave soon.&lt;br /&gt;- My boyfriend's waiting for me to pick him up. All the way in Setapak. T__T I feel so darn lazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 I am forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;- Hopeless when it comes to directions. Or if I do know the way to a place, I forget it immediately. I forget where I park my cars etc etc.. And now I have to really go. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-4499836255729245520?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4499836255729245520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=4499836255729245520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4499836255729245520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4499836255729245520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/16-weird-facts-about-me.html' title='16 weird facts about me -_-'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-6532132798743056439</id><published>2009-01-01T18:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:45:28.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hapy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy new year everyone! (: Don't you just love Google? They come up with cute pictures everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVybnvWMbvI/AAAAAAAACsY/mxgtzAQd0_A/s1600-h/newyear09.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286271169652879090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVybnvWMbvI/AAAAAAAACsY/mxgtzAQd0_A/s320/newyear09.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hehe. So darn cute! I love giraffes and penguins and elephants! I just love 'em, love 'em, love 'em!! Wahahahahaha!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVydyuJVm6I/AAAAAAAACsw/yLuFNB5Y10o/s1600-h/giraffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286273557332335522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVydyuJVm6I/AAAAAAAACsw/yLuFNB5Y10o/s320/giraffe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVydrTFOE7I/AAAAAAAACso/qqR2dw1-l80/s1600-h/elephants.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286273429808223154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVydrTFOE7I/AAAAAAAACso/qqR2dw1-l80/s320/elephants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVydieKLR7I/AAAAAAAACsg/bIs9tPE_cKM/s1600-h/penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286273278162978738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVydieKLR7I/AAAAAAAACsg/bIs9tPE_cKM/s320/penguin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg. I am obsessed. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah well.. Tomorrow got to get my ass to class. (Class! On the second day of the new year! T_T) Otherwise I'll be barred from taking the English finals and God knows what else I have been barred from. Hopefully not too many. My wallet cannot survive the burn any more. -______- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it's the new year! I should be happy! And after class I'm taking two of my cousins from Singapore shopping! God knows I need some retail theraphy. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah well. Happy new year! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-6532132798743056439?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6532132798743056439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=6532132798743056439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6532132798743056439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6532132798743056439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/hapy-new-year.html' title='Hapy New Year'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVybnvWMbvI/AAAAAAAACsY/mxgtzAQd0_A/s72-c/newyear09.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-5271131138336121001</id><published>2008-12-30T18:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:47:14.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can our friendship survive this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sister 'took' alot of straws from mcdonald's. I think McDonald's is her new love. -_- First tissues, now straws.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We don't hate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If anything, we love &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too much. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;want to mess up your life, who are we to stop &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? It's&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decision to make. Not ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've tried talking to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We've tried stopping &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We've tried advising &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't sinking in, isn't it? &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seem to be sinking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in deeper and deeper. Into a mess that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'ve created wholly by&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, without our help. But with the help of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; new and stupid friends. All they've managed to do, as far as I'm concerned, is to &lt;strong&gt;fuck &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; up&lt;/strong&gt;. So badly. They've changed&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, from a sweet and nice and polite child to a girl who curses in the way that rempits do. I'm so sorry, my dear friend. I am not picking on your friends but I hate how much they've changed &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; back. Not the now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but the old &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'you'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even refer to those people as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;'friends'&lt;/em&gt; without the quotation marks because those are not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; true friends. True friends don't fuck &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; up the way this bunch have done to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No, true friends save&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and still love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; no matter what. What &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'ve been doing lately has hurt us considerably and left marks. Deep wounds, they are. As the saying goes, a true friend won't bail &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out of jail. They'll be sitting next to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; saying, 'damn, we fucked up' and have a good laugh. A true friend can see through that big smile on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; face and still know something's wrong. Now that I've mentioned it, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; smile has never been real for a while now. Where has that smile gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back. We want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-5271131138336121001?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5271131138336121001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=5271131138336121001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5271131138336121001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5271131138336121001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-this-survive-friendship.html' title='can our friendship survive this?'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-8076247141380479201</id><published>2008-12-27T14:20:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:59:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of hair and dogs and overdose on cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Ayu's sister wedding last night. Got my hair done. Heehee. Redredred! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But only the bottom half la, because it will be a very big leap to do my whole head red like Hayley's. When I have more money, then I will do it. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, anyway, pictures! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXLlfNUFMI/AAAAAAAACqY/tHFraoa3vvk/s1600-h/DSC06524.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284353582682084546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXLlfNUFMI/AAAAAAAACqY/tHFraoa3vvk/s320/DSC06524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The back of my head. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXLvPm4v-I/AAAAAAAACqg/sAqcaZGzoSw/s1600-h/DSC06525.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284353750293069794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXLvPm4v-I/AAAAAAAACqg/sAqcaZGzoSw/s320/DSC06525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The left hand side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXMQ7V-p9I/AAAAAAAACqo/0aQ__uFAEx0/s1600-h/DSC06526.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284354328968996818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXMQ7V-p9I/AAAAAAAACqo/0aQ__uFAEx0/s320/DSC06526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The wedding couple and their pengapits. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXMzG3dbMI/AAAAAAAACq4/7UNKxcwf89c/s1600-h/DSC06528.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284354916177767618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXMzG3dbMI/AAAAAAAACq4/7UNKxcwf89c/s320/DSC06528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sofia popia topia chopia with fatty julie. Wahahahahaha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXNC_2nwJI/AAAAAAAACrA/Yq9tJiZcxIU/s1600-h/DSC06535.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284355189173108882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXNC_2nwJI/AAAAAAAACrA/Yq9tJiZcxIU/s320/DSC06535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The doorgift, orange juice and a plastic cup of water. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXNSq-hiAI/AAAAAAAACrI/F6hUWFAK4xU/s1600-h/DSC06541.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284355458447017986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXNSq-hiAI/AAAAAAAACrI/F6hUWFAK4xU/s320/DSC06541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The food, glorious food!! Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXNegzhgHI/AAAAAAAACrQ/F0pQgsru_dg/s1600-h/DSC06543.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284355661874954354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXNegzhgHI/AAAAAAAACrQ/F0pQgsru_dg/s320/DSC06543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My hair from behind. Looks pink right? And the dye wasn't enough so some parts look like red, pink or my previous gold. Hehehe. I am one happyhappyhappy child. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXNwqzvDTI/AAAAAAAACrY/W9ReRUhbIQM/s1600-h/DSC06545.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284355973797842226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXNwqzvDTI/AAAAAAAACrY/W9ReRUhbIQM/s320/DSC06545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ze left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXN67q59ZI/AAAAAAAACrg/N62c2YkgezE/s1600-h/DSC06546.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284356150122902930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXN67q59ZI/AAAAAAAACrg/N62c2YkgezE/s320/DSC06546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ze right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXOIycwsSI/AAAAAAAACro/skBJeiQrOKo/s1600-h/DSC06548.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284356388165824802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXOIycwsSI/AAAAAAAACro/skBJeiQrOKo/s320/DSC06548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All tied up! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXOZQwdfNI/AAAAAAAACrw/kfxYRFQtHao/s1600-h/DSC06550.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284356671179422930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXOZQwdfNI/AAAAAAAACrw/kfxYRFQtHao/s320/DSC06550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The four best friends. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXOleS2OCI/AAAAAAAACr4/EProhDUhTjM/s1600-h/DSC06553.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284356880971741218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXOleS2OCI/AAAAAAAACr4/EProhDUhTjM/s320/DSC06553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Really nice candid shot. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXO2NCYLvI/AAAAAAAACsA/-gZk4XFjBPM/s1600-h/DSC06557.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284357168397037298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXO2NCYLvI/AAAAAAAACsA/-gZk4XFjBPM/s320/DSC06557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Josh's dog, Abby, gave birth to six beautiful puppies! (: They look like baby cows, I swear to God. Sorry Josh. But they really do. :D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXPQeKqobI/AAAAAAAACsI/uuff4QlcILI/s1600-h/DSC06572.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284357619671802290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXPQeKqobI/AAAAAAAACsI/uuff4QlcILI/s320/DSC06572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Handsome Teddy. He is huge and incredibly adorable. Hehe. When he sees visitors coming, he runs forward to greet. But when the visitors want to pet him, he shrinks back as though he's scared of you. -_- Weird huh? Lol. But still adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXPdUVhIDI/AAAAAAAACsQ/Z5s6cpSjX0M/s1600-h/DSC06568.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284357840371261490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXPdUVhIDI/AAAAAAAACsQ/Z5s6cpSjX0M/s320/DSC06568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teddy playing with Josh. Haha. So cute! Can die from OD on cuteness. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that's about it. Going to go shower now. See you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-8076247141380479201?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8076247141380479201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=8076247141380479201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8076247141380479201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8076247141380479201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-hair-and-dogs-and-overdose-on.html' title='Of hair and dogs and overdose on cuteness'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVXLlfNUFMI/AAAAAAAACqY/tHFraoa3vvk/s72-c/DSC06524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-8103020992237260446</id><published>2008-12-24T12:54:00.044+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:32:58.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283677140632679218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNkXYNDMzI/AAAAAAAAClY/s86iERciUYw/s320/DSC064791.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is the last week of the year. How are you guys feeling? (: What are your plans? How did your year go? I think mine went along just all right. It had it's ups and downs. But whose life doesn't contain ups and downs right? So how do I feel at the prospect of the new year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited? &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad? &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to sum up my year but I guess I can do okay with a rough draft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Went back to a second year of my Form Six education. Got sick of it and left, say in February? Lol. Spent some time working part-time jobs and whatnots. Went to Ulu Yam with the boys and the sister and had fun there. That was the time I had the best short hair ever! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNlAqVXS1I/AAAAAAAAClg/k0mrZFhKhXs/s1600-h/DSC04393.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283677849874025298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNlAqVXS1I/AAAAAAAAClg/k0mrZFhKhXs/s320/DSC04393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent Chinese New Year in Pangkor with my new dad and his family for the first time. Worked most of the time with Shiang and pretty much learning to survive with what we have.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283678744195525938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNl0t8ObTI/AAAAAAAAClo/J5M_4JYatOM/s320/DSC04718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A view of Pulau Pangkor taken with my handy camera phone. Not bad, I'd say. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old same old. Went to Penang with Shiang. (: And it was also the time we had to send Ayu off to NS. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNmcCebfPI/AAAAAAAAClw/CWGpdvJc7TQ/s1600-h/DSC05053.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283679419722595570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNmcCebfPI/AAAAAAAAClw/CWGpdvJc7TQ/s320/DSC05053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNmrhJjfdI/AAAAAAAACl4/UzYF_1skOts/s1600-h/DSC05109.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283679685654576594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNmrhJjfdI/AAAAAAAACl4/UzYF_1skOts/s320/DSC05109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my birthday! :D Nothing too special here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNm9OXM7TI/AAAAAAAACmA/ofaeP0QNslQ/s1600-h/DSC05271.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283679989849189682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNm9OXM7TI/AAAAAAAACmA/ofaeP0QNslQ/s320/DSC05271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; God. I like my cheeks here. They're so much more rounder than they are now. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Went to Port Dickson with Shiang and Faeezah and Azlan and Genting before that. Oh. And mom found out my smoking problems and enrolled me in college. -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNnyz2VciI/AAAAAAAACmI/CpnETlV9ZbY/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283680910444950050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNnyz2VciI/AAAAAAAACmI/CpnETlV9ZbY/s320/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nothing special I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mom got married. I have a new sister and brother. My brother's 12 and my sister's 6. Went up to Genting with Shiang and his brothers and cousins as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNoTy7u8kI/AAAAAAAACmQ/gF9mJlZmONs/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283681477134840386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNoTy7u8kI/AAAAAAAACmQ/gF9mJlZmONs/s320/DSC01417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNpJTnHB6I/AAAAAAAACmY/uIUTqRxe-wA/s1600-h/DSC01421.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283682396439775138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNpJTnHB6I/AAAAAAAACmY/uIUTqRxe-wA/s320/DSC01421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNuysDQG7I/AAAAAAAACn4/dpuWYLkZphs/s1600-h/DSC01713.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283688604933036978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNuysDQG7I/AAAAAAAACn4/dpuWYLkZphs/s320/DSC01713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNujpc5TUI/AAAAAAAACnw/_x8vBVxODKg/s1600-h/DSC01714.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283688346537250114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNujpc5TUI/AAAAAAAACnw/_x8vBVxODKg/s320/DSC01714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new hairdo! We also went to the Eye On Malaysia before it was taken down. Ayu came back from Shah Alam and we went to Island Cafe where we took lala pictures. The table behind us were filled with lalas, naturally. Lol. We also took Ayu to Sanctuary for the first time. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNplaBeP8I/AAAAAAAACmg/mUeD2CQjuuI/s1600-h/DSC05779.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283682879197298626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNplaBeP8I/AAAAAAAACmg/mUeD2CQjuuI/s320/DSC05779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNqxJWTFvI/AAAAAAAACmo/2nriZfPXnbA/s1600-h/DSC02813.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283684180391302898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNqxJWTFvI/AAAAAAAACmo/2nriZfPXnbA/s320/DSC02813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNrxhr6CqI/AAAAAAAACm4/qO0YO9ban3o/s1600-h/DSC02697.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283685286436014754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNrxhr6CqI/AAAAAAAACm4/qO0YO9ban3o/s320/DSC02697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNsDnO8TKI/AAAAAAAACnA/mcZImmVczvo/s1600-h/DSC02592.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283685597162785954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNsDnO8TKI/AAAAAAAACnA/mcZImmVczvo/s320/DSC02592.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiang and I went to PD for three days with nothing but relaxation in our minds. The sister tagged along, of course! Kalya got married and we hung out with her on her last single night. (: My cousin brother, Alan, also got married. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNsfQbw9PI/AAAAAAAACnI/gsEcqqYpy24/s1600-h/DSC03096.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283686072078890226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNsfQbw9PI/AAAAAAAACnI/gsEcqqYpy24/s320/DSC03096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNstCgnjtI/AAAAAAAACnQ/SBq-HyVssj0/s1600-h/DSC02906.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283686308859317970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNstCgnjtI/AAAAAAAACnQ/SBq-HyVssj0/s320/DSC02906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNtVdjJCWI/AAAAAAAACnY/2xoKo9q22tI/s1600-h/DSC03646.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283687003312425314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNtVdjJCWI/AAAAAAAACnY/2xoKo9q22tI/s320/DSC03646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNtssPzBHI/AAAAAAAACng/zGSZZpm88tI/s1600-h/DSC03690.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283687402394813554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNtssPzBHI/AAAAAAAACng/zGSZZpm88tI/s320/DSC03690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNuFD_ZQWI/AAAAAAAACno/98ghe5IS7kQ/s1600-h/DSC04260.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283687821085327714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNuFD_ZQWI/AAAAAAAACno/98ghe5IS7kQ/s320/DSC04260.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straightened my hair back. I loved my curlies. But they were very hard to maintain. ): Moved to Setapak and currently staying with May, Xadric, Xuan and YS and two other girls together with me and Shiang. The house was in such a bad shape. But we cleaned up what we could. Shiang and I are thinking of moving again. To a better place which won't kill our budget so much. The area that we are staying in only have Old Town, McD and mamaks. -_- My one year anniversary with him also came up. Din't celebrate much because it happened to be one of the many, many, many cousins' wedding day. -_- So, we only celebrated in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNvGNcCg1I/AAAAAAAACoA/QVU4Ke2rH8I/s1600-h/DSC050441.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283688940312888146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNvGNcCg1I/AAAAAAAACoA/QVU4Ke2rH8I/s320/DSC050441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNvTavlVjI/AAAAAAAACoI/6Azwc7zVLvU/s1600-h/DSC05419.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283689167222822450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNvTavlVjI/AAAAAAAACoI/6Azwc7zVLvU/s320/DSC05419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNvszZsXlI/AAAAAAAACoQ/c82zeQMlgrc/s1600-h/DSC05033.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283689603338624594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNvszZsXlI/AAAAAAAACoQ/c82zeQMlgrc/s320/DSC05033.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave Shiang a facial. Lol. He couldn't stand it. He said his skin became very itchy. So he had to wash it off after that. Lol. He bought me my favourite novel for our anniversary which I devoured in just three days. Lol. He went into shock after I told him I finished it. To save money on entertainment, he bought me two colouring books and colour pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNw1WvvecI/AAAAAAAACog/RO2eUto2DXM/s1600-h/DSC05399.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283690849776925122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNw1WvvecI/AAAAAAAACog/RO2eUto2DXM/s320/DSC05399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNxPDCe6tI/AAAAAAAACoo/BcDT6g-iGvM/s1600-h/DSC054231.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283691291163421394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNxPDCe6tI/AAAAAAAACoo/BcDT6g-iGvM/s320/DSC054231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNyahUE61I/AAAAAAAACo4/QRIxjaoEYNI/s1600-h/DSC054151.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283692587780467538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNyahUE61I/AAAAAAAACo4/QRIxjaoEYNI/s320/DSC054151.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It is now December. I took off my braces. I feel that I look weird without them. Hmm.. I also redecorated my room. It still looks messy, but redeemable. (: I am planning to take home an entire load of laundry home to wash because the darn washing machine is broken. Well, not the machine, but the faucet. -_- I hate this place. Now, the entire faucet is broken. Went to Uncle Ray's for a Christmas party. All the cousins were playing Cranium when we arrived. Quite an interesting game. Lol. They were all laughing and enjoying themselves. Yorrick gave Tien a 'boyfriend' which is insanely adorable. Lol. After the party was The Bank with HanSern and Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNy362G4RI/AAAAAAAACpA/ahH68UVGMFs/s1600-h/DSC06368.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283693092850295058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNy362G4RI/AAAAAAAACpA/ahH68UVGMFs/s320/DSC06368.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Messy. I hate the sight of it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVN0g6TNZ3I/AAAAAAAACpY/Cga_Mdm7vHM/s1600-h/DSC063821.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283694896590186354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVN0g6TNZ3I/AAAAAAAACpY/Cga_Mdm7vHM/s320/DSC063821.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is an injustice to leave Marilyn Monroe in the midst of underwear and pads. -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't worry Marilyn. When I find the perfect spot, I will hang you up. That's a promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNzNxAzlzI/AAAAAAAACpQ/V5ZeYi2jJ28/s1600-h/DSC063721.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283693468167935794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNzNxAzlzI/AAAAAAAACpQ/V5ZeYi2jJ28/s320/DSC063721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVN4FztyA4I/AAAAAAAACpg/54mKiFK4NRc/s1600-h/DSC064771.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283698829012632450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVN4FztyA4I/AAAAAAAACpg/54mKiFK4NRc/s320/DSC064771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVN6RvaCMZI/AAAAAAAACpo/a1fDWoxrcMQ/s1600-h/DSC064781.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283701233037750674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVN6RvaCMZI/AAAAAAAACpo/a1fDWoxrcMQ/s320/DSC064781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVN9F1XhCZI/AAAAAAAACpw/_waOdIhECks/s1600-h/DSC06494.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283704327014254994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVN9F1XhCZI/AAAAAAAACpw/_waOdIhECks/s320/DSC06494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVN_jME49bI/AAAAAAAACp4/yJKPyZqmpQs/s1600-h/DSC064871.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283707030349608370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVN_jME49bI/AAAAAAAACp4/yJKPyZqmpQs/s320/DSC064871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVOBn1sLotI/AAAAAAAACqA/GCeGppB_I6Y/s1600-h/DSC064841.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283709309262996178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVOBn1sLotI/AAAAAAAACqA/GCeGppB_I6Y/s320/DSC064841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVOGPpXqa9I/AAAAAAAACqI/pRKHTovMhWg/s1600-h/DSC064951.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283714391196986322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVOGPpXqa9I/AAAAAAAACqI/pRKHTovMhWg/s320/DSC064951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVOKC637azI/AAAAAAAACqQ/OlJDx0Gs1Rg/s1600-h/DSC06489.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283718570603932466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVOKC637azI/AAAAAAAACqQ/OlJDx0Gs1Rg/s320/DSC06489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Okay. That's about it for my year. I hope things will be much much much better next year. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-8103020992237260446?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8103020992237260446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=8103020992237260446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8103020992237260446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8103020992237260446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-year.html' title='My Year'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SVNkXYNDMzI/AAAAAAAAClY/s86iERciUYw/s72-c/DSC064791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-1454436083077552944</id><published>2008-12-23T05:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T05:48:02.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just finished watching 'Alpha Dog'. Very interesting movie based on true events. It's so sad how someone can kill someone who trusts them unconditionally. Sigh.. Poor 15-year-old kid. Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I slept all day long. From 2.30 onwards till 10 in the night. I'm tired but I can't sleep because I have a sudden urge to take a dump. YS is still not sleeping and the boyfriend's happily snoring by my side. I have a 10.30 class in the morning. Shit. I'm going to go to bed now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random. I know. Haha. Good night. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-1454436083077552944?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1454436083077552944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=1454436083077552944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1454436083077552944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1454436083077552944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-14113449344483129</id><published>2008-12-20T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:55:58.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am severely bored. Insanely bored. Sickeningly bored. Absurdly bored. -_____- My mommy and daddy took a family friend to 1Utama and now they're in Times Square. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really want to go to 1 Utama. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't stepped into 1U in ages. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really want to check out the decorations in 1u. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodness, I can't even type more than 10 words in a sentence. Shows how bored I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas is fast aproaching. I don't think I'll be able to get presents for mommy and sister. Especially the boyfriend. Sigh.. I do so want to get them Christmas presents. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching movies all day. Non-stop. I am seriously dead bored. Right now, I am watching Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. Honestly, I am not even paying attention to the movie. Not interesting enough. -_- However, Mamma Mia is very interesting though. Lol. 'Honey, honey' is stuck in my head too. 'Lay All Your Love On Me' as well. I like the movie version one though. The one I downloaded from Limewire is the full version one. Not as interesting. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/Modules/Applications/Pages/Canvas.aspx?appId=105359"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Superpoke pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in Myspace is dirty now. Going to go give it a shower now. Hehe. Go play with her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. I have nothing better to do. I need a cigarette. But I am so lazy to get up to grab the ashtray. -____- My pet is clean and fed. Now I need to restart the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. God. Omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg!! My friend has a picture of Wade Robson!! *screech and pulls hair* AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. Bored. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-14113449344483129?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/14113449344483129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=14113449344483129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/14113449344483129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/14113449344483129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/honey-honey.html' title='Honey, Honey'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-6253424401520394972</id><published>2008-12-19T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:40:45.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that I'm Losing Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is always a point in someone's life when they're tired of everything and hate everything. Including music. Who hates music? Yeah. I know. I think I'm at that point. Right now. This very minute. I was upset about something. I don't know what. All I know was that on the drive home, I really needed a fix or something. I needed Avenged Sevenfold. I needed Paramore. I needed Cradle of Filth. I needed sad songs. I needed loud songs. And all I get are Mariah Carey's 'Always be My Baby', Jordin Sparks 'One &lt;strike&gt;Fucking&lt;/strike&gt; Step At A Time', Rihanna's 'Rehab' and 'Live your &lt;strike&gt;Stupid&lt;/strike&gt; Life'. Fucking annoying. -____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an empty shell of a miserable person who has absolutely no life, hates everything and everyone. Hates eating and sleeping. Hates smoking. Hates laughter, fun, smiles. Hates scowls, frowns, sarcasm. Which says alot since I use sarcasm on a daily basis. In other words, hates life. But then there are also times where I love absolutely everything. But right now, I hate everything. And for the record, I like smoking. Takes away alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore's 'Pressure' is on repeat in Youtube. I need songs like these to clear away all the horrible flashbacks of the radio when it's being a bitch. When one radio station airs a stupid, ridiculous song, all the other stations air other stupid songs. When one airs a nice and wonderful song, then only the others air nice songs. It's like they have some telepathic communication going on or something wtf. -____________________- Sadly, the headphones in this cc isn't the type that blocks out all other sounds. I can hear all those people behind me cursing and shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this post contains so much more vulgarity than necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-6253424401520394972?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6253424401520394972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=6253424401520394972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6253424401520394972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6253424401520394972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-that-im-losing-hope.html' title='Now that I&apos;m Losing Hope'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-3012333798488693238</id><published>2008-12-13T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:35:29.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I. Am. Bored.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mommy and daddy went out, my sister's in Thailand now, my boyfriend's working, my dog is sleeping, my stomach is cramping, and I miss my sister. -_______- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't see the connection there but she's in Thailand now, and I only got to see her for like half a day only yesterday. Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need a ciggie. Haven't smoked for almost the entire day. -____- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gave May a surprise party last night. She was happy. You better be, woman. Lol. It's your birthday, have fun. She always thinks that people will forget her birthday, but see, nobody forgot your birthday. (: It's your day, have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss my friends as well. Maybe later I'm going to call Kaalya to go out or something. Sigh.. I am in desperate need for attention. -________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mommy's trading in my City. T___T I am going to miss that car of mine. When I have money and already stable, I am going to buy my own Honda City. Preferrably with the same number plate. &lt;em&gt;My baby!&lt;/em&gt; T____T Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It just rained. Oh, I do love rainy days. So calming, peaceful, and relaxing. (: It's bliss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The boyfriend's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s coming up and I have yet to get him a birthday present. I didn't even get him an anniversary present. I am one lousy girlfriend. Sigh.. I can't wait to get a job so I can buy presents for him. Muah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well. I am going to surf around. Be back soon. Tata.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-3012333798488693238?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3012333798488693238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=3012333798488693238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3012333798488693238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3012333798488693238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-5866851103248069441</id><published>2008-12-10T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:55:28.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lychees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shiang bought me a lychee drink because lately, I've stopped drinking the purple Justea and started on lychee. The can states that it has nata de coco in it. I didn't chew any. Hang on. I try again. *shakes can around and around* oh yeah. There is definitely nata de coco in it. Yum! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. AM. FREE! FREE FROM ASSIGNMENTS! Wee!!~ happyhappyhappy! *throws confetti and spins* Tralalalalala!!~ I am one happy child. Bad news is, finals are on the month after next. Hey that's not such a bad news right? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have red hair. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me. I'm just tired and sleepy and happy! Wee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-5866851103248069441?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5866851103248069441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=5866851103248069441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5866851103248069441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/5866851103248069441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/lychees.html' title='Lychees'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-8177296197792668056</id><published>2008-12-08T02:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T02:58:07.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignments, assignments, assignments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I have just finished what I consider a halfway decent assignment. The only parts left for me to do is to wait for the other section from Mr Bong Yi Xuan which I sincerely hope to God that he completed. *prays hard* I purposely downloaded Photoshop CS4 -which is insanely pretty if I might add- just to design a menu. -_- And, instead of completing the menu, I have just decided to try printing it and see if it comes out a desired shape. I am so tired now. ): I want to sleep. But I think, I should choose what goes into the menu and what doesn't before I do it up in Photoshop. Sobs. Did I mention that I am Photoshop blind? I can't do wonders with Photoshop. :'( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;The only assignment that is going to keep me glued to the computer tomorrow will be Hotel Management and Operations. I haven't started that damn assignment as well. -_- And it is due on Tuesday morning! 9am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Oh my god. Kill me now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-8177296197792668056?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8177296197792668056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=8177296197792668056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8177296197792668056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8177296197792668056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/assignments-assignments-assignments.html' title='Assignments, assignments, assignments.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-6085510218004116932</id><published>2008-12-07T04:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:57:23.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emperor Crabs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was googling on emperor crabs. I know, right? &lt;em&gt;Crabs.&lt;/em&gt; Of all things. Mr.Brian/Bryan was explaining things about crustaceans and seafood and fish and shellfish and whatnots. So, when it came to crabs, he was telling us about this crab that he cooked and served once. Emperor crabs. This guy comes in one day with a huge box about half the size of the table in my lecture hall. I can't exactly tell you the measurements because I myself am measurement-blind. -__- Anyway, my measurement-blindness aside, he said he thought it was a full box of crabs! And when they opened the box, a head popped out and the chefs there grabbed their knives and jumped backwards. Hahahaha! It was so darn funny. He had all the movements and was talking at the same moment. I could practically imagine the chefs with their tall hats and white shirts and checkered pants! Lol! :D That crab is huge! They had to use metal wires to tie the pincers together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/STrmlhpG1JI/AAAAAAAAClQ/10Rz5_25B1Y/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276783445778289810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/STrmlhpG1JI/AAAAAAAAClQ/10Rz5_25B1Y/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I am assuming that it is this huge because it's the closest to my imagination. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why am I doing this when I should be doing my assignments. But I am out on temporary parole from my assignments. I shall continue doing them tomorrow and all day Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-6085510218004116932?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6085510218004116932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=6085510218004116932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6085510218004116932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/6085510218004116932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/emperor-crabs.html' title='Emperor Crabs.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/STrmlhpG1JI/AAAAAAAAClQ/10Rz5_25B1Y/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-471490996189047810</id><published>2008-12-06T17:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:46:40.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Mood For Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am starting to feel the beginnings of a headache in the right temple. -____- How much I hate my assignments I cannot express. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn.. The foods and whatnots that I manage to google-ed look insanely good. Which makes me feel bad because the boyfriend's suffering through his lunch break at Setapak because we're both broke. At least I have some Koko Krunch here at home. Poor him. Sigh.. Never mind. Maybe if my house has the right ingredients, I'll make him some nice food and bring it over to him later. (: That's a good thought. So anyway, here are some examples in my menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/STpH3L5UCqI/AAAAAAAACk4/M16wEy1QFl8/s1600-h/Ann"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276608926829513378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/STpH3L5UCqI/AAAAAAAACk4/M16wEy1QFl8/s320/Ann%27s+White+XMAs.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas Cookies. (: Looks so insanely delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/STpIY5ojBZI/AAAAAAAAClI/oGUSHvB9ai0/s1600-h/christmas+trifle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276609506042906002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/STpIY5ojBZI/AAAAAAAAClI/oGUSHvB9ai0/s320/christmas+trifle.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As you can see, I am definitely in the mood for Christmas. Moneyless. But what to do? Sigh.. Guess everyone that I know might not have presents. T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah well.. Back to assignments. I just need a temporary escape from it all. Bye.. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-471490996189047810?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/471490996189047810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=471490996189047810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/471490996189047810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/471490996189047810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-mood-for-christmas.html' title='In The Mood For Christmas'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/STpH3L5UCqI/AAAAAAAACk4/M16wEy1QFl8/s72-c/Ann%27s+White+XMAs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-3070305528544266829</id><published>2008-12-05T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:08:21.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How 'bout them assignments?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With two assignments due next Tuesday, and Monday a public holiday, it is no surprise whatsoever to see people struggling. But since you're in [hteeteepee]:[slashslash]asprincessfalls[dot]blogspot[dot]com, you are only seeing one person struggle. Sigh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I received a gift from God today. A website that I just found is a gift from God. Honestly. I'm really glad. :D These are recipes that I shall try out soon. Preferrably during semester break. But I'm hoping that I might have the chance to do it before Christmas so I can make them for my mommy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so annoyed with these people in cybercafes. -____- If the cybercafe was loud with all the sounds of games going on, a screech of victory, a groan and/or a series of curses and/or vulgarity and/or obscenities of defeat, and cackles at blowing the opponent's chance of winning are usually acceptable and tolerant and comes as no surprise. But, this particular cybercafe provides headphones. So when people screech, groan, curse, hurl profanities, cackle and whatever, it becomes highly intolerant. It's annoying. God. And they think that they're being funny. Urgh.. How annoying can these people get? Thank Dunhill my boyfriend's a silent player. (: Muahmuah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally finished finding foods for my menu. And I have to say that I am starting to regret[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet again!&lt;/span&gt;] that I didn't start earlier. Sigh.. I have to make a real menu. Sigh.. A real one. T_T Wish me luck people. I am going to find pictures for the foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. *ties headband and charges off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-3070305528544266829?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3070305528544266829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=3070305528544266829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3070305528544266829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3070305528544266829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-bout-them-assignments.html' title='How &apos;bout them assignments?'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-743032673588446868</id><published>2008-12-03T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:05:33.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally something for me to do. I so need to de-stress myself before I die from the stress of laggy connections and whatnots. Hopefully I manage to de-stress myself before taking  nice hot shower before going to bed. Love you mama dearest. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top 5 Most Favorite Foods;&lt;br /&gt;- Tesco's cheese and macaroni&lt;br /&gt;- Indomie with telur mata&lt;br /&gt;- Sweets&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;- Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Things I Love Doing;&lt;br /&gt;- Read&lt;br /&gt;- Shop (if only I have the money to do so)&lt;br /&gt;- Go online&lt;br /&gt;- Phone calls (if only they aren't so bloody expensive!)&lt;br /&gt;- Hang out&lt;br /&gt;- Watch TV and movies (they're a luxury to me now)&lt;br /&gt;- Go to the movies (it's also a luxury)&lt;br /&gt;- Eat&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep&lt;br /&gt;- Bum around (it's also counted as a luxury as of now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I Love Doing When I'm EMO;&lt;br /&gt;- Keep to myself&lt;br /&gt;- Throw non-breakable stuff around&lt;br /&gt;- Cry (at the level of extreme emo-ness)&lt;br /&gt;- Drink coffee (so I can get knocked out and go to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;- Eat chocolates&lt;br /&gt;- Blog&lt;br /&gt;- Smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I Love Doing When I'm Happy;&lt;br /&gt;- Laugh&lt;br /&gt;- Give free hugs and kisses to my girls and boyfriend and mother and daddy and sister dearest&lt;br /&gt;- Smile at totally random people&lt;br /&gt;- Act crazy with the people around me&lt;br /&gt;- Eat&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep&lt;br /&gt;- Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I Wish To Happen;&lt;br /&gt;- Money, money, money. Come,come come!&lt;br /&gt;- Get my very own Sony Vaio laptop&lt;br /&gt;- Get a new phone (Nokia 5300 or LG Ice-Cream thingamajiggy. What? They're pretty!)&lt;br /&gt;- Do well in my studies to make my mama proud&lt;br /&gt;- I lose more weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top 5 Most Addicted songs;&lt;br /&gt;- That's What You Get - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;- Decode - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;- Octobre - Francis Cabrel&lt;br /&gt;- Lullaby - Mitch Hansen&lt;br /&gt;- Love Fool - The Cardigans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Persons I Wish To tag;&lt;br /&gt;- Anyone&lt;br /&gt;- Who&lt;br /&gt;- Wants&lt;br /&gt;- To&lt;br /&gt;- Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.. Relaxed.. So much more. (: Off to the shower now. Tata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-743032673588446868?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/743032673588446868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=743032673588446868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/743032673588446868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/743032673588446868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/taggy.html' title='Taggy!'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-7612783003669717965</id><published>2008-12-03T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:33:26.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blogging from my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Like finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. The boyfriend applied a Broadband from Maxis. Kinda laggy but better than nothing right? Since the broadband is laggy, he's down at the cybercafe with the rest of the boys playing games, while I sit at home and enjoy myself with a rather slow but stupidly satisfying connection. Instant gratification- what to do? This isn't instantly gratifying like how I hoped it would be, but whatever. Can go online is a good enough fact for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been spending way too much time at a two-storey shopping mall here. -_____- I know. Real waste of time. I spend most of my time in MPH and I am rather surprised that the people working there have not kicked me out yet. I've read like a shelf of book that aren't wrapped up in clear plastics. It's really stupid- how can people buy the books they want if they don't know the contents? You can say that they can just read the behind, that's fine by me. But I've learned that there really isn't much point to reading the back if the story inside the book isn't plotted properly or done properly. What if the back says it's interesting but when you read it it's difficult to understand or it's just plain boring? You'd have wasted a good RM50 for nothing right? What about them magazines? If that particular magazine is boring this month but looks interesting on the outside, you'd waste, say, RM10? -_____- So frustrating la. I've read almost all the Singapore's True Ghost Stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are some really interesting stories in there and some totally stupid. -_______________- The interesting ones I've read are about the black metal/goth/etc music. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anton_Szandor_LaVey"&gt;Anton LaVey&lt;/a&gt; is the founder of the Church of Satan and author of The Satanic Bible. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trey_Azagthoth"&gt;Trey Azagthoth&lt;/a&gt; is a member of Morbid Angel and claims to be a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;The crazy things that some people would do. Three teenagers in California murdered &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elyse_Pahler"&gt;Elyse Pahler&lt;/a&gt;. Reason : she had blue eyes, blond hair and is a virgin and they thought it would make a good sacrifice. All these I got off Singapore's True Ghost Stories books. Hmm.. Those are quite scary. But nonetheless, I still love those books. (: And apparently, N*Sync and The Backstreet Boys have songs with disturbing lyrics in them as well. I never thought of them that way. In the book, it was quoted that the song 'Boys Will Be Boys' contain lyrics of such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.. Broadband connection here is terrible. It has to be the place because the Broadband that my dad is using at home is perfectly fine. Quite good, in fact. But a friend said that the higher the place is, the better the connection is. I'm not feeling it. ): I can't even log into MSN, for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/STamrpshY4I/AAAAAAAACkw/sO6r2iMY9vk/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/STamrpshY4I/AAAAAAAACkw/sO6r2iMY9vk/s320/Copy+of+DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275587282368291714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the text fonts on my computer are insanely tiny. -_____- How does it look like to your computers? I know my blog looks really pretty in the computers in cybercafes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much pictures to update with because there aren't any new pictures. There are a couple in the camera though. Lazy to upload them all. Hmm.. So I guess that's it. Bye. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-7612783003669717965?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7612783003669717965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=7612783003669717965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7612783003669717965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7612783003669717965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/STamrpshY4I/AAAAAAAACkw/sO6r2iMY9vk/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC00105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-3540106001669044210</id><published>2008-12-02T00:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:55:07.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random updates and whatnots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's my 200th post! I should throw a party. :D Tralalalalala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two assignment due next week. One of which I haven't started. -_- How much more wonderful can I get? -______________- Finals are next month. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made Creme Caramel today. The sweetness is painful to the tooth and my stomach. The smell is unnerving. Ugh.. Definitely not one of my favourite desserts. Gaaccckkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Vous, vous jouerez dehors, comme les enfants du nord, Octobre restera peut-etre....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I so love the song. How much more relaxing can that get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that the walls in my room are so infected with wet bugs and dampness and moisture and ants. I hate the place. Period. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Amanda's 9am class tomorrow is cancelled! Wee!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking off my braces this month. My only problem is, where the heck am I going to get the money to pay the dentist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money. Stupid issue. Seriously. -_____- I want to buy an anniversary and birthday and Christmas present for the boyfriend, Christmas presents for the family and for the dog. Sigh.. I need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I changed the colours on my blog. Quite into green these days. Hmm.. Changed the colours on the tagbox as well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I was thinking that when I have enough money to pamper myself, I would dye my hair a rich red colour like Hayley's from Paramore. Check out this video! It's the colour that I want. What do you think? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvnkAtWcKYg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Decode by Paramore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check it out and let me know aight? This part of the post is specially dedicated to Mama Pao. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random updates. Hehe. See you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-3540106001669044210?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3540106001669044210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=3540106001669044210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3540106001669044210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3540106001669044210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-updates-and-whatnots.html' title='Random updates and whatnots.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-2021337209757236451</id><published>2008-11-29T01:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:11:02.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Better To Do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blogging from my daddy's Vaio laptop. As useless as many people have told me about this insanely pretty laptop, I am falling desperately in love with it. Wahahahahahaha! I so want one of my own. Preferrably in pink and if they have green, good, please, thankyouverymuch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am home for the weekend. Sigh.. But I have to go back to MU tomorrow morning because the boyfriend is working. ): Mommy bought me Pizza Hut for dinner. Yummy. Now I feel like downing a Coke and go to sleep. But I have to shower first, though. Lat shower was at 6pm. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel quite good about my Food, Ingredients and Cooking Methods exam today. I studied a little. But I feel quite good about it. (: Hopefully, I pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two assignments due soon. I haven't even started one yet. Dieee! The other is in the process of starting. I am so... -______- No words can describe how I feel right now. 'Pooped' is more likely I am dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night people. Gonna go shower and go off to bed. Ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-2021337209757236451?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2021337209757236451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=2021337209757236451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2021337209757236451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2021337209757236451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-better-to-do.html' title='Nothing Better To Do.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-1997034861081365030</id><published>2008-11-27T22:15:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:12:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vous, vous jouerez dehors, comme les enfants du nord, Octobre restera peut-etre...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octobre's been on repeat mode in my mind lately. It helps me go to sleep easily with this flu I'm having right now. First day, I had sore throat and flu. Second day I had dry cough and flu. And now, I have flam-filled cough AND flu. Eew! Horrible taste. And because of me being sick, I cannot donate blood. -____- First day, they told me I had low blood pressure. Second day, they told me that there wasn't enough iron in my blood. Mind you, I had to go through the bloody process in which they stabbed my finger twice to draw blood to check. &lt;strong&gt;TWICE&lt;/strong&gt;, I tell you. &lt;strong&gt;TWICE!&lt;/strong&gt; And twice, I had to walk through that bloody &lt;em&gt;'Disqualified Donor Exit'.&lt;/em&gt; Humiliating, I tell you. -______- My finger felt so bruised. So violated. Oh. My. God. I sound so dramatic. I can just imagine myself with my hands waving around me. Annoying much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My cousin Michele watched Twilight already. I can't wait for my turn. Ish! Such a disappointment la, this guy who plays Edward Cullen. Edward Cullen is so perfect and this guy is soo... *shudders* He doesn't suit la, ohmygod, I'm so sorry. m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS6vmHEcMWI/AAAAAAAABzE/zSKBy0bRarE/s1600-h/DSC05444.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273345282964992354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS6vmHEcMWI/AAAAAAAABzE/zSKBy0bRarE/s320/DSC05444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Christmas is just around the corner. A far corner, no doubt. But already I'm excited for Christmas. The tree is already up in my house anyway! So happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS6wt9PlSYI/AAAAAAAABzM/63wzQuhiYi8/s1600-h/DSC05449.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273346517277952386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS6wt9PlSYI/AAAAAAAABzM/63wzQuhiYi8/s320/DSC05449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; One of the pretty pretty ornaments on my tree. My mommy decorated it as usual. Without me, of course. One of the many quirks of living outside. ): She even bought real pine cones to decorate the tree. Sadly enough, the smell was gone when I went home. Couldn't smell a thing but inhaled tons of dust. -______- Maybe it was just my nose cranking up on me. &lt;em&gt;Again&lt;/em&gt;. But it was pretty nonetheless. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS6x-7zoDUI/AAAAAAAABzU/Fpy850LW3Ug/s1600-h/DSC05458.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273347908461661506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS6x-7zoDUI/AAAAAAAABzU/Fpy850LW3Ug/s320/DSC05458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I miss my dog. Truckloads. ): He's getting so old. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS60cgdbEGI/AAAAAAAABzc/vN_Gk2qLwgM/s1600-h/DSC05359.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273350615540109410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS60cgdbEGI/AAAAAAAABzc/vN_Gk2qLwgM/s320/DSC05359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Wonderful way to listen to oldies. *snickers* Shiang, me, Stan, Cosmo and Joey were mamaking when the conversation directed its way to the oldies. We were listening to 'Tie A Yellow Ribbon Around The Old Oak Tree' from Stan's phone. And because it wasn't loud enough, Stan held his phone in that cup and whoa! The effect was so nice! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS62Li89-uI/AAAAAAAABzk/-vYj58JSpp0/s1600-h/DSC05380.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273352523174771426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS62Li89-uI/AAAAAAAABzk/-vYj58JSpp0/s320/DSC05380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hey Socks and Bow-Tie! *waves* Apparently, they're brother and sister but don't see eye to eye. Pretty much on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS63B9JU3KI/AAAAAAAABzs/fPQ80heAckg/s1600-h/DSC05353.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273353457918860450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS63B9JU3KI/AAAAAAAABzs/fPQ80heAckg/s320/DSC05353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS63PR2EjmI/AAAAAAAABz0/8bVgSdcOwTI/s1600-h/DSC05185.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273353686813544034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS63PR2EjmI/AAAAAAAABz0/8bVgSdcOwTI/s320/DSC05185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Halloween Party at MU home and my own beloved home. The bottom one is a picture from my house and the top was from MU home. The 'spider web' was from my home. Brought it over to MU home for decoration sake. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS63uzj3ZvI/AAAAAAAABz8/U9e4mWwUoRs/s1600-h/DSC04825.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273354228439934706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS63uzj3ZvI/AAAAAAAABz8/U9e4mWwUoRs/s320/DSC04825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The girl pierced her tongue. -____- Quite a while back actually. But 'a while back', I was unable to blog about it. I so can't wait to get a tattoo. Pish! Hahahahaha! Love you la fat. Muahmuah! This is one of the ugly pictures of her that she let me keep. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS64a31iXgI/AAAAAAAAB0E/t6GKTpj850I/s1600-h/DSC05472.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273354985502039554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS64a31iXgI/AAAAAAAAB0E/t6GKTpj850I/s320/DSC05472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273355572934556530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS649EMXO3I/AAAAAAAAB0M/hcpAo6vX17I/s320/DSC05535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Croutons! Yummy!! And they were used to garnish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS66TIwb23I/AAAAAAAAB0U/IsACl99gUt8/s1600-h/DSC05527.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273357051628346226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS66TIwb23I/AAAAAAAAB0U/IsACl99gUt8/s320/DSC05527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Tomato Soup and Corn Chowder! My design, by the way. Haha. Didn't take any pictures of the Corn Chowder though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS66nn8yJNI/AAAAAAAAB0c/oFePW0Wu7Vw/s1600-h/DSC05894.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273357403599021266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS66nn8yJNI/AAAAAAAAB0c/oFePW0Wu7Vw/s320/DSC05894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was made on during our first week cooking. After the chicken stock, brown chicken stock, sauces and all. I can't remember it's name but I do remember that it has cheese, ham and with a polo bun. Yum! After that it was the Tomato Soup and Corn Chowder, then the Dory Fillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS67MH-LchI/AAAAAAAAB0k/nzf93N7HZfU/s1600-h/DSC05620.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273358030670098962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS67MH-LchI/AAAAAAAAB0k/nzf93N7HZfU/s320/DSC05620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Dory Fillet. (: Not bad, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lampiran for our BM Lanjutan presentation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS68HQs0wzI/AAAAAAAAB0s/j_akkLoeJqk/s1600-h/DSC05568.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273359046625510194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS68HQs0wzI/AAAAAAAAB0s/j_akkLoeJqk/s320/DSC05568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS68jN960nI/AAAAAAAAB00/XUwZgm1OUZA/s1600-h/DSC05596.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273359526928241266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS68jN960nI/AAAAAAAAB00/XUwZgm1OUZA/s320/DSC05596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; At times, I really wonder why I bother making sure all the bowls and plates and pots and ladles and whatnots are washed thoroughly and clean for the next class. Obviously, there are a couple of ignorant idiots who used this bowl and could not be bothered to wash it properly and thoroughly for the next class. Stupid people. Ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS69SflDMbI/AAAAAAAAB08/kNmMiO0CDe0/s1600-h/DSC04620.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273360339109622194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS69SflDMbI/AAAAAAAAB08/kNmMiO0CDe0/s320/DSC04620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I also can't wait for the day I can buy my own pet mouse. Haha. :D Until I am financially stable again, I cannot own a pet. Yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heehee! Bye people! That's all for now. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS : I learned something the other day. "Speak of the devil, and the devil appears."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-1997034861081365030?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1997034861081365030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=1997034861081365030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1997034861081365030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1997034861081365030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates.html' title='Updates.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SS6vmHEcMWI/AAAAAAAABzE/zSKBy0bRarE/s72-c/DSC05444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-8234096406302769578</id><published>2008-11-21T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:53:03.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have one post in pending from God knows when. Know why it's pending?? hteeteepee:[slashslash]asprincessfalls[dot]blogspot[dot]com decided to throw a tantrum like an onion. -__- Why an onion? Because onion's stuck in my head for some reason which I can't understand. Brain in process of going dead, I guess. I thought it was just my bloggie. Turns out that all of Blogger was in tantrum mode. Or maybe it was &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;anchester&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt; U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;nited&lt;/strike&gt;'s server throwing tantrums. Whatever la. So since that post was supposed to be a pictured post, this post shall be a non-picture post. I am not being in bitchy mode. Just that my pictures are all transferred back into the comp already by the boyfriend. Hmm... Tomorrow night la, that post come up okay? (: *pats head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh. Check out this song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHNrIiuTbiM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Octobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; by Francis Cabrel. It's such a lovely song. (: My French lecturer has been quite boring lately. We've been doing mother lessons (shall explain more later), singing this song, and this poem from a Hakka man in France. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacbayle.club.fr/livres/Ly.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*click*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And when he gets bored or something, he searches up French chefs and their stories and teaches us how to write a recipe in French. -_- It's all very interesting, really. But seriously, I so much preferred him in Semester One. How sad. Our finals? Yep. You guessed it, recipe in French. That one also was taught halfway then class was dismissed and we have not continued with that lesson. Yet. Mother lessons, dear children, is a form of teaching whereby the teacher says a sentence, and you repeat after him. It was how our mothers taught us when we were kids. Yeah, that was how French class was conducted lately. But of late, it's been more to singing than mother lessons. -_- But I'm not complaining yet, the song is lovely. Really. The poem is just the not-so-fun part. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to update about without the pictures. Sigh.. It sucks when you have no connection at home. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga's song is so addictive. Poker Face. Not bad. :D Weird video. But otherwise interesting. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney's 'Womanizer' video is so darn funny. Lol. It's good that she can still dance like that. Haha. &lt;strike&gt;Poor&lt;/strike&gt; womanizer. Got kicked in the balls. AND she still looks hot. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZSLIq6YiRY"&gt;*clickie*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aiya. Will update when I have pictures la. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-8234096406302769578?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8234096406302769578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=8234096406302769578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8234096406302769578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8234096406302769578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-sucks.html' title='Life Sucks.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-4737356250561705936</id><published>2008-11-12T23:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:34:54.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Editted Twice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots to update about. Heh. First off, Carmen mama's tag. &lt;em&gt;A hundred questions! &lt;/em&gt;-____- My god. Hmm.. Still love you la, mama. Muahmuah! Although, I am starting to suspect that the tag doesn't have a 100 questions. I'd say 80? Lol. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Are you really ready for 100 questions?&lt;br /&gt;- No not really. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x2) Who's the best kisser you've ever kissed?&lt;br /&gt;- My boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3) Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x4) Who did you last say "I love you" to?&lt;br /&gt;- The Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x6) What's your ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;- All Star- Smashmouth. "somebody once told me, the world is gonna get me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x7) Have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah! (: Miss you guys truckloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x8) Are you a boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;- -______________________________________________- girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x9) How do you want to die?&lt;br /&gt;- Any way will do. Just not mangled or distorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x11) What did you last drink?&lt;br /&gt;- Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x12) Who is your last call?&lt;br /&gt;- Sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x13) Tom from MySpace is about to go to jail, what's your first thought?&lt;br /&gt;- NOo!! Not that I like him or anything but I love my MySpace la. Sorry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x14) Do you have an attitude?&lt;br /&gt;- I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x16) Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x17) How much do you text?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't like texting very much. Prefer calls. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x18) Like reading?&lt;br /&gt;- Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x19) Are you gonna get high later?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x20) Do you hate anyone at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't hate. I dislike. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x21) Do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. My girls and mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x22) Twirl or cut your spaghetti?&lt;br /&gt;- o_O? I twirl, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x23) Who is your best friend's brother's wife's daughter's boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't have a best friend with a married brother who already has a daughter and has a boyfriend. -_________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x24) Do you tan a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- I hate being dark. ): Or in my case, yellow. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x25) How exactly are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;- Ever heard of tendonitis? Yeah. Dying. *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x26) Ever eat food in a car while someone or your self is driving?&lt;br /&gt;- All the time. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x27) Do you like someone currently?&lt;br /&gt;- I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x28) Have you ever started a rumor?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. I am not that lifeless, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x30) Are Barbie &amp;amp; Ken bad influences on people?&lt;br /&gt;- No! They're just dolls, for heaven's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x31) Do you regret anything from your past?&lt;br /&gt;- Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x32) What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;- Buck Cherry- Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x33) Do you want to have kids?&lt;br /&gt;- Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x34) Ever kissed somebody thats name started with an E?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. Eeyore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x35) Do you type fast?&lt;br /&gt;- I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x36) Do you have piercings?&lt;br /&gt;- Used to have seven. Now I am down to 4 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x37) Can you spell?&lt;br /&gt;- cant spill gud enuff. Haha. Does that answer your stupid question?? -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x38) Flip flops or sandals?&lt;br /&gt;- Flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x39) What do you miss most about your past?&lt;br /&gt;- My childhood days. Everyone seem to miss that the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x40) What are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Ciggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x41) Is your handphone always hung around you whenever you are?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x42) Do you enjoy going out with the opposite sex friend alone?&lt;br /&gt;- I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x43) Does somebody love you?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x44) Do you have a good relationship with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;- Good enough for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x45) Are you secretly liking someone?&lt;br /&gt;- No. I love my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x46) Do you believe your ex thinks about you?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't know, don't want to know. Don't care too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x47) Who is your bestest friend's name?&lt;br /&gt;- Carmen, Julie, Sofia, Alya, Ayu, Sabree, Shiang, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x48) Have you ever been betrayed by a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. Stupid 'best' friend. *sticks out tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x49) Your hair color?&lt;br /&gt;- Dark brown on the top half with blondish brown at the bottom half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x50) Is your house big?&lt;br /&gt;- No. But I like my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x51) Where is your cat at?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't have a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x52) Have you ever walked outside in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x53) Do you think you're a good person?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't know. But I &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to be. That counts for something right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x54) Do you believe everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;- Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x55) Do you take drugs?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. Nicotine and tar counted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x56) Last time you had a nice bubble bath?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh my gosh. Such a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x57) Whats your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;- Anne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x58) Do you play the Wii?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x59) How do you feel about Wal-Mart?&lt;br /&gt;- It's in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x60) How long have you had a myspace?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. Since Form3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x61) Who has inspired you the most?&lt;br /&gt;- Mom. Animals. Wade Robson. My best friends. Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x62) Favorite line?&lt;br /&gt;- 'What is &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt; with you?' good sentence. Can be used in many tones, in many ways. Oh, and emphasize properly okay? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x63) How old will you be in 4months?&lt;br /&gt;19?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x64) Are you mean?&lt;br /&gt;- When I want to be. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x65) Can you keep white shoes clean?&lt;br /&gt;- My mommy had to nag me all week to wash my shoes every weekend. And I draw on my shoes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x66) Do you believe in true love?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x67) Do you like roller coasters that go upside down?&lt;br /&gt;- NOOOO!! I don't likeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x68) Are you proud of the person you've become?&lt;br /&gt;- No not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x69) Do you like yourself to be change?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x70) Do you like to be outside?&lt;br /&gt;- When the weather's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x71) What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;- Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x72) Are you bored?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x73) Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x74) Ever fail a class?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x75) Are you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x76) Do you have a bank account?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x78) What'll make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;- Money. Money. Money. And more money. Wahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x79) Would you change your name?&lt;br /&gt;- Nehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x80) Do you know how to skateboard?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Whoever who wants to do it la. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second tag.....&lt;br /&gt;RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xRULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x1. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;- 11.52pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Get through the entire second semester, get good grades so I can get a good CGPA, move on to second year, be assigned to a good place for internship and hopefully, I like it enough to stay in it. Oh, and stay alive. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3. Have you ever thought of committing suicide?&lt;br /&gt;- Back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x4. What would you do if you won the Miss Universe?&lt;br /&gt;- Charity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?.&lt;br /&gt;- My best friends are all girls. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x7. What would be the most ideal way to wake up in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;- Get up with eyes closed, press the snooze button, go back to sleep. &lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt; press the snooze again, then sleep. And &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, press the snooze button. &lt;em&gt;Then back to bed&lt;/em&gt;. Haha! That is how I wake up. Hee! And it's ideal for me. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- Move on in life la, duh! I have someone I loved already anyway. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x9. If you like to act with someone, who will it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Friends and loved ones la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x10. How would you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;- I'll be 29 by then. Wow. o_O Haha. Married, have kids. That's good for me. Oh, have a good job by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x11.Are you happy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;- Kinda. There are its ups and downs. No complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x12. What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;- Food. Doraemon. Eeyore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x13. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;- Hit the snooze button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x14. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x15. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;- Nehh.. Won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x16. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. But knowing me, I'll forget without forgiving first. Shows how much of a spastic I am right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x17. Is there someone who you dislike or despise rite now?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x18. If your girlfriend/boyfriend told you that she/he is actually the prime minister's son/daughter, what would u do?&lt;br /&gt;- What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xI tag:&lt;br /&gt;- Whoever who wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Done. Phew. *wipes sweat* Haha. Today's weather. Soooooo pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SRsHIRUiitI/AAAAAAAAByc/ogQQ9LcE688/s1600-h/DSC05432.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267812027809827538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SRsHIRUiitI/AAAAAAAAByc/ogQQ9LcE688/s320/DSC05432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No editting was done. The sky was really like this! Sooo pretty! Got rainbow some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SRsHb6GG17I/AAAAAAAAByk/pHq4hIWygTs/s1600-h/DSC05430.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267812365172660146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SRsHb6GG17I/AAAAAAAAByk/pHq4hIWygTs/s320/DSC05430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Not clear la. But still? So preeettttyyyyyy!! :D And our house have a new addition to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SRsIabtb8FI/AAAAAAAABys/ANRYLFSODIw/s1600-h/DSC05390.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267813439347880018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SRsIabtb8FI/AAAAAAAABys/ANRYLFSODIw/s320/DSC05390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lighter colour is a female and the darker colour is a male. They still have no names. Yet. Hahaha. I am still thinking of a name for them. They belong to YS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SRsJcafFdUI/AAAAAAAABy0/YaSvcxDcMdk/s1600-h/DSC05425.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267814572890617154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SRsJcafFdUI/AAAAAAAABy0/YaSvcxDcMdk/s320/DSC05425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Soooooo cuteeeeeeee!!! Oh ya. Here is another picture of the hamsters. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SRsJ7lA47kI/AAAAAAAABy8/qwVPUX7Fr_U/s1600-h/DSC05412.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267815108292701762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SRsJ7lA47kI/AAAAAAAABy8/qwVPUX7Fr_U/s320/DSC05412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; OHMYGOD!!!! SO CUTEEEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject I hate the most as of now would be Hospitality Accounts. Stupid subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*editted again on 27 November* -_-&lt;br /&gt;See la! Some of the pictures are gone. ): Stupistupidstupid. One of the "magical" wonders of blogging with pictures from a cybercafe! -_____________- Oh now they're back. -_____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, here are some more update with pictures. I shall blog them on the next entry so the next post is filled with pretty pictures. Yay! Hahaha. See you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-4737356250561705936?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4737356250561705936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=4737356250561705936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4737356250561705936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/4737356250561705936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/editted-twice.html' title='Editted Twice.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SRsHIRUiitI/AAAAAAAAByc/ogQQ9LcE688/s72-c/DSC05432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-1139451792635955844</id><published>2008-10-26T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:09:02.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Anniversary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stuck in MU Net for at least another one and a half hour. Why? Left my house keys in my own house. So since everyone's gone for the weekend, except two other guys, I'm stuck here with my boyfriend. The two guys are st The Curve (I think) watching '10 Reasons I Love My Chicken'. God knows what movie that is but it sure sounds funny. I was all hyped up to do laundry and take a nice shower and watch CSI:New York. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I straightened my hair after two months with curlies. My mommy was not too happy with it already because :&lt;br /&gt;(A) : I don't have the time to wash and apply my hair moisturizer and style it to a very nice 'do.&lt;br /&gt;(B) : I don't know how to style my hair nicely.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. She wants me to get rid of the messy curls which is 'supposedly' starting to look more like how a person's hair would look after rolling out of bed. And I obliged. I miss my wacky big hair but I'm okay with this style albeit a little flat and simple. So yeah. my hair is byebye. T______T Goodbye hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Shiang and I have reached our one year's anniversary and both of us forgot about it because we had a wedding dinner to go to last night. Sigh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;e.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so tired now. Sigh... And a slight headache is starting to form around my right temple. -____- Okay.. I am going to do something more productive that can keep my mind slightly busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-1139451792635955844?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1139451792635955844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=1139451792635955844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1139451792635955844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1139451792635955844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-year-anniversary.html' title='One Year Anniversary.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-1738166384583829821</id><published>2008-10-24T20:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:13:10.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignments, Assignments and More Assignments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As of now, I am starting to officially hate my college life. Already, I have four, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt; bloody assignments to settle. Of all four, I have three that needs to be handed in in week 5 of this semester. Which gives me roughly, what? 9-13 days more. Knnccb. Of the four, two are for English For Communication, one for Hotel Operations And Management and one for Bahasa Malaysia Lanjutan, roughly translated, Pengajian Am 1 and 2. -___________- Uurrrggggghhhh!!!! I hated that subject in Form6 and it doesn't make me hate it any less now. Bahh! However, there is a slight improvement on one of the asssignments. The group assignment for EFC isn't due week 5. But later on. *sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My EFC lecturer seriously underestimates all of us. First she told May and I that a normal printer can be used to print transparencies. BUT, when we did it, the ink WOULDN'T DRY! So we asked her again. She said, 'NO! Transparencies have a special printer. Take it to the shop and print. 50 cents a piece.' Wtf? You think we all so rich now ah? Stupid woman. Then we asked, 'is it okay if we just write on them instead of printing?' To which she replied, 'Cannot! My previous batch wrote and they had SO MANY spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes! I don't want. Go and print.' What. The. Fuck. You think we all wouldn't check properly before we do our bloody presentation is it? And I'm sure there is a noticeable difference between your previous batch and the current ones. We can speak with you IN PROPER ENGLISH. So what makes you think we will make stupid mistakes like these? -_________- And she also thinks we don't know what 'kidnap' means. -_____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aggravating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. I still have to do some research for English's individual assignment/presentation. Will update more about the current going-ons soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people. T___________T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-1738166384583829821?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1738166384583829821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=1738166384583829821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1738166384583829821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/1738166384583829821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/assignments-assignments-and-more.html' title='Assignments, Assignments and More Assignments.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-8520978133197874697</id><published>2008-10-18T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:26:38.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue Soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got my finals result today. I guess I'm glad in a way because, for once, for the first time in my life, I did not failm with an F!! Wahahahahahaha! My fails are only C minuses. Hee! Although it's not a good thing to be happy with failed subjects, I'm still glad though. But, &lt;strong&gt;BUT,&lt;/strong&gt; I have to pay 50 bucks &lt;strong&gt;each&lt;/strong&gt; to resit those papers. T____T Where the hell am I going to get the money, you tell me? Poop out ah? I definitely need to get a part time job. I don't want to burden mommy with giving me another 100 bucks for exam resits. She's already paying my fees, my books, my electric and water bills and other household stuffs. Hopefully if I get a permanent part-time job, I can pay my bills by myself. That's a good thought. Heh. Determination, determination. I have to resit French (C minus) and Introduction To Hospitality Industry, also a C minus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Worst part of this second semester is that I have a subject called Bahasa Malaysia Lanjutan. In Form6, you'd call this Pengajian Am 1 and 2. Now, if I didn't stop Form6 halfway and finished up STPM, I can drop this stoopid subject. -___________- Damn sad. I thought dropping out of Form6 means I wouldn't have to sit for Pengajian Am. Not in a million years. Not in a million light years. But no. I am not stupid. I know regardless of how much I hated Form6, it's definitely easier. Granted, college is hard, but it is much more interesting that Form6. More types of people to do people-watching, the styles and attitudes of people from all over. Interesting. So much more interesting that Form6. However, I do miss wearing the turquoise skirt and plain white kurung top. It is so much more easier to dress in that every morning compared thinking of what to wear in college. Because, everyone will notice what you wear. You wear the same shirt twice, and the thoughts of the people around you would be : why are you wearing that? &lt;em&gt;Again??&lt;/em&gt; Irritating, really. But I have learned not to bother. Why should you care if I'm comfortable? So screw you, you sods. -__- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah well. The guys want to change cc. Will continue later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I have the mood and more things to write about. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-8520978133197874697?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8520978133197874697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=8520978133197874697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8520978133197874697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8520978133197874697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/continue-soon.html' title='Continue Soon.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-3138270296978302356</id><published>2008-10-15T23:32:00.039+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:21:43.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Chefs In The Making.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We received our chef uniforms today. Hee! I so like the checkered patterns on my pants. I hate the shoes though. It is the kind of shoes we see mechanics wear. -__- Although, I must admit, they serve as a very useful weapon. Anybody attacking us or targeting us will be shot at with this wonderfully heavy pair of shoes/boots. Who needs pepper spray when you have such heavy boots? :b Now, all I need to do is wait for Remy to show up and assist me into becoming a chef extraordinaire. Hahahahahahahaha! Who knows? I might have the blood of one of the world's famous chefs. *daydreams with a stupid grin and faraway look* What? A girl can dream okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYOiM41c3I/AAAAAAAABt8/3Z63F5Xvr2w/s1600-h/DSC04757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYOiM41c3I/AAAAAAAABt8/3Z63F5Xvr2w/s320/DSC04757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257405595739583346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not bad huh? I look so clean and white! :b And fair! O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha! :b Here are the rest of our pictures. (: Along with my housemates &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; college mates. :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYR5GZOdTI/AAAAAAAABvs/6Guc1fO0mIQ/s1600-h/DSC04759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYR5GZOdTI/AAAAAAAABvs/6Guc1fO0mIQ/s320/DSC04759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257409287668266290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we have our chief tenant, Xadric Chai. He looks so short.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe he's even shorter than Shiang? And I thought Shiang was short. Hee! Still love you la, bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYRXNNdYqI/AAAAAAAABvc/Sxibo3Qgrcw/s1600-h/DSC04761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYRXNNdYqI/AAAAAAAABvc/Sxibo3Qgrcw/s320/DSC04761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257408705382408866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here we have our household accountant,May! She doesn't like her uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Will show you why in the next few pictures. (:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYRdy30AQI/AAAAAAAABvk/eKnvi_ry1xM/s1600-h/DSC04763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYRdy30AQI/AAAAAAAABvk/eKnvi_ry1xM/s320/DSC04763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257408818571378946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She finally smiles. (: Muahmuah! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYSJ7r3ajI/AAAAAAAABv8/2nFbQvU4tmg/s1600-h/DSC04758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYSJ7r3ajI/AAAAAAAABv8/2nFbQvU4tmg/s320/DSC04758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257409576851434034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here we have the only guy in the house with the thinnest mattress. Poor him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYQnhkS2WI/AAAAAAAABvE/vfSNNw5rvcE/s1600-h/DSC04765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYQnhkS2WI/AAAAAAAABvE/vfSNNw5rvcE/s320/DSC04765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257407886213175650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He somehow has an aversion for sanitation I think.&lt;br /&gt;I think if I find out that the piece of cloth on his head is meant for food purposes, I swear I'd laugh till my stomach drops. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYQbJIC8fI/AAAAAAAABu8/0Sz8LGGg1Ak/s1600-h/DSC04767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYQbJIC8fI/AAAAAAAABu8/0Sz8LGGg1Ak/s320/DSC04767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257407673493811698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Playing around in May's room with our aprons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unflattering la, these uniforms. Makes you look fatter than you are. I still haven't given up hope on Remy. Where are you, my darling Remy? Can you imagine that the fire in kitchen can go up to 400 degrees?! And the materials on this uniforms are so thick! It better be fire-proof. I am damn scared that I might catch a fire on my sleeve or something. Sigh..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYSAdq1PqI/AAAAAAAABv0/J7ynAyWMl7M/s1600-h/DSC04762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYSAdq1PqI/AAAAAAAABv0/J7ynAyWMl7M/s320/DSC04762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257409414175211170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We look so white and clean! Haha!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYQ0IFbamI/AAAAAAAABvM/RbpUrDO_imU/s1600-h/DSC04764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYQ0IFbamI/AAAAAAAABvM/RbpUrDO_imU/s320/DSC04764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257408102711126626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chef Extraordinaire wannabe.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYPea6uq0I/AAAAAAAABus/qG2ILUMeQic/s1600-h/DSC04772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYPea6uq0I/AAAAAAAABus/qG2ILUMeQic/s320/DSC04772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257406630297774914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, all of us. Our chef hats are actually supposed to be tall. Not this short. We didn't unfold it fully. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how we will look like every Monday morning from 8am till 2pm. Sigh.. Hopefully I don't get too many stains on this uniform. You know how some stains should be washed off the minute you get them otherwise they won't come off? I am so darn scared that my beautifully white uniform will be stained all over. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this how my hair looked like yesterday in French. -_- My lecturer gave me a new name, Madame Pompadour. I think that's how you spell it. Hang on, I'll go Wikipedia her.Oh right. He gave me that name because of my hair. Hahahaha! &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madame_Pompadour"&gt;Madame de Pompadour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYXIyIVvdI/AAAAAAAABwE/pKW-4nJN4ew/s1600-h/DSC04735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYXIyIVvdI/AAAAAAAABwE/pKW-4nJN4ew/s320/DSC04735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257415054664777170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My hairstylist and darling, Ang Boon May. (: Muahmuah!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYYH5rIidI/AAAAAAAABwM/PtR_xs8fNyA/s1600-h/DSC04737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYYH5rIidI/AAAAAAAABwM/PtR_xs8fNyA/s320/DSC04737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257416139021519314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My darling as well, Shinshin. (: She and I both have curlies now. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYYWQuOfRI/AAAAAAAABwU/0je80b8UGKM/s1600-h/DSC04739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYYWQuOfRI/AAAAAAAABwU/0je80b8UGKM/s320/DSC04739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257416385726676242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How my hair looked like from behind. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people stared and those Chinese ed students who cannot understand uniqueness were all looking and one of them, while walking past, said,'Wah! what happen to your hair?' And walked off. Please, sarcasm doesn't work on me. Especially YOUR sarcasm. Haha. I had fun anyway. Life's too short to live safely.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYYv5E4MAI/AAAAAAAABwc/JdR5QhovBYM/s1600-h/DSC04741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYYv5E4MAI/AAAAAAAABwc/JdR5QhovBYM/s320/DSC04741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257416826055831554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The end result. Made my curlies curlier. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, meet my three new friends. Irish, Ireland and Dublin. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYaACe1zbI/AAAAAAAABwk/ZWs5DphHCwM/s1600-h/DSC04620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYaACe1zbI/AAAAAAAABwk/ZWs5DphHCwM/s320/DSC04620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257418202970181042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brown : Ireland, White: Irish, Grey: Dublin :D My new rats.&lt;br /&gt;And also, Baby Elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYaXHbWT8I/AAAAAAAABws/BCHF-KBzGdY/s1600-h/DSC04682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYaXHbWT8I/AAAAAAAABws/BCHF-KBzGdY/s320/DSC04682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257418599434702786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The left one is mine and the right is Shinshin's one. They were with us during Food, Ingredients and Basic Cooking Method lecture. May's one is at home. Poor him. ):&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, Baby Bear to the rescue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYaprD5eJI/AAAAAAAABw0/MtpIPNF3sRg/s1600-h/DSC04655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYaprD5eJI/AAAAAAAABw0/MtpIPNF3sRg/s320/DSC04655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257418918237665426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Bear is so sweet, ya? He is May's darling bear. :D And the oldest among the Ikea soft toys. :D He follows May around as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYbn4gCP-I/AAAAAAAABxE/OUeoigZOtO4/s1600-h/DSC04652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYbn4gCP-I/AAAAAAAABxE/OUeoigZOtO4/s320/DSC04652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257419986997231586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See see see?? So cute!&lt;br /&gt;Irish, Ireland, and Dublin are all too small to hang out of the bag. They might fall out. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Irish and Baby Elephant went along to Mid Valley as well. I swear, the KimGary staff at Mid Valley probably thought they had a loony customer there. They were staring when I talked to Irish and Baby Elephant. Naturally, my whole table(May, Shin, Xuan, YS and Xadric) burst into laughter when Xadric mentioned it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYbXJj8D7I/AAAAAAAABw8/s6fMSeS8fvs/s1600-h/DSC04643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYbXJj8D7I/AAAAAAAABw8/s6fMSeS8fvs/s320/DSC04643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257419699519229874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you know the what's funny thing that happened in English class today? Our lecturer, Miss Selvi, decided to make us all do sketches of hotels when they are facing problems that seem unsolvable. So, May's group had to do this sketch where there was a rat in the restaurant and a roach in the spaghetti. So Shin became her daughter, Andrew became dad and husband, and she a wife and mother. It was only natural that Shin became the daughter because she was the petite one in the group. Hence the nickname, la petite. Hee! And she said to her husband, 'I just saw a rat walk!' and Ms. Selvi said, 'Rats don't walk, they run'. Everyone burst into laughter and couldn't stop and Andrew covered up, patted her knee and said,'That's right, dear. Rats run.' Hahahahahahahahaha! :D Dublin was the guest star for their sketch. All three rats follow me around these days. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, all of us went to Tesco to go shopping. We had plentiful fun. Poor May had an accident that day. Thankfully, she's safe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYd4I52pHI/AAAAAAAABxM/n0c8g3oEtmg/s1600-h/DSC04716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYd4I52pHI/AAAAAAAABxM/n0c8g3oEtmg/s320/DSC04716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257422465301652594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Halt! No entry! Violators will be prosecuted.&lt;br /&gt;Survivors will be shot at again. :D Hahahahahaha!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYeABL7jzI/AAAAAAAABxU/YwidvxJNI5U/s1600-h/DSC04717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYeABL7jzI/AAAAAAAABxU/YwidvxJNI5U/s320/DSC04717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257422600668942130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yes, she sat in the trolley the whole way. -_- An aunty was laughing at her and said, 'It's good that all of you are having fun. You're still young. Klu aunty yg buat mcm nie nampak buruk je'. Hahahaha! And we passed by her a couple of times and she kept laughing everytime she saw us!  :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYeRvAM3TI/AAAAAAAABxc/fvyhRAgaPQs/s1600-h/DSC04718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYeRvAM3TI/AAAAAAAABxc/fvyhRAgaPQs/s320/DSC04718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257422905025551666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep. She enjoyed it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! The night where every guy in the house got attacked. :D (Will upload the video when I have more time. (:)&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious! :D And three of them, minus Shiang, were in traffic light colours. Haha. See??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYffbS3qRI/AAAAAAAABxk/DHpG_ffFNyI/s1600-h/DSC04719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYffbS3qRI/AAAAAAAABxk/DHpG_ffFNyI/s320/DSC04719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257424239764941074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xuan just couldn't stop moving. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Shiang was just the innocent bystander happily eating his kuaci until all three guys attacked him and hence, the video above. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYfy-2docI/AAAAAAAABxs/EitEDUV9YqE/s1600-h/DSC04728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYfy-2docI/AAAAAAAABxs/EitEDUV9YqE/s320/DSC04728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257424575726985666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Innocent bystander happily eating his kuaci. You so cute la, wtf. Hahaha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYf86Q2o0I/AAAAAAAABx0/jWR73RGi7Yc/s1600-h/DSC04725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYf86Q2o0I/AAAAAAAABx0/jWR73RGi7Yc/s320/DSC04725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257424746294190914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ngee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! When we went to Ikea on the 4th, Xadric sat in the egg chair and May tried sitting in a tiny basket. -_- And I? I was there to capture everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYghCwLXJI/AAAAAAAABx8/tjKan4vXFOQ/s1600-h/DSC04613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYghCwLXJI/AAAAAAAABx8/tjKan4vXFOQ/s320/DSC04613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257425367048346770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caught in the act #1 : Maymay.&lt;br /&gt;Crime : Trying to fit her tall frame into a short basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYgpwLEYzI/AAAAAAAAByE/ajKTEsOp-q0/s1600-h/DSC04614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYgpwLEYzI/AAAAAAAAByE/ajKTEsOp-q0/s320/DSC04614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257425516679684914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caught In The Act #2 : Xadric Chai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crime : Hiding in an egg chair.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what happened.. say.. 0.3428 seconds later? Scroll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYgw2UZ0QI/AAAAAAAAByM/4x69YOlkeHQ/s1600-h/DSC04615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYgw2UZ0QI/AAAAAAAAByM/4x69YOlkeHQ/s320/DSC04615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257425638588535042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A child came and peek! Hahahahahahaha! This is like, the ultimate picture wei! :D Even her parents were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Hefty updates WITH PICTURES! OHMYGOD. You don't know how happy I am right now. :D Too bad I am still in a CC. Can't wait for the connection to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, to end this post, I present to you, REMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYiE5oACaI/AAAAAAAAByU/dH_u2DVcDj4/s1600-h/ratatoullie_rat_disney_dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYiE5oACaI/AAAAAAAAByU/dH_u2DVcDj4/s320/ratatoullie_rat_disney_dvd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257427082585049506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bye people! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-3138270296978302356?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3138270296978302356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=3138270296978302356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3138270296978302356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3138270296978302356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/future-chefs-in-making.html' title='Future Chefs In The Making.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/SPYOiM41c3I/AAAAAAAABt8/3Z63F5Xvr2w/s72-c/DSC04757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-152556851367829680</id><published>2008-10-14T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:50:53.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got tagged by the Mama again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Tag 8 people.&lt;br /&gt;List them out at the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;Notify them in their cbox that they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;[ If they could really receive blessings, I'll definitely tag more than the limit given ;) ]&lt;br /&gt;People i tagged :&lt;br /&gt;1. Carmen. Haha! I tagged you back! :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;3. May. You better do this to bring your blog back to life.&lt;br /&gt;4. Michele.&lt;br /&gt;5. -&lt;br /&gt;6. -&lt;br /&gt;7. -&lt;br /&gt;8. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;【ヾ(｡ゝω･｡【｡+ﾟMORE｡+ﾟ】｡･ω･｡)ﾉ 】&lt;br /&gt;1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;- Carol? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is more important to you?&lt;br /&gt;- Family, my girls, friends, boyfriend and my pet! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How often do you think of committing suicide?&lt;br /&gt;- Used to think about it alot. What? Did you expect me to count the amount of times I thought of suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends on the situation, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many babies you want?&lt;br /&gt;- 2. Maybe 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;- If, I'm saying IF, there was a sun when it rained, then it's highly possible to catch a glimpse of the rainbow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;- Pass Hotel Management. And French. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's a perfect boyfriend like to you?&lt;br /&gt;- Nobody is perfect. It is how you choose to see. He may not be perfect in other people's eyes, but in yours, he's perfect. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;- Being happy. Sincerely. Without burdens or negative thoughts or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements you wish from the other half?&lt;br /&gt;- Love me for me. (: Trustworthy. Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is there anything you wanna tell the people you hate ?&lt;br /&gt;- Nah. They change from day to day. Besides, I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; people. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;dislike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; them. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What does flying means to you&lt;br /&gt;- In a plane? Good service. (sometimes) Literally in the air? Freedom. Fresh air. Gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep and decent meals instead of junk foods. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who's hotter?Chace Crawford or Kevin Peake?&lt;br /&gt;- Err... Sorry.. Who are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 5 words.&lt;br /&gt;- Sweet. Loving. Wonderful. Stylish. Emo. Aiyah.. Ma, I know your head sure kembang already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What have you done to yourself to make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;- Listen to music. Cigarettes. Sleep. Instant gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If time were to rewind, when will you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;- When I was a baby. Big headed, red-faced albeit adorable and lovable by my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are your fear(s)?&lt;br /&gt;- Roaches. Creepy crawlies. -__- Hate them. Failing exams, resitting papers, repeating whole course or whatever. Losing people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..... The keyboard at Hp pot.Net sucks. Connection sucks. I so prefer MU Net to this. Even though that place has a really annoying cashier, it's so much better than this. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a less than RM10 meal. Feel so glad. Feel healthier already. Took all the clothes to the laundry shop. All in all a bulky 5.7 kilos. Sigh.. RM3 per kilo. Okay la hor? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought staying in this place that has nothing entertaining was bad enough. Today, I find out that the management of the condo has this rule that states that all swimmers must be in proper attire. So May, Shin and I thought that if the boys wear board shorts should be fine la. Mana tau tak boleh. Apparently, board shorts are 'not the proper attire' and Speedos are. Eew. I hate guys in Speedos. So.. yucky. Can see the shape of their.. their.. 'manhood' so clearly. Eew! -__________-  I mean, come on la. How can board shorts not be 'proper attire'?? It dries off quickly, that's a certain AND known fact. Besides, board shorts make guys look good. I think it looks smart if guys do not show off the shape of their thingies. -__________- And they look good! What's more to say? I know my darling looks good in board shorts. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my brains rotting. And I'm bloody agitated with the damn keyboard. It's taking every single ounce of strength in me to not, I repeat NOT, throw the keyboard far far away from me so as to not offend me further. Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's raining. Sigh.. Mr Lim YS very silly-ly switched on the kitchen lights when we told him not to and left it on and forgot to switch it off. We heard the lightbulb (or was it the sparkplug?) burst and got frightened. And now, because of that one stupid move, my room, May's room, OUR TOILET LIGHT, and back of the kitchen where the washing machine is placed lights are all short circuited. Bloody hell. I didn't want to bathe in the toilet before this because there were no lights and the toilet was disgustingly dirty. And then, my darling fixed the lights about a week ago, and YS and I cleaned the bathroom last night and my darling so bravely stuck his hand(wrapped in plastic of course!) into the longkang thingy and picked up all the hair from the previous tenants' heads. It still amazes me that how a group of 20somethings can use a toilet so filthy! Bahh! So now, because of one stupid move, I have no light for tonight. And May's room. And the bathroom. T______________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay. I am going to go googling again. Hee! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-152556851367829680?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/152556851367829680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=152556851367829680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/152556851367829680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/152556851367829680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged_14.html' title='Tagged.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-7225513378870866576</id><published>2008-10-13T04:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T05:20:17.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohmygodohmygodohmygod. OH. MY. GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my heart breaking. Literally. I know who is going to play my wonderful Edward Cullen. Robert Pattinson. And I got over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; heartbreak. *makes face* &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Definitely not.&lt;/span&gt; So anyway, I was wondering why that name was so familiar to me. I googled and found out that he played Cedric Diggory from 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix'. *makes face again and crinkles nose* All the girls, my sister included, went gaga over him. Please. I so do not think he's hot. T_________T And he is going to play Edward Cullen! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;EDWARD CULLEN!!!!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gaspard Ulliel should have been the one to play Edward Cullen. T_________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.. I just watched the trailer. My heart is breaking. I don't want to watch it but at the same time I want to because I really love the book. Sigh... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1GbukZnl1Y"&gt;*click*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, I'd probably say I don't want to watch it now, but 5 minutes later, I'd say I want to watch it. And if it is not up to standard, my heart's going to break all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine Kristen Stewart as a klutz and an accident-prone girl? She looks too tough for it. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And they don't even kiss that long because Edward is very careful with the physical part of their relationship! And they DON'T FLY! Damnit! *stamps foot* They&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; run&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really &lt;/span&gt;fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And no security guard was murdered! And Edward certainly do not climb up trees, for crying out loud! And sweet Jesus, his hand so did not stop and left the dent in the truck that very nearly crushed Bella. His arms encircled her body protectively and his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shoulder&lt;/span&gt; was the one that left the dent in the truck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a really cheesy part in that trailer though. The part where he says 'Say it.' And she says 'vampire'. God.............. Why Robert Pattinson? He doesn't even look remotely close to Edward Cullen! What is the author thinking about? They better not have too many changes in the movie. A few would still be acceptable but not too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why Robert Pattinson????? T________T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-7225513378870866576?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7225513378870866576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=7225513378870866576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7225513378870866576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/7225513378870866576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight.html' title='Twilight.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-8973012517911402458</id><published>2008-10-13T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T04:08:49.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got tagged by mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules and Regulations:&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player writes a little blog of 15 weird or little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who gets tagged needs to state the rule clearly before hand.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to tag and write their names down.&lt;br /&gt;4. No Tags back!!!!&lt;a id="more" name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ermm.. &lt;strike&gt;I love rats.&lt;/strike&gt; Wait. Scratch that. I adore rats! They're so wonderfully adorable! Yay! :D Of course, I still love lots of other animals. A dog, yes. But since I can't have a dog in a condominium, I shall substitute the pet issue with rats. Buahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;2. I am currently in MU Net. It has the bloody MU logo, as in Manchester United logo on the signboard. But, instead of a proper MU logo, it has a computer in the middle. How is that relevant, I am not yet sure. -_-&lt;br /&gt;3. My fingers are aching from not having touched a computer for so long.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have weighed 48kg since Form 1. Nyak!&lt;br /&gt;5. I am currently listening to Busted's 'Losing You'. And now, David Cook's 'Always Be My Baby'.&lt;br /&gt;6. I am short among most friends. Otherwise, I am average. I want to be shorter though.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm slightly hungry.&lt;br /&gt;8. I have short stubby thumbs. I can show pictures if you want.&lt;br /&gt;9. I have never won a thumb war. -_________________-&lt;br /&gt;10. Do I really have to do 5 more facts of weird facts about me? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;11. I have cooking classes. And EVERYONE knows I can't cook for nuts! There is a law that states Carol Anne Ng should never be allowed into a kitchen. -__- Okay.. No such law in the country. But hey, a girl can wish all right? But it does exist in my sister's world. It took me at least 3 months to perfect a fried egg. And I very nearly over-turned a pan of boiling cheese macaroni just because bubbles started popping out at the surface. And.. and.. and... and I put water and egg into the bowl before the powder. I was making pancakes. And I filled the bowl with water before putting the flour in. I know.. Bimbo. Sorryyy... -__________-&lt;br /&gt;12. I am patiently waiting for my hair to grow out. Kinda tired with my curls. Hah. And only a month or two with it. Freak. -__________- Maybe I'll dye it red like Hayley from Paramore. I like that colour. But no, that colour doesn't work with people whose skin isn't fair. I am... Tan? Or just yellow? Sighh... You decide. I hate the colour of my skin. T______T&lt;br /&gt;13. I have a big bum. There. A known fact.&lt;br /&gt;14. I love my best friends, boyfriend, family! :D&lt;br /&gt;15. I miss them all as well. T_____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag ;&lt;br /&gt;1. Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;2. Han Jie&lt;br /&gt;3. Michele&lt;br /&gt;4. Joanne&lt;br /&gt;5. -&lt;br /&gt;6. -&lt;br /&gt;7. -&lt;br /&gt;8. -&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Carmen Mama.&lt;br /&gt;1. The last person who tagged you is&lt;br /&gt;- Carmen. Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What relationship of you with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- She's my mama. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your first impression towards him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- Emo. Quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done to you?&lt;br /&gt;- She tries to make everyone happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will...&lt;br /&gt;- *swoons* no problem. Hahaha! I love her enough to be in. Heh. Ma, wanna try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will...&lt;br /&gt;- Apologise for whatever it is I did wrong. And if that isn't enough, I will beg and grovel on my knees and hold on to her leg. And if that doesn't work, mother, I gladly offer a lifetime of servitude. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on...&lt;br /&gt;- Hrmm.. She seems perfect to me. Heh. Love is blind. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is...&lt;br /&gt;- I annoyed her too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desirable thing to do for he/she is...&lt;br /&gt;- Throw her a surprise party. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think the people around you feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;- Weird? Mentally unstable? Annoying? I think I'm doing just fine. Why don't you tell me? Makes a lot of things easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The character of you like yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;- HUh? This question doesn't really make sense to me. Wait. Okay. I still don't get it. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. In the contrary, the character you hate yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh! I get it now. You mean, 'characteristics'. You dummy. Haha. Hrmm.. I hate it when I feel like I am not doing enough for other important people to me. Come on, people. Give me some credit. The thing I like of myself would be, my retardness. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person to you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;- I want to be whatever or whoever God or Mother Nature intended me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For the person who cares and likes you, say something about them.&lt;br /&gt;- You people must be crazy to care and like a crazy person. Ta-da! Hahahaha! I am just joking. I love you guys to bits and more. I am glad you guys have much patience for me even though I don't deserve it. I will do my best to change for the better. Kisses to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Ten people to tag: (ps : I don't have many people to tag. So all these names are the names of my friends)&lt;br /&gt;- Carmen&lt;br /&gt;- Ayu&lt;br /&gt;- Sofia&lt;br /&gt;- Julie&lt;br /&gt;- Alya&lt;br /&gt;- Shiang&lt;br /&gt;- May&lt;br /&gt;- Xuan&lt;br /&gt;- YS&lt;br /&gt;- Xadric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is number 2 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;- She's single and available. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is number 3 a female or male?&lt;br /&gt;- Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If number 7 and 10 be together would it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;- NOOOO!!! Not a good thing! Hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How about number 5 and 8?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. No way no how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is number 1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;- SAM in Taylor's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. when is the last time you had a chat with them?&lt;br /&gt;- A while. Sigh.. I miss the top 5. Lots. The other 5 I stay with. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is number 4 is single?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Talk something about 2&lt;br /&gt;- Sweet, adorable, cute, pretty, friendly, wonderful friend. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh.......... I'm done. I stayed in my new place for a week already. Went for dinner with Shiang's mom. Went home to see mom. She says I've gone thinner. Now, how is that possible when my butt feels bigger than usual? Class has started. No big issues. My issues concerning cooking are still here though. I hope I don't burn the kitchen down. Sighh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm happy, I am TOO happy. When I'm angry, I'm TOO angry. When I'm sad, I'm TOO sad. You get the idea, right? Balance is a good thing to have in life. Too bad a slightly mentally unstable person like me can't really grasp that concept quickly and properly before she lands herself in deep shit. I've been warned by a good enough friend that if I don't change soon, I'll be hated and friendless. Humans are such complex beings. When you don't show enough feelings or something, they think you're emotionless and boring and dull. And if you don't change that, they'll start hating you and everything. But when you show too much emotions, they start to think you're annoying, Really stupid, you know? Lose-lose situation. When you bitch and gossip too much, they hate. You don't gossip at all, they hate too. God.. I feel like I'm going crazy. Who said showing too much feelings are a bad thing? Everything has it's pros and cons, I guess. My only solution, change. Nothing more, nothing less. T________T I can't undo what I've done- I can only make up for what I've done and move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body/biological clock is so fucked up. I sleep in the early hours of the morning and wake up late afternoons. I slept at 6.30 this morning and woke up at 4.30 this afternoon. Stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rats. People have told me that 'normal' girls don't like rats. Hahaha! I am so not 'normal'. :D *rubs hands gleefully* I have three new rat soft toys. The white one is called 'Irish', the brown one 'Ireland' and they grey one 'Dublin'. I guess my Ireland obsession is starting to rub off on pet toys. I will get a real living breathing rat when everything is stable. Now's hardly the time to have a pet. I can barely feed myself. What more a rat. -_____- I still want to live in Forks, Washington because it is said to be one of the rainiest places in the United States. I love rainy weathers. I really do. Because it makes me sleep easier. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I am going to go find something to do. Tata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-8973012517911402458?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8973012517911402458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=8973012517911402458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8973012517911402458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/8973012517911402458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-2712886356562942195</id><published>2008-10-03T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:14:41.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Session In New Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shiang and I have already moved our mattress, ironing board, iron, computer, chair for the table, bolster, table for May, bedsheets, pillowsheets, blankets, curtains, and God knows what else into the house. Shiang, May, Xadric and I cleaned the house from 9.45 in the night till 3.45 in the bloody morning. Rust stains won't come off from the kitchen floor, algae and God knows what on the wall by the sink cannot be removed, black stains from the balcony cannot be removed, uncountable hairs (be it from legs, pubics, or hair! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eew!&lt;/span&gt;) were swept away, water stains (sap sui) stained my wall leaving them damp. I tell you, our only conclusion about those stains is that the previous tenants had little or no common sense at all to not close their windows or glass door in the balcony. Pffftt! Cellophane tapes were torn off the walls, and the bathroom and cobwebs from the ceiling are yet to be cleaned. The windows in my room are yet to be cleaned as well. One of our housemates was such a 'wonderful' person (note the quotation marks!). She came by, dropped her stuff in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIDDLE OF THE LIVING ROOM!&lt;/span&gt;! It's like she expects us to move her stuff for her or something. Knnccb. Too bad it's Xadric's friend. I can't say anything. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Time to go. I will update on the whole cleaning-condo-session real soon with pictures together. Then you can see the stains for yourself and understand my slightly ripped-off feeling. T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-2712886356562942195?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2712886356562942195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=2712886356562942195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2712886356562942195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/2712886356562942195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/cleaning-session-in-new-home.html' title='Cleaning Session In New Home.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-3089596333132195789</id><published>2008-10-01T05:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:53:07.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIXTH AND IRRATIONAL POST OF THE DAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is too much. 6 posts in a day? In a span of what, 3hours?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is so overrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please tell me it's almost time to go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. I can see it's not. Sigh.... From the looks of the game that's currently going on, they're having indescribable fun hacking enemies up. Hahaha. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dry humour. Humour me la. If you also don't humour me, then there is no hope anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T____________T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh.. Maybe I should just type random things and see how much do I have to type until it's finally time to go home. *yawns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hrmm... What should I type about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's see. Next Monday is the official first day of class and I haven't started packing my room to move to my new place. The packing is horrible, but the procrastination is coming along wonderfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love watching 'Under The Tuscan Sun'. It's a wonderful movie. Someday, I would love to buy a villa in romantic Tuscany. Wahahaha. And hire the descendants of the Roman Gods to do the heavy work. Haha. Or maybe not. I shall ask Lee Han-Shiang to do everything as revenge. Muahahaha. Anyhoos, 'Under The Tuscan Sun' is a lovely movie. I would love to get my hands on that book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of books, I want 'Breaking Dawn'. Anyone feeling up for charity? You can buy the book and donate it to me. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edward Cullen is hothothothothothothothothot!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow, or to be more accurate, later in the day, we're going to go see furniture with Shiang's mom. I want to get a mattress first and then a cupboard. Those are the two most essential things right now. I actually thought of bringing my bed and cupboard there. But then, I thought it through and if I really do bring my bed and cupboard there, what am I going to sleep on during the weekends and where to store my clothes? -___- Sighh... So many things to worry about. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go on a 'gay tour of romantic Tuscany'. Quoted from 'Under The Tuscan Sun'. I can't help it la. Usually when I am in this state, I can only remember movie lines. I have no idea why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! May might be meeting Xadric tomorrow to get our house keys. Heehee! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vin Diesel is hot. My god. The only two men who I think are hot AND bald are Vin Diesel and Daughtry. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go on a holiday. I want to go shopping with my cousins in Singapore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be fatter around the face. I really think my whole body shape is disproportionate. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sounds of Dota are bothering me. I'm feeling an irrational surge of fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IT'S FREAKING 5.32AM IN THE MORNING!!! IS IT TIME TO GO HOME YET???!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I'm seeing a dragon dancing on the computer screen and it is shrieking. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The dragon is shrieking again. Loud noises are starting to bother me. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahahaha. My name comes up in Wikipedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carol"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Johnny Depp is hot. Don't you think? Have you seen one of his old movies? 'Cry Baby'? My god. The script is so darn dramatic. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IT'S 5.44 IN THE FUCKING MORNING. I AM STARTING TO GET PISSED! REALLY! WHO KNOWS IF I MIGHT BE ABLE TO SLEEP OR NOT LATER! SOME MORE HAVE TO GO SEE FURNITURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was watching this movie at Shiang's place the other day called 'Death Warrant'. Main character : Jean-Claude Van Damme. My god. The muscles on that man. It's damn scary. Think Arnold Schwarzenegger and the steroids. *shivers* Too much is too much. Abit of muscles here and there is still okay. Sexy even. But Jean-Claude Van Damme and Arnold Schwarzenegger are just scary. -____- No offence intended to Jean-Claude Van Damme and Arnold Schwarzenegger fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh.. I give up. He says we'll leave in another 10 minutes. He better keep to his word. Bye guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for reading. Tqvm. Kthxbai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;editted&gt;PS : HTML'S FOOLING AROUND WITH ME. AGAIN!! TOO MUCH I TELL YOU! CIS!&lt;/editted&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-3089596333132195789?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3089596333132195789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=3089596333132195789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3089596333132195789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638218422140975082/posts/default/3089596333132195789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/sixth-and-irrational-post-of-day.html' title='SIXTH AND IRRATIONAL POST OF THE DAY.'/><author><name>CarolAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411461520486942083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym7svUDNq6A/S6JP-n63KlI/AAAAAAAADHI/OdKYwerAfEY/S220/DSC030701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638218422140975082.post-7238981100521794195</id><published>2008-10-01T05:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T05:16:18.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifth Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a good thing I'm not staying in my own place tonight otherwise my mommy would totally hate me in the morning. -___- What more I'm moving out right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh... Is it time to go home yet? T___T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the longest time I've spent in a cc. Usually it's 3 hours max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lee Han-Shiang has got alot of making up to do tonight. ALOT. I MEAN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1638218422140975082-7238981100521794195?l=carolannexoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolannexoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7238981100521794195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1638218422140975082&amp;postID=7238981100521794195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/ato
