<?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-3629241266798773703</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:08:35.517+08:00</updated><category term='The Cookie Thief'/><title type='text'>-RENEWED</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-2470243546139673343</id><published>2008-10-03T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:41:55.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I THINK MY LAPTOP IS GOING TO CRASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;RAHH~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Stupid internet also. Lagged since last night! ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make me so sian at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And the whole day was like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Woke up at 10am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Used com till 11am plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Slept till 1am and woke up for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Used com till 2.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Slept till 4.30pm and woke up to bathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Used com till 6pm and ate dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And here I am, using com again. Then, I'll sleep again. &lt;em&gt;Soon, I think?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, my parents don't like me returning home late. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cause they say it's so late, and I'm walking home alone. So it's very dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hmmm, yeah I know they care for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I shall be a good girl and return home early from now on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The feeling is gone.&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/3629241266798773703-2470243546139673343?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2470243546139673343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=2470243546139673343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2470243546139673343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2470243546139673343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-my-laptop-is-going-to-crash.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-2744495261558690222</id><published>2008-10-03T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:09:14.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SOT-eqLEsjI/AAAAAAAAAiI/BWUe8aAScD4/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252602868091105842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SOT-eqLEsjI/AAAAAAAAAiI/BWUe8aAScD4/s200/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Class outing today. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ate at New York New York, then went to Clarke Quay to walk. :D It's a really nice place to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SOT-e0UFhsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/xV7WxaU10PM/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252602870813263554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SOT-e0UFhsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/xV7WxaU10PM/s200/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SOT-fORz3TI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VcPF9Gw9pGM/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252602877783039282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SOT-fORz3TI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VcPF9Gw9pGM/s200/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hmm, don't feel like typing so much.&lt;br /&gt;In a &lt;em&gt;I-really-really-don't-know-what-to-do kind&lt;/em&gt; of mood. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-2744495261558690222?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2744495261558690222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=2744495261558690222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2744495261558690222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2744495261558690222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/10/class-outing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SOT-eqLEsjI/AAAAAAAAAiI/BWUe8aAScD4/s72-c/DSC00250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-2979156124552353046</id><published>2008-10-02T09:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:48:07.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SOQiRUrpZ6I/AAAAAAAAAhw/m8oc4JY4Geo/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252360746425739170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SOQiRUrpZ6I/AAAAAAAAAhw/m8oc4JY4Geo/s200/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SOQiRpOtQVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ruHJ1dQ_Gm0/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252360751941501266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SOQiRpOtQVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ruHJ1dQ_Gm0/s200/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sleptover at Dorothy's house on Tuesday night! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On Tuesday, went over to Expo around 5pm to look for Dorothy as she was working there. Ate dinner with her and walked around and waited till 10.30pm for her shift to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Raining that night, so they delayed and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, we missed the bus from the MRT to her house. Ended up walking to her house, and reached there around 1am. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YinChow called in the morning to ask if we were going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Met him at SunPlaza for lunch and we went to Queenstown, cause I wanted to buy FBT.&lt;br /&gt;Walked and walked. Everyone was so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat this snowice thing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SOQiRuKI9TI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4Ne8KxsRksI/s1600-h/DSC00243.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252360753264522546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SOQiRuKI9TI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4Ne8KxsRksI/s200/DSC00243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus back and slept the journey. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, and came out again for dinner at Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;Ate claypot rice and 豆花. And, it's really really nice. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then drove around to see the prostitutes. LOL! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So many Bangala over there searching for their needs. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging is weird.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very tired right now, although I just work up :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;D.E.A.D&lt;br /&gt;Irritating people spoiling my mood early in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A.T.T.I.T.U.D.E. P.R.O.B.L.E.M.&lt;br /&gt;Is it you or me? RAHH~&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/3629241266798773703-2979156124552353046?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2979156124552353046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=2979156124552353046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2979156124552353046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2979156124552353046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleptover-at-dorothys-house-on-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SOQiRUrpZ6I/AAAAAAAAAhw/m8oc4JY4Geo/s72-c/DSC00234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-8220663311113122366</id><published>2008-09-29T22:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:09:37.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went to Serangoon Garden to eat just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the journey was so &lt;em&gt;malu&lt;/em&gt; lah! Cause Andre told me to alight after seeing Shell Petrol Station. But when I saw Caltex, I pressed the bell! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Then when I saw the bus stop, I knew it was the wrong one. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I think it's quite obvious that I was the one who pressed the bell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Andre at the bus stop then went to eat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SODpSVkppDI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Oljw6bgnpqc/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251453666751783986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SODpSVkppDI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Oljw6bgnpqc/s200/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate Hokkien Mee + Char Kuay Teow+ Carrot Cake+ Satay! :D&lt;br /&gt;Plus a cup of Sugarcane juice! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good food makes people happy! :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is my&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;first&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time going to Serangoon! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;So, we walked around that place since I don't know anything about there. And, the Cold Storage there is really nice!&lt;br /&gt;Parquet flooring somemore sia.&lt;br /&gt;Rich people 就是 rich people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we bus-ed and train-ed to Clarke Quay. hee, it's the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; time I went to Clarke Quay also! HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SODpSjywayI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/vPlQEqWQnHQ/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251453670569044770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SODpSjywayI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/vPlQEqWQnHQ/s200/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SODpTpD3goI/AAAAAAAAAho/32jmFmD9gjY/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251453689162859138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SODpTpD3goI/AAAAAAAAAho/32jmFmD9gjY/s200/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SODpShEZ2wI/AAAAAAAAAhY/U9E4kDyjHc4/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251453669837757186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SODpShEZ2wI/AAAAAAAAAhY/U9E4kDyjHc4/s200/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SODpTMufQWI/AAAAAAAAAhg/dmeAacUS6n4/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251453681556996450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SODpTMufQWI/AAAAAAAAAhg/dmeAacUS6n4/s200/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night scene there is really really nice! :D &lt;em&gt;Couples &lt;strong&gt;must must must&lt;/strong&gt; go there!&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around that place. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Walked pass one pub, then they were showing some jokes there.&lt;br /&gt;Caught one of the joke, and I was laughing like mad! HAHAHAH! It's really really funny. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to thank Andre &lt;em&gt;the tourguide&lt;/em&gt;. If not, I don't think I can see so many nice places. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, realised there're many places that I've not been to before.&lt;br /&gt;Next one that I really really want to go is &lt;strong&gt;Holland Village&lt;/strong&gt;. I want to go to the windmill!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you give me one chance to tell you how I was feeling.&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/3629241266798773703-8220663311113122366?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8220663311113122366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=8220663311113122366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8220663311113122366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8220663311113122366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/went-to-serangoon-garden-to-eat-just.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SODpSVkppDI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Oljw6bgnpqc/s72-c/DSC00227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-2355704898353283402</id><published>2008-09-29T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:24:30.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Something really really &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; happened just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Went out for lunch with my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then while walking back at the carpark, something suddenly poked my feet. I thought it was some twig or what so I didn't bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But when I took the next step, my feet felt pain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;KNOW WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A TOOTHPICK IS STUCKED IN MY FOOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top part of the toothpick only lah.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But stupid right? Pain loh! ._. Also don't know how the toothpick get stucked. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heng my skin thick lah!&lt;/em&gt; =x HAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-2355704898353283402?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2355704898353283402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=2355704898353283402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2355704898353283402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2355704898353283402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-really-really-stupid-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-6889959161229589920</id><published>2008-09-28T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:18:18.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SN9mzsAzDzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/IwIYXKzDcI0/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251028728711155506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SN9mzsAzDzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/IwIYXKzDcI0/s200/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This is my brother's work. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUPER CUTE I TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Let me type out what he's written. Anyway, this is supposed to be his newspaper article homework. He did the one on China's milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote:&lt;br /&gt;I felt scared that all of us will die.&lt;br /&gt;Why do they have to put chemical.&lt;br /&gt;All the food they gave us are poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;They put a lot of melamine.&lt;br /&gt;We should never eat China food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Funny right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :DD I laughed like mad while reading. =x&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! Very &lt;em&gt;kid-like&lt;/em&gt; kind of work. Sound very innocent also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I think it's very cute!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next week is a more interesting week! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything will be fun!! :D&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/3629241266798773703-6889959161229589920?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/6889959161229589920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=6889959161229589920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6889959161229589920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6889959161229589920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-my-brothers-work.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SN9mzsAzDzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/IwIYXKzDcI0/s72-c/DSC00225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-8027858047191688292</id><published>2008-09-26T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:09:36.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At TTSH currenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kind of shocked that they have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:wireless@SG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wireless@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; here. Cause they didn't have it at another side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOL, but still, the wireless is super super lag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just a short post. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While buying food just now, the person at the stall was a lady from China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And know what she asked me? She asked me if I were from China or not. ._."'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not trying to imply anything here, but yeah, I think you understand. Which part of me looks like a China person?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I shall go and watch my show now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Since there's nothing much interesting to do online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-8027858047191688292?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8027858047191688292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=8027858047191688292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8027858047191688292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8027858047191688292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-ttsh-currenly.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-7649554482012768390</id><published>2008-09-25T10:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:32:25.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xto-5v1eD-w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xto-5v1eD-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Find this theme song and lyrics really really nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;The show that I'm watching now. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all the 古装戏 always like that de.&lt;br /&gt;The people who love each other can never be together. :(&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/3629241266798773703-7649554482012768390?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/7649554482012768390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=7649554482012768390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/7649554482012768390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/7649554482012768390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-313731378956365832</id><published>2008-09-24T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:35:00.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow, I just feel that I've wronged someone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe, there wasn't right or wrong in the first place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm the dumb one, pointing my finger at you saying how wrong you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I finally saw, my three other fingers pointing back at me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For some things that you've lost, you have to work doubly hard to get it back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought you were the one who was supposed to do so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now, I know I'm the one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is everything too late?&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/3629241266798773703-313731378956365832?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/313731378956365832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=313731378956365832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/313731378956365832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/313731378956365832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/somehow-i-just-feel-that-ive-wronged.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-8114144549699255417</id><published>2008-09-21T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:03:36.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARMEN IS VERY HAPPY NOW! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Want to know why? Cause I found this online! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;There're actually people selling them online. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNZZurARBPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/M-UgODf_qL4/s1600-h/02500-6cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248481074099586290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNZZurARBPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/M-UgODf_qL4/s200/02500-6cm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then after searching for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, finally found a shop selling the mickey hand, and another shop selling the body! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;$5 each. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;heh, kind of expensive? But come to think of it, it's kind of reasonable cause I like it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, now I'm searching for this keychain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNZZu19N6xI/AAAAAAAAAg4/2nj8edIj--g/s1600-h/4904790974199_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248481077039590162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNZZu19N6xI/AAAAAAAAAg4/2nj8edIj--g/s200/4904790974199_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black ghost (2nd one on the last row).&lt;br /&gt;So cute right? It's name is called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bomb Boo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, and it's a character from Mario :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHAH, I only knew it until now. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searched many blogshops but still can't find.&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, hope I can find it soon! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;RL has many many IQ questions for me to answer! :D&lt;/em&gt;&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/3629241266798773703-8114144549699255417?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8114144549699255417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=8114144549699255417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8114144549699255417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8114144549699255417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/carmen-is-very-happy-now-d-hee.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNZZurARBPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/M-UgODf_qL4/s72-c/02500-6cm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-5404198253850129599</id><published>2008-09-19T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:48:44.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叫别人看开的人，是我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;以为看开是一件很容易的事，也是我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;可是，最看不开的人，就是我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-5404198253850129599?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/5404198253850129599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=5404198253850129599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5404198253850129599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5404198253850129599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/d.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-8290990975353545165</id><published>2008-09-19T09:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:22:04.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Met Geraldine at Lot1 yesterday. Cause she wanted to buy some clothes and see her friend.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH, but then she didn't manage to buy anything. Lot1 is kind of pathetic when it comes to shopping. =X HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, was searching online for those Mickey Mouse Glove keychain. Cause I saw people having it before, the stuff-toy-type of keychain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, I don't know where they got it from. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Found this online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNMGaJDL_II/AAAAAAAAAgo/qEoWHvxgR70/s1600-h/mickeymouse.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247545036992412802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNMGaJDL_II/AAAAAAAAAgo/qEoWHvxgR70/s200/mickeymouse.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks so nice right? It's a product of Swarovski, but they already stopped it's production. Nevermind. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Lot1's arcade yesterday, saw this machine with the Mickey Mouse Glove that I like! :D&lt;br /&gt;The pants also looked very cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;The hat also not bad lah. hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNMGFcrp_GI/AAAAAAAAAgI/6340I4e6vas/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247544681485171810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNMGFcrp_GI/AAAAAAAAAgI/6340I4e6vas/s200/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I like all the Mickey Mouse stuff, while Geraldine likes the Donald Duck one. So we tried catching for it.&lt;br /&gt;But you know lah, those kind of machine is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hard to catch de. But both of us spent $3 on that. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, anyone knows where they sell the Mickey Mouse Glove keychain? If you know, can you please tell me? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause I think even if I spend $100 on that machine I still can't catch it loh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, met ph at CCK MRT and we train-ed to Bugis to meet Andre for steamboat. :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;And right, Andre is super crap lah! Eat that time keep laughing and laughing loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about the steamboat: &lt;strong&gt;Their meatball is very nice lah!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Same standard as the one my house buys. :D&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA! But their sotongball is kind of &lt;em&gt;no standard&lt;/em&gt;. hahahah. =x&lt;br /&gt;So I think 3/4 of my stomach is actually filled with meatball. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished eating around 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures taken. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNMGFtS40pI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/7GZmTM7I5-g/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247544685944689298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNMGFtS40pI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/7GZmTM7I5-g/s200/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNMGFARJW-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/_XVDviHhQp4/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247544673857788898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNMGFARJW-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/_XVDviHhQp4/s200/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNMGF8ZwHBI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uCG2WHsZpy4/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247544690000010258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNMGF8ZwHBI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uCG2WHsZpy4/s200/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNMGGMchPfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gdK6SxkRyaA/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247544694306586098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNMGGMchPfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gdK6SxkRyaA/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After eating, we went to Mac and both of them ate ice-cream. Sat and talked till about 11pm and we train-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 12midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and felt very tired. &lt;em&gt;Like always.&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just too bad.&lt;br /&gt;The appreciation is not needed, I guess.&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/3629241266798773703-8290990975353545165?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8290990975353545165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=8290990975353545165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8290990975353545165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8290990975353545165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/met-geraldine-at-lot1-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNMGaJDL_II/AAAAAAAAAgo/qEoWHvxgR70/s72-c/mickeymouse.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-8536051228456622150</id><published>2008-09-17T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:20:27.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARMEN! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm finally seventeen!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/strong&gt; Unfortunately, I'm still as &lt;em&gt;short&lt;/em&gt; as ever. HAHAHAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But, I've grown cleverer already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Know why? Cause I don't waste one of my birthday wish, wishing for myself to grow taller! HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I want to thank you people for the birthday wishes, birthday cards and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS LOTS! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So happy&lt;/strong&gt; last night, that I wasn't able to fall asleep at first. HAHAHAH, keep smiling to myself. LOL! &lt;em&gt;Okay, I know I sound very sick. hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNEKB-o3qhI/AAAAAAAAAfI/awyxC7w_JJo/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246986069973903890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNEKB-o3qhI/AAAAAAAAAfI/awyxC7w_JJo/s200/DSC00197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went out in the afternoon to have lunch with MeiChen at Changi Airport, then Dorothy came and joined us. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked aimlessly until about 4.30pm and we went home, while Dorothy went to church. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7pm, went out with my family for dinner at SAF Yatch Club, cause my sister said their Fish Head Curry is nice. :D hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;Ate crab and other stuffs also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heh, seem to be always eating crab. lol, also don't know why. It's like, we've eaten that for 3 times within this 2-3months. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;HIGH CHOLESTEROL! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNELI7KEI0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/OsoyjOw7F5Y/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246987288810103618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNELI7KEI0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/OsoyjOw7F5Y/s200/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNEKCvsMQRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qXs6sFtyDso/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246986083141173522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNEKCvsMQRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qXs6sFtyDso/s200/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNEKCw8EqxI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_5CplLTkmhE/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246986083476220690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNEKCw8EqxI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_5CplLTkmhE/s200/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNEKCKCdwYI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/yjNpzF7QtfA/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246986073034047874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNEKCKCdwYI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/yjNpzF7QtfA/s200/DSC00205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNELJLBaGiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/xvbvpH1IaU0/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246987293068761634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNELJLBaGiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/xvbvpH1IaU0/s200/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, my birthday cake! :D hahahah! Tiramisu one. :D &lt;em&gt;hahahah, cause I requested that. =x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNELJcLBs0I/AAAAAAAAAf4/wO4OwU9l8Z0/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246987297672508226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNELJcLBs0I/AAAAAAAAAf4/wO4OwU9l8Z0/s200/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hmmm, my birthday's ending soon! In 1hour and 50mins time.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is like a jigsaw.&lt;br /&gt;We have to be different before we can fit perfectly together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You this dumbo, you just don't realise anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-8536051228456622150?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8536051228456622150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=8536051228456622150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8536051228456622150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8536051228456622150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-carmen-d-lalala-im.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SNEKB-o3qhI/AAAAAAAAAfI/awyxC7w_JJo/s72-c/DSC00197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-7831945384188494440</id><published>2008-09-16T09:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:20:56.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Let me start blogging from Sunday, so it'll be a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; long &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; post. :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, met MeiChen and went to Taka just for Joy to sign on our timesheets, if not we cannot get our pay! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8XyRgi2xI/AAAAAAAAAew/kQkwaaNTwq8/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246438243370720018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8XyRgi2xI/AAAAAAAAAew/kQkwaaNTwq8/s200/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought ice-cream and ate while waiting for her, cause they were having &lt;em&gt;Buy-1-Get-1-Free&lt;/em&gt; Promotion. And, the ice-cream is nice!&lt;br /&gt;I ate Biscotti and she ate Cherry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8Xx8SXCAI/AAAAAAAAAeg/zc9xs4yzphs/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246438237674080258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8Xx8SXCAI/AAAAAAAAAeg/zc9xs4yzphs/s200/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8XyGbDARI/AAAAAAAAAeo/liXZd4p99W0/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246438240394871058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8XyGbDARI/AAAAAAAAAeo/liXZd4p99W0/s200/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met MeiChen again around 9.45pm, and headed to Dorothy's house. :D hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;Heard from Dor that 859 can reach her house, and since that bus came first, we took that bus. &lt;em&gt;heh, and you know lah, my sense of direction&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHA! So we ended up calling dor for help! hahaha! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Reached her house at 10plus. Chatted for a while and went down to play. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played for a while and the wind is so strong. :( Keep blowing out our candles. :((&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to a coffeeshop to eat, then went back to play again! :D This time, the wind wasn't really that strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the pictures! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8V8cY69lI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hxsXIxFF5sA/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246436219066971730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8V8cY69lI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hxsXIxFF5sA/s200/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8V8n8rWRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jYTX1gJz_OU/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246436222169733394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8V8n8rWRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jYTX1gJz_OU/s200/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8V9RH_NZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/5iegYFfBOg0/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246436233223026066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8V9RH_NZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/5iegYFfBOg0/s200/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8V84_H4jI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KZ-e3usAvaI/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246436226743394866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8V84_H4jI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KZ-e3usAvaI/s200/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pictures with the smiley face candles. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8TbY0yAtI/AAAAAAAAAdg/1YA4kzHd-O4/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246433452151145170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8TbY0yAtI/AAAAAAAAAdg/1YA4kzHd-O4/s200/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8TbC9w8MI/AAAAAAAAAdY/YasdO9TTQKs/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246433446283243714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8TbC9w8MI/AAAAAAAAAdY/YasdO9TTQKs/s200/DSC00618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures with the stairs with candles. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8Tb1kdaKI/AAAAAAAAAdw/PNQpzCeM9fA/s1600-h/DSC00637.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246433459867314338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8Tb1kdaKI/AAAAAAAAAdw/PNQpzCeM9fA/s200/DSC00637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8Tbs3DTgI/AAAAAAAAAdo/tQj561PEtfk/s1600-h/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246433457529376258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8Tbs3DTgI/AAAAAAAAAdo/tQj561PEtfk/s200/DSC00635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picures with the heart-shaped candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8RrGBViDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/I8tLKcwEXgU/s1600-h/DSC00682.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246431522958182450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8RrGBViDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/I8tLKcwEXgU/s200/DSC00682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8RquULEBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/z31YyEebKnE/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246431516594737170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8RquULEBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/z31YyEebKnE/s200/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8RrZQwMnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FGuF2MN0dSw/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246431528123118194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8RrZQwMnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FGuF2MN0dSw/s200/DSC00683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8V8L5VPCI/AAAAAAAAAd4/YcW_-XzbbJc/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246436214639508514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8V8L5VPCI/AAAAAAAAAd4/YcW_-XzbbJc/s200/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures with the candles on the metal bar. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8PFH7I1CI/AAAAAAAAAcg/AjQ5TxAqBhU/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246428671610770466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8PFH7I1CI/AAAAAAAAAcg/AjQ5TxAqBhU/s200/DSC00655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8PE2wQrKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/TzYMYQQx1jc/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246428667001744546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8PE2wQrKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/TzYMYQQx1jc/s200/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8PFlXi2NI/AAAAAAAAAcw/-P0VkH8_ufY/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246428679514544338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8PFlXi2NI/AAAAAAAAAcw/-P0VkH8_ufY/s200/DSC00668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8PFbvD8pI/AAAAAAAAAco/v_jagOjB6LY/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246428676928828050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8PFbvD8pI/AAAAAAAAAco/v_jagOjB6LY/s200/DSC00657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the bottom left picture on top?&lt;br /&gt;It's super funny lah taking that picture!&lt;br /&gt;Cause we wanted to have the &lt;em&gt;light-on-our-heads &lt;/em&gt;kind of effect. But, when we were taking that picture, suddenly there's a strong wind and blew out most of the candles! ._.&lt;br /&gt;So diao can?!?! So the one above is a successful one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last picture of the day. :D&lt;br /&gt;Super dumb. hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8Xyw81T_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/A54aN9WrDOg/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246438251810869234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8Xyw81T_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/A54aN9WrDOg/s200/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celebrated until very happy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahahah, play and laughed like mad. =X And it's so late already.&lt;br /&gt;Heng no one scolded us. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished playing around 2am. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Dorothy's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted and used com until 4.15pm and both of them became sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because my &lt;em&gt;'sleeping time'&lt;/em&gt; is over, then felt more energetic. hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep at&lt;em&gt; don't-know-what-time&lt;/em&gt;, then woke up around 5am because I was shivering! LOL! Super cold lah! Then cannot really sleep after that. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natural insulation aren't really effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;MeiChen woke up after that shivering also! hahahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Dorothy's house around 7am for breakfast. Then both of them went home to sleep, while I went to meet my mum at Chinatown. :D&lt;br /&gt;Train-ed back to Woodlands and took 963 to HarbourFront. Wanted to sleep the whole journey, but I cannot sleep when it's around Pending. Cause it's very cold again! &lt;em&gt;Felt so tired, but cannot fall asleep.&lt;/em&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;Whole bus journey lasted around 1.5hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bus reached there, I was really shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I cannot see any MRT tracks!&lt;/strong&gt; Then I was thinking "Come here so long, then in the end no MRT for me to take. ._."&lt;br /&gt;But, I suddenly saw a board leading to the MRT station! :D hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;And, there's no MRT tracks cause the MRT station is underground. =X hahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO DUMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't late when I met my mum! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Everything ended around 2.30pm and we went Subway to eat! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, finally can eat my Peanut Butter Cookies and White Chip Macadamia Nut Cookies! :DD&lt;br /&gt;It's super super sweet, like always. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8Rrp5VvtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LzDX_O3Uqww/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246431532588318418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8Rrp5VvtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LzDX_O3Uqww/s200/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called and woke MeiChen up. =X Cause we need to go to International Plaza to hand in the timesheets for our pay.&lt;br /&gt;Train-ed there and did all the admin stuffs and all.&lt;br /&gt;Then MeiChen went to eat her &lt;em&gt;lunch+dinner&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train-ed home after that.&lt;br /&gt;Slept a while on the train. Then suddenly, I pulled back my right hand, and shocked MeiChen. =X&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! Cause I had a very stupid dream.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm very scared of snails, and I dreamt that everyone had to catch a snail. And when it was my turn to catch it, I pulled back my hand.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a stupid and childish dream~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paiseh, cause I didn't know if I shocked the stranger that was sitting beside me. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY~&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 6.30pm. Slept after bathing at around 7pm, and woke up this morning around 8.45am.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! I finally had a good rest! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I had a super stupid dream again. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When will you turn back to notice and appreciate my presence?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the time when you'll do that, I'm not there anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/3629241266798773703-7831945384188494440?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/7831945384188494440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=7831945384188494440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/7831945384188494440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/7831945384188494440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-me-start-blogging-from-sunday-so.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SM8XyRgi2xI/AAAAAAAAAew/kQkwaaNTwq8/s72-c/DSC00611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-3256242645822739547</id><published>2008-09-13T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:37:37.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cookie Thief'/><title type='text'>The Cookie Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cookie Thief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Valerie Cox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was waiting at an airport one night,&lt;br /&gt;With several long hours before her flight.&lt;br /&gt;She hunted for a book in the airport shop,&lt;br /&gt;Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was engrossed in her book, but happened to see,&lt;br /&gt;That the man beside her, as bold as could be,&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between,&lt;br /&gt;Which she tried to ignore, to avoid a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read, munched cookies, and watched the clock,&lt;br /&gt;As the gutsy "cookie thief!" diminished her stock.&lt;br /&gt;She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I'd blacken his eye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each cookie she took, he took one too.&lt;br /&gt;When only one was left, she wondered what he'd do.&lt;br /&gt;With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh,&lt;br /&gt;He took the last cookie and broke it in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He offered her half, as he ate the other.&lt;br /&gt;She snatched it from him and thought, "Oh brother,&lt;br /&gt;This guy has some nerve, and he's also rude,&lt;br /&gt;Why, he didn't even show any gratitude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had never known when she had been so galled,&lt;br /&gt;And sighed with relief when her flight was called.&lt;br /&gt;She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate,&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to look back at the "thieving ingrate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She boarded the plane and sank in her seat,&lt;br /&gt;Then sought her book, which was almost complete.&lt;br /&gt;As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise:&lt;br /&gt;There were her cookies in front of her eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If mine are here," she moaned with despair,&lt;br /&gt;"Then the others were his and he tried to share!"&lt;br /&gt;Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,&lt;br /&gt;That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief! &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/3629241266798773703-3256242645822739547?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3256242645822739547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=3256242645822739547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3256242645822739547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3256242645822739547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/cookie-thief-by-valerie-cox-woman-was.html' title='The Cookie Thief'/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-3331780412555732259</id><published>2008-09-12T11:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:14:47.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMnmq_P5YwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2xi9Vmq95TI/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244976867256656642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMnmq_P5YwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2xi9Vmq95TI/s200/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Blood test just now.&lt;br /&gt;Super pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Cause she was looking for my vein on my left hand, the part opposite the elbow. &lt;em&gt;Don't know what's that called. =X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she search and press, then search for the vein on my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;I think my vein all too small. ._.&lt;br /&gt;So must poke at the part opposite the side of my palm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know what's that called again. -Refer to picture and you'll know-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after she poked the needle in, she was like pulling it slightly in and out, searching for my vein. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Haix, I think I can never donate blood loh. :(&lt;br /&gt;The needle is like 5 to 10 times thinner than the donate blood needle, and yet still cannot find any vein to poke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Causeway.&lt;br /&gt;My mum wanted to help me buy the Kappa jacket that I liked. But I told her not to, cause I think not really worth it loh. $129 for a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;The money can use for other more useful things. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, coffee shake from MOS Burger is nice! :D&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's very sweet! hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hmmm, I want to eat Peanut Butter Cookies from Subway, but not all Subway has it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the hat that I like from ESPRIT is really gone le. :(&lt;br /&gt;Forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-3331780412555732259?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3331780412555732259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=3331780412555732259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3331780412555732259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3331780412555732259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/blood-test-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMnmq_P5YwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2xi9Vmq95TI/s72-c/DSC00149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-1739626322793825877</id><published>2008-09-11T23:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:38:56.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMk-zLkCxII/AAAAAAAAAb4/jNhngRz7fv4/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244792290047870082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMk-zLkCxII/AAAAAAAAAb4/jNhngRz7fv4/s200/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMk7_uzF-_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/6izJBKGYqRI/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244789207129783282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMk7_uzF-_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/6izJBKGYqRI/s200/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMk7_QgIZbI/AAAAAAAAAbY/zgTEX5TnQcU/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244789198997185970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMk7_QgIZbI/AAAAAAAAAbY/zgTEX5TnQcU/s200/DSC00139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMk8AAu5PYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/MlwKdzzkwXk/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244789211944009090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMk8AAu5PYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/MlwKdzzkwXk/s200/DSC00141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to PS and United Square with MeiChen and Dorothy! :D&lt;br /&gt;And they spent so much money! HOR! =X&lt;br /&gt;I only spend $5. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to 新天地 and saw this super cute money! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMk7-9IYPdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/YUD-XrawFx0/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244789193797287378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMk7-9IYPdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/YUD-XrawFx0/s200/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute right?&lt;br /&gt;All monkeys are cute! Like eSai, Kapo, Bape, etc. muahahah.&lt;br /&gt;But it's kind of like waste of money? Buy and display. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting now!&lt;br /&gt;Not because I've become a Muslim, but I'm having blood test tml. Went out and almost forgot about it. =X hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;heng just now the water I drank was before 10pm, cause my fasting starts at that time. :D&lt;br /&gt;lalala~ don't want say what I'm testing for. =x Want kaypo then ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my family has lots of illnesses that it will highly likely be passed down. Haix, so I'll enjoy life when I still can. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol, should not say such things, later people know I will die young then dont want me. LOL! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M A CHEERFUL BUT PESSIMISTIC PERSON! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is not a contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Mid Autumn Festival. :D&lt;br /&gt;Will be celebrating with MeiChen &amp;amp; Dorothy &amp;amp; don't know who after my work.&lt;br /&gt;Ton at Dorothy's house and talk till morning after playing. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!!! heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I forgot when was the last time I held a lantern and played candles. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I want go Lot1 buy mai ya tang and eat! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to eat that stick of honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to eat Hokkaido Ice Cream and Island Creamery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I want to drink the very sweet Almond Milkshake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I want to go eat Subway at Railway Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you'll rmb. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder, how much of me do you actually know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Or maybe, how much of me do you want to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-1739626322793825877?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1739626322793825877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=1739626322793825877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1739626322793825877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1739626322793825877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/went-to-ps-and-united-square-with.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMk-zLkCxII/AAAAAAAAAb4/jNhngRz7fv4/s72-c/DSC00144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-3704147262989259802</id><published>2008-09-11T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:13:09.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just a short little post for the day. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After work, ate KFC Buddy Meal with MeiChen. &lt;em&gt;lol, so fattening. =x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Half-ed everything in the meal. hahahah! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went to Bugis after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bought a envelope-like bag and a pair of shorts. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAHAHA, and now, my wallet is empty. Only left with coins that don't even add up to a dollar. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Met WeiQian, cause we knew that she's working there. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WHEN WILL I GET MY PAY?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel so broke lah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My pay for the roadshows isn't here yet! &lt;em&gt;And I haven't filled in the form for the first roadshow, later no pay. =x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My ez-link card doesn't have money also. :( Don't feel like asking money from my dad cause I'm working, although he's supposed to pay for my transport fare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;heh, so I'll only travel by bus from now on. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lalala~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Poor people feel happy all the time, except the time when they open their wallet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAHAHAHA! &lt;em&gt;lame.&lt;/em&gt; ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Current Mood: HAPPY &amp;amp; flying! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ohhyah, forgot to add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today while I was working, I went to the toilet. &lt;em&gt;lol, this sentence sounds lame and stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then when I pushed open the door of a cubicle, there's someone inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL! SHOCKED ME LAH!&lt;/strong&gt; ._. &lt;em&gt;I think she's more shocked than me. HAHAHAH! =x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't understand why people don't like locking the doors when they are in the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please make full use of great inventions! ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-3704147262989259802?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3704147262989259802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=3704147262989259802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3704147262989259802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3704147262989259802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-short-little-post-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-1085962913173557912</id><published>2008-09-09T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:19:11.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMaRTK95dOI/AAAAAAAAAbA/4tgdicZ6HXo/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244038574667035874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMaRTK95dOI/AAAAAAAAAbA/4tgdicZ6HXo/s400/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract art. HAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the stickers used to stick the board at our booth at Taka. Then from the other side, it looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was giving out the flyers and I looked at it, then the left side of it looks like a side view of a man. RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! So nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and dad came to bring me back today. :D&lt;br /&gt;At first they didn't want to come because ytd my dad says Taka is safe, so he won't bring me back. But, he said I'm working morning shift tml, so they came. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, and my dad is super funny lah! Cause we were talking about my job, and I was saying about those sickening Team Leaders and Managers from NTUC.&lt;br /&gt;Then my father told me, next time if anyone scolds or says me, just rmb their name. HAHAHA, then he will come to that particular NTUC and go find fault with their products. So he can go complain and complain, then can scold the person who scolded me. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Customers are always right. :D&lt;br /&gt;His tone is super funny lah! I hear le keep laughing. :DD&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's my dad, 他说得出，做得到。:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised, I'm like sot sot whenever my shift starts or ends.&lt;br /&gt;Always will have very funny things happening, that will make me laugh like mad.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When reality seems so perfect, I start to doubt if everything is real.&lt;br /&gt;It just feels right, with you.&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/3629241266798773703-1085962913173557912?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1085962913173557912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-1907469126380532002</id><published>2008-09-09T11:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:31:39.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/d4Tu27PEJF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/d4Tu27PEJF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ronan Keating- When you said nothing at all&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word, you can light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may I could never explain&lt;br /&gt;What I hear when you don't say a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best.. when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long I can hear people talking out loud&lt;br /&gt;But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd (the crowd)&lt;br /&gt;Try as they may they can never define&lt;br /&gt;What's been said between your heart and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best.. when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best.. when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;(You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;The truth in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Let's me know that you need me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-1907469126380532002?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1907469126380532002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=1907469126380532002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1907469126380532002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1907469126380532002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-amazing-how-you-can-speak-right-to.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-895754798726717432</id><published>2008-09-08T22:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:26:29.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still prefer blogskins with a dark background. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMU6gPL6JtI/AAAAAAAAAao/iy_WtEv4u0s/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243661666649515730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMU6gPL6JtI/AAAAAAAAAao/iy_WtEv4u0s/s200/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked at Hougang Point today. And this was what I drew. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Very bored over there. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dad and mum came to bring me home. :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Serangoon, and I think they ate dinner for the second time. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/33wUl20Tb0/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/33wUl20Tb0/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/chikalove1/video/fTQIl8kS/charmaine_sheh_forensic_heroes_2_subtheme_music_video/"&gt;forensic heroes 2 subtheme - charmaine sheh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished watching Forensic Heroes 2 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;The song above is the subtheme song for the show, but there's only part of it.&lt;br /&gt;The last two episodes are so sad. Had lots of tears in my eyes watching them. :(&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I know it's just a show, such things won't happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm starting on a new drama called 爸爸闭翳.&lt;br /&gt;My sis told me this show is extremely nice and she cried like mad watching it. It's those type that you will cry until your tears can wet your whole face. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Let me comment when I've finished watching. :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate shows with bad endings.&lt;br /&gt;But, I find shows with good endings too unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, I don't know what I want. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will there be more of today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-895754798726717432?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/895754798726717432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=895754798726717432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/895754798726717432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/895754798726717432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-still-prefer-blogskins-with-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMU6gPL6JtI/AAAAAAAAAao/iy_WtEv4u0s/s72-c/DSC00129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-1254998590662696158</id><published>2008-09-07T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:20:53.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Worked at Tampines today, and it's super super super bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I was like &lt;strong&gt;stoning&lt;/strong&gt; there for 6hours. And I stand until I want to sleep already. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMPuqwU8-JI/AAAAAAAAAag/R3Wi2ifnZ3w/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243296809484089490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMPuqwU8-JI/AAAAAAAAAag/R3Wi2ifnZ3w/s200/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture I took yesterday while working. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This just shows how bored I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was closing the booth and wanted to bring out the tray to wash and throw de rubbish, suddenly an uncle stopped me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;LOL, I think he's the security if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;He kept asking me to walk by the back door or something. Then he thought the bag of rubbish is something that I stole. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Until I wanted to open and show him it's rubbish, then he believed me. ._."'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson to learn: Only enter NTUC at Tampines Mall as a customer, if not there's full of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Team Leader wasn't on shift today! :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my dad fetched me home again. :D:D:D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat dinner, but he ate already. So I was the only one eating. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm always eating at such late hours, I think I'm going to become a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fat &lt;/span&gt;fat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pig&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Love the feeling of someone fetching me home, not because of the time. But rather, it makes me feel that I have company and feel safer. hahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-1254998590662696158?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1254998590662696158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=1254998590662696158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1254998590662696158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1254998590662696158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/worked-at-tampines-today-and-its-super.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SMPuqwU8-JI/AAAAAAAAAag/R3Wi2ifnZ3w/s72-c/DSC00121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-8470300578749641046</id><published>2008-09-06T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:43:29.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Working today was quite fun. :D hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Because, InterContinental's booth is right beside us, and GoodWood Park's booth is like 2metres away from ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then, one of the girls from GoodWood Park got hao gan for the guy from InterContinental. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAHAHA! So funny lah! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then the girl asked her friend to ask the guy for his number. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, she knew the guy's name, school, course, hp number, etc. But then, she quite paiseh also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After that, she went over to the guy's booth pretending to sample every one of the different type of mooncakes, and she even bought one box from him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAHAHA, I see her super funny lah! Cause she very shy. hahaha. Don't know if the guy knows a not. hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Also don't know why the girl likes him. Love at first sight? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cause today is the first day she saw him. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SKIP SKIP SKIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;About 9.55pm, I finished packing everything. Then suddenly, one couple came saying that they wants to buy the mooncake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then, there's not enough in the booth, so I have to go to the store to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SUPER SUAY LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The box is right inside and it's at the most bottom. ._. I see le, totally sian diao can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There's two stacks of 7 to 8 boxes, and I've to pull out the trolley first. And, the trolley is so heavy loh! Asked people to help me pull out. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then,on top of the 7 to 8 boxes, there's 5 stacks of samples on top, and there's 2 boxes of tea on it. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LOL! They thought I so tall meh. Take down that time still need tip toe. =x HAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Somemore so heavy. Bring down I also scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But it ended well. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It was raining, but my dad fetched me home. Had dinner with him first at Bukit Timah Market. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First time having dinner on the day when I worked. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Only when I didn't see you, then I realised how much I missed you.&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/3629241266798773703-8470300578749641046?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-8741665201860046489</id><published>2008-09-06T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:53:08.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Q8b3t39_mR/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Q8b3t39_mR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Loretta Chow- You Are My Angel (Once Upon A Time)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;Archangel in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Made a cover every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;The angel loved me so&lt;br /&gt;It'a miracle&lt;br /&gt;In the snow, my heart won't be cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear&lt;br /&gt;You are my angel&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you know&lt;br /&gt;Something should be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear&lt;br /&gt;You are my angel&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where you go&lt;br /&gt;I will prance behind your flow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-repeat-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;My angel gave me life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-8741665201860046489?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8741665201860046489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=8741665201860046489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8741665201860046489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8741665201860046489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/loretta-chow-you-are-my-angel-once-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-8132727479662348547</id><published>2008-09-06T09:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:07:38.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vYjXqGWqmE/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vYjXqGWqmE/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Avril Lavigne- Innocence&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up I see that everything is ok&lt;br /&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so great!&lt;br /&gt;Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed&lt;br /&gt;I think about the little things that make life great&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;br /&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay&lt;br /&gt;This moment is perfect, please don't go away&lt;br /&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a place so safe, not a single tear&lt;br /&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so clear&lt;br /&gt;Feel calm I belong, I'm so happy here&lt;br /&gt;It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;br /&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay&lt;br /&gt;This moment is perfect, please don't go away&lt;br /&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the state of bliss you think you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the state of bliss you think you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliant, it makes you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliant, please don't go away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay&lt;br /&gt;This moment is perfect, please don't go away&lt;br /&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-8132727479662348547?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8132727479662348547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=8132727479662348547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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my rest day, but then Michael called me when I just woke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lol, he called my house phone. ._. So weird, because the last time people called my house phone was like, Sec2? lol.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that one guy who was supposed to work in the morning shift at Bukit Timah Plaza was sick. So asked one of us to take over.&lt;br /&gt;MeiChen uniform wasn't dry yet, so I took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When the bus was at Bukit Timah Shopping Centre, it started to pour. I was like, super sian by the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because it was raining when I went home last night. Used the umbrella and forgot to keep it in the bag. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LOL, and it was raining heavily. Wanted to wait for the rain to become smaller, but it didn't. ._. Instead, the rain became heavier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Waited about 5more mins until I feel that it's the smallest the rain can get, then crossed over. lol, have to cross the overhead bridge and walk quite a distance before reaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reached there, cannot find the key to the booth. Asked the staffs in the office, and they were like so pekcek. Early morning talk in that tone. He not sian, I hear le also sian lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because, I returned the key to the chief cashier that worked in the night shift last Saturday. And she wasn't there, so the key was 'missing'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, the sick guy had to come down just to pass me the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Feel so bad lah. It's like, he's sick and he came down to pass me the key. And, I thought he'll have the black black face. But then, he looked very dead and sick. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Somemore, he kept thanking me. lol, I was actually prepared to get scolded by him lah. Then when he thanked me, I was like omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because in a way, it's like my fault. I was the one who passed the other key to the chief cashier, and now that one is missing, and he had to come down to pass me the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then when his friend took over, saw how he gave out the flyers. It's like, you can see the sincerity in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmm, maybe he and his friend look too scary that's why people don't dare to buy from him? LOL. Cause both of them are very tall and quite big size, somemore, they have the very fierce face. Like those &lt;em&gt;want-to-fight&lt;/em&gt; face. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Try scolding them and you know you'll be dead for sure. =x hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;heh, but of course, that's my first impression of them lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I know, it' wrong again. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, will be working for the whole day tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Helping out in a roadshow at Jurong from 10.30am to 3pm. Then have to rush down to Thomson Plaza at 4pm. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't know where is the Jurong place. Joy said it's JTC Summit, and my sis told me is the tall tall building. Hope I can find it bah. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LOL, and seriously, I hope that it's not those high-class and extremely secured building, with all those tapping cards thing. ._. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A &lt;em&gt;suaku&lt;/em&gt; like me, will not know what to do. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Absence makes the heart grows founder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, feel like celebrating Mid Autumn Festival this year. Maybe it's because I'm selling mooncakes so I'm like, quite enthu about it? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But, I'll be working till 10pm at Tampines that night. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyone free to spend the last one or two hours of Mid Autumn with me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol, what a weird question.&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/3629241266798773703-4743387651483614784?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/4743387651483614784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=4743387651483614784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/4743387651483614784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/4743387651483614784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-supposed-to-be-my-rest-day.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-4776481353566873896</id><published>2008-09-03T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:18:31.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MeiChen and I delivered mooncakes to Orchard Grand Court today.&lt;br /&gt;Walked from Taka to Far East that side just to look for a taxi stand. LOL, and I realised there's a taxi stand at the second level of Taka when Joy told me to meet her there during late morning. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid loh. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Walked so far. Waste time and energy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time working morning shift. Felt very tired. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;After work, MeiChen and I walked around the central and bought some mooncakes.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures of the mooncake and box:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SL58KY3JUwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JFMlMoAcCN4/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241763534220120834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SL58KY3JUwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JFMlMoAcCN4/s200/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SL58LQqFN_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/fymCsshKGLs/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241763549197711346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SL58LQqFN_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/fymCsshKGLs/s200/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SL58uj3q-lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/H-YtXDmVpOM/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241764155650406994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SL58uj3q-lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/H-YtXDmVpOM/s200/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SL58K5MOmOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/IVZXPIwfBLA/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241763542898481378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SL58K5MOmOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/IVZXPIwfBLA/s200/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SL58LL6SqLI/AAAAAAAAAaI/EXxCEw7Csns/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241763547923523762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SL58LL6SqLI/AAAAAAAAAaI/EXxCEw7Csns/s200/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SL58Ku00MJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ge5ZJT5iMPM/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241763540115927186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SL58Ku00MJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ge5ZJT5iMPM/s200/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Looks nice right? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us shared and bought a box. :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One box of eight costs $45, which is about my one day's pay. :(&lt;br /&gt;But then, I think that it's really worth the money, cause the flavours are really unique! :DD&lt;br /&gt;There's Brandied Cherry, Rum &amp;amp; Rasin, Pink Champagne and Single Malt Whisky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I prefer the Single Malt Whisky. :D&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's the fragrance of the malt, which is like the smell of beer. But, it's not as smelly as beer. =x hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these mooncakes, is my first treat for my family. :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Glad that Mid Autumn Festival is only once a year. hahaha, because mooncakes are sooooo YUMMY! :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know it's super fattening. But then, I don't eat to live. I live to eat. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3629241266798773703-4776481353566873896?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/4776481353566873896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=4776481353566873896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/4776481353566873896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/4776481353566873896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/09/meichen-and-i-delivered-mooncakes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SL58KY3JUwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JFMlMoAcCN4/s72-c/DSC00113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-696816926845982264</id><published>2008-09-02T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:18:27.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Typed and deleted what I've typed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Words just don't bring out the feelings that you're having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Somehow, I feel that many things do not need to be typed out to be remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's when you realised something, it makes it memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just enough to lock it in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hmm, I shouldn't be typing so much now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Working the morning shift tomorrow, and have to reach 45mins earlier to deliver some mooncakes. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I guess, that's the magic of the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Because, there's always two sides for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But, we often fail to see the other one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-8436176926476345302</id><published>2008-08-31T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:58:09.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Today's a sad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why, just feels sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So out of the many many sad things today, let me reveal one of them, which is my job. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I guess, I'm really a very&lt;strong&gt; bad&lt;/strong&gt; promoter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I know the problem lies with me and not with the location because MeiChen is able to sell about 2 to 3 boxes in the early shift. &lt;em&gt;Yeah, no more excuses for myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Although I managed to sell three boxes ytd, but the reason is probably Joy is there. And out of the three, only one is the one that I handled the customer myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;For the other two, I intro intro them to the mooncakes, and they were interested. Then Joy took over. &lt;em&gt;I guess the results won't be the same if she wasn't there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Then today, Joy's manager came, and he managed to sell two boxes within like 15-30mins. I don't know why, but the way he spoke makes people feels so reassured and it's like you can trust his words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And, I managed to sell only one box, and it's during the time when he's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sold one mooncake when he wasn't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Haix. It's like, I can only sell when Joy or her manager is there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also don't know why. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And everytime, Joy will call me around 5pm and ask me about the sales. And every single time, I haven't sold anything yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really feel very bad. I'm like taking my pay, but I didn't carry out my job well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;They taught me how to promote, how to do this and that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And everytime, all I can do is to nod my head, to show that I understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But what I know is that, they want me to prove my understanding by showing them. Letting the sales increase, and not just to nod my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm really trying my best, but I don't know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe, I'm not trying hard enough. There's always room for improvement right? And it's really time to improve right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to be a useless promoter taking pay for nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And there's this stupid Team Leader today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;There's the tray letting people to sample food, and I placed one container on top for people to throw their used toothpicks. Then he walked pass and asked what was that, so I told him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Then, he said it's so unhygenic to put it there, as it might topple over. So, he asked me to take out the bin for people to throw the toothpick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But I remembered MeiChen telling me that other outlets actually disallow that. So I asked him again, and he said that I can put it outside, and so I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And he ended of with something like, "Can you do things in a more professional way?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So I was like *rolls eyes*, since he's not professional enough talk to me about doing things in a professional way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See him Team Leader. Okay, don't say anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Then he came back. When he saw the rubbish bag placed at the side of the booth, he said something like, "This is worse. Why did you put this here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Then I said, "But you told me to put it out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;He said, "I mean the bin, the plastic one, not this plastic bag. Every promoter has it." *Points to some other unknown places*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And now, I'm like very ._. already. Stop assuming okay? If I have a bin will I not take it out? Then you asked me to take out the bin, then I took out but you say it's worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Okay, 我忍你. Because I'm working, and I'm in a post lower than you. Cannot quarrel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So, I decided to not have any bins anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But he's so idiotic lah, keep walking over to my booth. I think he purposely wants to pick any mistake of mine and scold me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAHHHHH~! STUPID OLD MAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Feeling very emotional today. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I teared the journey back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'll be better after a sleep, I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;GoodNight everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-8436176926476345302?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8436176926476345302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=8436176926476345302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8436176926476345302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8436176926476345302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-sad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-5577967541553558444</id><published>2008-08-29T08:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:13:10.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SLdL9t1P6RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1OcEbVO69mc/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239740215115901202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SLdL9t1P6RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1OcEbVO69mc/s320/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Blogging chunks and chunks of words again. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Starting work later. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And, I'm scared of the exchanging for pass and stuffs again. ._. Especially at NUTC, the previous experience was terrible, waited and waited for so long. Ended up waiting for about 30mins just to deposit $5 for their pass. ._.'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Okay, but for Friday's and Saturday's location, I think we've to wear the apron and cap. ._.'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cause Thomson Plaza and Bukit Timah Plaza is NTUC Fairprice Finest. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think I'll look like a retarded retard wearing that. ._.''' &lt;em&gt;Retarded retard, what good use of adjectives and nouns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And so, I think I'll reach home about 11pm to 12midnight every day which I'm working. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Start work late of course end late lah!&lt;/em&gt; Okay, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope the packing and stuffs won't delay. If not, I think I'll be half dead when I reach home. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let me fast forward to 14th September, which is the Mid Autumn Festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Will end work at about 10.30pm if it doesn't delay. So when I reach home, I think it'll be after 12midnight since it's on a Sunday and it's not Mid Autumn Festival anymore. :(:( Hope that the moon will be visible to me on that night. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, I want to carry lantern! Those using candles one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Okay, I know I'm childish.&lt;/em&gt; But it's been years since I held one. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This also means, I'll be jobless once again. ._.'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And 15Sept also means the release of results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hope that by that time that I'm ready to use the computer, the results are already released.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But, I'm scared~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ahhhh, nevermind.&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/3629241266798773703-5577967541553558444?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/5577967541553558444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=5577967541553558444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5577967541553558444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5577967541553558444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/blogging-chunks-and-chunks-of-words.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SLdL9t1P6RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1OcEbVO69mc/s72-c/DSC00107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-5603177978112452882</id><published>2008-08-28T17:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:31:10.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;我觉得自己像个大白痴！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Work today started in a really terrible way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Glad thing was that I managed to find the MAS building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So when I entered, there's something like a barricade(?) and I have to tap a card before I can enter. And of course, I don't have one, so I approached the security. And, he asked me to go to the counter at the loading and unloading bay to exchange for a pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And he tapped open the door, and I have to open another door before I can reach that counter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay, so when I reached there. I waited for a while then exchanged my IC for the pass. So I went back to the same door, but this time I have to tap the card before the door can be unlocked. And the stupid thing is, there's like two machines, one with the number buttons and the other one looks like the tapping one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So I tried tapping, but it doesn't work. Then the person behind tapped his card. lol, it's the machine is the one with the number buttons. There's a scanner at the buttons. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then, I entered that door, and &lt;strong&gt;there're three other doors&lt;/strong&gt;! And of course, I forgot which one is the one back to the main lobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, I anyhow entered one door, and I went to the loading and unloading lift. It's alright, so I entered and press 30th storey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT, the button didn't light and I cannot go to that level as I need to ask the security to open that level for me. ._."'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Took the lift to the first floor again, managed to find the main lobby and entered the lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, the staffs there will have to tap their card before they can choose the level they want to go to. But when I tried to press 30th storey again, the button still doesn't light up. Feeling very ._."' already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So I tapped my card, but I still cannot select 30th storey! Then there's this kind guy who tapped his card and press 30th storey for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REALLY REALLY HAVE TO THANK HIM LOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And of course, I did thank him when he did that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Because the other people in the lift don't even bother to help, or didn't even tell me what to do when I cannot click that level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELFISH RICH PEOPLE! 有钱了不起 is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Reached at 8.45am and the stock was supposed to arrive at that time, but it didn't. There's a jam outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My partner, Benjamin, reached at 9.30am. And the goods reached about 15mins later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then, the working staffs came. Managed to sell only &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; box. ._."' So sian right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Because our competitors were Mariott, Raffles Hotel, Inter continental, etc. All those hotels with many many stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And the staffs there are so rich, who will want to buy ours? And of course, Raffles Hotel had queues and queues of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ate lots of the mooncake. hahaha, then when it was around the time for closing, Raffles Hotel had some leftover samples and they offered to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We tried it, and we were like "WHOA!". Okay, it's really really really good can. It's so soft and omg. Beyond words. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then, when we packed all our mooncakes into the box, someone approached us and bought two boxes from us! :D Cause our mooncake is halal while the others are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then she intro the mooncake to her other friend, and she bought two boxes from us too! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPER SUPER HAPPY! hahaha! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOLD A TOTAL OF FIVE BOXES! :DD&lt;/span&gt; hahaha, very not bad le okay. hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ohhyah, forgot to talk about Benjamin. He's a nice person! :D hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And he's studying in HwaChong JC. OMG LAH! No wonder his english is so good! And he says, he doesn't know how to speak Singlish. ._."'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can you believe that? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And his reason for working is that he donated his allowance to charity and he doesn't have money anymore! hahaha, so funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alright, that's all. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And, White Lotus Mooncake is nice! :D hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WANT TO LOOK FOR TIRAMITSU MOONCAKE! But, I think it will be super ex. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-5603177978112452882?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/5603177978112452882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=5603177978112452882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5603177978112452882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5603177978112452882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/work-today-started-in-really-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-1464584400478166042</id><published>2008-08-27T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:33:49.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Joy called me today, and asked me to work for the roadshow tml. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, Joy is the in-charge for the roadshows, and &lt;strong&gt;she's super super good&lt;/strong&gt;! :D:D &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEERS FOR HER! Give her 10stars/5stars! hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmmm, so I'll have to report at MAS, which is at Tanjong Pagar, at 8.45am. &lt;em&gt;Wahh, so early!&lt;/em&gt; hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And of course, I don't know where is it! hahaha. Hope I won't get lost. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Will be working till 3pm. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hope that the sales tml will be good! And, nothing goes wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Most importantly, hope that my partner, Benjamin will be a nice person! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All I know is that he's a very ang mor type of person. His english is like WHOA! Okay, chicken and duck talking to each other. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, I bought two pairs of shoes today! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One for work. Hope that I won't wear till I have blisters, casue it's those covered shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I didn't bite it, so maybe it will bite me. lol. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-1464584400478166042?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1464584400478166042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=1464584400478166042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1464584400478166042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1464584400478166042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/joy-called-me-today-and-asked-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-638153574422100398</id><published>2008-08-27T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:36:14.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SLSdffF_weI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WghEJcsd5aI/s1600-h/i_miss_you_by_spiked_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238985430786884066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SLSdffF_weI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WghEJcsd5aI/s400/i_miss_you_by_spiked_heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I have no pictures to upload. :(&lt;br /&gt;So I've just found one on the Internet, which looks really nice to me. :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;A simple picture, which brought out the intended meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I realised the meaning of distant. I'll have a deeper understand of it later, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;This is when you'll start doubting the phrase "Treat others like how you want them to treat you."&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's the time to say "Forget it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since talking so much doesn't make a difference, what for continue?&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best way to show your love to others, is to love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Because, only when you're fine and well, your loved ones will not be worried about you.&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/3629241266798773703-638153574422100398?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/638153574422100398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=638153574422100398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/638153574422100398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/638153574422100398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-no-pictures-to-upload.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SLSdffF_weI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WghEJcsd5aI/s72-c/i_miss_you_by_spiked_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-1921265969186560256</id><published>2008-08-25T20:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:11:22.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmm, in a good mood currently. :D hahaha, cause I just ate my dinner, and we had steamboat for dinner! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hahaha, quite funny actually. Because we usually have steamboat for some occassions, except for reunion dinner. Weird right? hahaha, want to know de reason why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Long story actually. There was once we wanted to have steamboat, but suddenly, it blacked out. So they say it's inauspicious, and we didn't ate steamboat during reunion dinner since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay, back to what I wanted to say. I found a job! :D hahaha. Will be working from 29August to 14Sept. MeiChen took the morning shift and I took the afternoon one. :D And this is my schedule. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ohhyah, forgot to mention. we'll be promoting mooncakes! :D Brand is Chui Xiang Ting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day ---&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Location&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Monday -- Hougang Fairprice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuesday -- Takashimaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wednesday -- Takashimaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thursday -- -Rest Day- :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friday -- Thomson Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saturday -- Bukit Timah Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunday -- Tampines Fairprice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tues, Wed - 3.30pm to 10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mon, Fri - 4pm to 9.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sat, Sun - 3.30pm to 10.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hee, have to start searching for directions already. The only one I know is Tampines. hahaha! And I know Bukit Timah Plaza is near NP, just that I'm not sure where is it and I don't know where to alight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;:( Taka I think I know where, just that I seldom go there. And for Hougang and Thomson, is like huh? ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Took 169 back home. And so lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I didn't know where to alight. hahaha! Ended up taking till Woodlands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's the good thing about buses. They'll end at a MRT station. hahaha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-1921265969186560256?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1921265969186560256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=1921265969186560256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1921265969186560256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1921265969186560256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmm-in-good-mood-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-6225681283815746628</id><published>2008-08-23T09:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:30:23.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Holidays are boring. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It has only started and yet, I'm feeling this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I thought I will look forward to holidays, but I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;People tend to look at big things, and forgot about small little ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But when the time comes, they then realise that those small little things that they've overlooked, are more important than the big ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Because, it's the small things that make up the big picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yeah, I'm refering to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It just rained in the morning, and the rain just makes people feel so sad. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Especially when rainbows don't appear after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Coming to rainbows, it's been like very very very long since I last saw one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Okay, so random. So I shall end my post here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is what I call, abrupt ending. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Joke of the day: I'm already starting to miss him. lol, crap right? That's why it's the joke of the day. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna grow old with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna die lying in your arms &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be there for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharing everything you do&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/3629241266798773703-6225681283815746628?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/6225681283815746628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=6225681283815746628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6225681283815746628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6225681283815746628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/holidays-are-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-2266377169520762971</id><published>2008-08-20T08:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:50:31.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm feeling very lazy to even blog. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;STUDY AT CHANGI AIRPORT YESTERDAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hahaha, and of course, we did most of the things except studying. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;talk and talk and talk. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Please refer to Heidi's blog for the pictures. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I feel lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Then dinner at Popeyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And don't know why, we start talking until those things, those floating things. You know? On top got head, but below no legs de. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Okay, talk until I got super scared lah! Then don't know why T3 is so cold! ._."'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Then when I was taking the bus, an i_d___ sat in front of me! Then there's de jasmine smell. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Firstly, I HATE that smell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Secondly, those things like that smell right? Wahh~! Heng got people sit beside me after that. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Slept on the bus, but when I woke up. I don't really know where I am, until the bus reached Yishun. Decided not to take till Woodlands, so I alighted at a busstop that I can walk home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Walking through the park at night is really nice, especially the breeze. Makes you feel very carefree. :D Just that some parts of the park seems creepy. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Then, when I reached my block, I saw something following me! STUPID CAT! SCARE ME LAH! I thought it was following me, then I just stand there, stunned! Because the cats in my neighbourhood likes to follow people and enter the lift. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-2266377169520762971?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2266377169520762971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=2266377169520762971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2266377169520762971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2266377169520762971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-feeling-very-lazy-to-even-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-1937892865099352530</id><published>2008-08-18T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:21:26.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Went to watch CO concert yesterday. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YINCHOW, I THINK THE CONCERT IS NICE!!! :D:D hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maybe it's the theme that I really like, which is disney. hahaha, and the lightings are really really nice! I was like "whoa!". hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKlnyY5s2lI/AAAAAAAAAZY/9PzdqgTsrAU/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235830157170498130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKlnyY5s2lI/AAAAAAAAAZY/9PzdqgTsrAU/s200/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKlnx8TUDMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZXxx8vZRy3s/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235830149493296322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKlnx8TUDMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZXxx8vZRy3s/s200/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I don't like asking myself questions, because I really don't know how to anwer myself. I don't know what I want, I don't know what to do. I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ahhhh, forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;When you cannot find a solution to a problem, just don't bother and run away from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I know it's not the best solution, but to me, it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;甜的吃，苦的也吃。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-1937892865099352530?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1937892865099352530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-4463079462094775110</id><published>2008-08-16T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:38:38.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Went jogging in the evening with my younger sister and my brother at Woodlands Stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Some pictures after jogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;hahaha, realise I seem to be taking many pictures recently. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKbcW6u-Y4I/AAAAAAAAAY4/QGcxtPeueQk/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235113903146296194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKbcW6u-Y4I/AAAAAAAAAY4/QGcxtPeueQk/s200/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKbcXd4MS4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/YycNRN5J3_E/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235113912580197250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKbcXd4MS4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/YycNRN5J3_E/s200/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKbcXkTfmJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/L5kMtUnoaZo/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235113914305321106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKbcXkTfmJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/L5kMtUnoaZo/s200/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha, pretty obvious that the pictures are taken in the toilet. lol. =x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix, my stamina is still as bad. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's so damn hurting. :(&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/3629241266798773703-4463079462094775110?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/4463079462094775110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=4463079462094775110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/4463079462094775110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NEWYORK NEWYORK ytd! :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's extremely nice and filling! hahahaha! Compared to Fish&amp;amp;Co, it's really soooo much better! I mean in the sense that, they have a wide variety of nice food. But Fish&amp;amp;Co isn't that bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway, just that this is better. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKYivgEvBSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/So3YE1YtNro/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234909816323769634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKYivgEvBSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/So3YE1YtNro/s200/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKYixgJyowI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ln28w75JGtw/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234909850704716546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKYixgJyowI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ln28w75JGtw/s200/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKYixfkrb_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/DwAnZa4Zl_s/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234909850549055474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKYixfkrb_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/DwAnZa4Zl_s/s200/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKYixHYfEoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/W60gDTfYVTk/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234909844055462530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKYixHYfEoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/W60gDTfYVTk/s200/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKYix8tDm3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/XK0iStTnfMw/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234909858368822130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SKYix8tDm3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/XK0iStTnfMw/s200/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;See that plate there? Doesn't it look really nice? omgomgomg. hahaha. But their drink is VERY SWEET! lol, they think that my blood sugar level is low. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay, I realised there's nothing more I can write. lol? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, nothing about studies can be interesting. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhyah, I just remembered, I don't know my left and right really well.&lt;br /&gt;Ytd afternoon, we were playing Pokemon for a while, then Amelia told me "Go to the left, go to the left." Then I was like "Okay", but I was moving towards the right, until I noticed her blur face then I knew that I was going the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;Then at night, Wesley was doing the IT thing, then he asked me about the questions. And one of them was to go to a particular website to do some research. Then I told him smt like "At the right of the search bar..." Then he was like, "Huh? Where is it? Are we on the same website?" Then I sent him the link, explain and explain the right hand side thing. Until I suddenly realised, that's the left! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay, so lame so lame. ._. Maybe that's why my sense of direction isn't good, or rather, my sense of direction is really bad! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看伤心 不能痊愈&lt;br /&gt;我始终相信 爱你的勇气&lt;br /&gt;明明说好是两个人一起去的旅行&lt;br /&gt;怎么剩下我一个人 欣赏孤寂&lt;br /&gt;看伤心 慢慢痊愈&lt;br /&gt;我会好好的 安慰我自己&lt;br /&gt;宁愿相信你只是突然改变了决定&lt;br /&gt;去了另一个 美丽城市&lt;br /&gt;也等着我入境&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感情太美 还没心理准备&lt;br /&gt;友情太甜 又变得太暧昧&lt;br /&gt;我爱你 太强烈 我该往后退&lt;br /&gt;爱情的底限 也许我不该跨越&lt;br /&gt;我爱你 太遥远 我还学不会&lt;br /&gt;爱情的界线 我站在边缘&lt;br /&gt;朋友是最好定位&lt;br /&gt;情人关系太多变&lt;br /&gt;不想把你当敌人去防备&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-4496448911717622163?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;她让你憔悴许多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;她让你不知所措&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;她一举一动你不停的对我说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我微笑倾听你说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我却越听越心痛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;怎么你说的不是我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;她比我多了什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;让你愿意耐心等候&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我想知道她让你痴心是什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我想知道她让你疯狂为什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我知道做的和她没有不同&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但是我 却不在你的心中 逗留&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我想知道她哪里比我好很多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;在你心中她和我有什么不同&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我知道我比她付出的还多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;可是我 总换不了你的 心动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你让我憔悴很多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你让我不知所措&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你一举一动我的心被牵着走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;她不经意的走过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你就把我给冷落&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;嫉妒把我给吞没&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;她比我多了什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;让你愿意耐心等候&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我想知道她让你痴心是什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我想知道她让你疯狂为什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我知道做的和她没有不同&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但是我 却不在你的心中 逗留&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我想知道她哪里比我好很多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;在你心中她和我有什么不同&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我知道我比她付出的还多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;可是我 总换不了你的 心动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我知道了她哪里比我好更多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;在你心中我永远不可能会让你心动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我知道我比她付出的还多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;可是我在你心中没有她多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-4670640243709493649?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/4670640243709493649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=4670640243709493649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/4670640243709493649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/4670640243709493649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/zhi-dao-claire-guo-jing.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-7961113921412170426</id><published>2008-08-12T10:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:14:09.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thought of something on the bus journey to school. &lt;em&gt;hahaha, bus journey again. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How many small little kind deeds done by others are actually noticed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And, how many of those noticed kind deeds are actually appreciated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And, how many of those appreciated kind deeds are made known to the person who did that kind act?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Doesnt' this sound like the InfoTech excel function? Nested If. lol. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Unfortunately, as the question goes down, the percentage seems to be decreasing and decreasing. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lol, I know it's a little crap here, because the percentage cannot be increasing. If it can, means something is wrong with your understanding. lol. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But, what I mean is, why can't the values remain the same amount? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well, nevermind. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes, if we really take a step back and look at others, we can really see the best side of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or maybe, that's because we don't know them really well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If that's the case, maybe we shouldn't even try understanding and knowing a person too well. Because, it just makes us want to stay away from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe, we have to just accept the fact that everything is unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because, grumbling and complaining doesn't help one bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I just realised, if you try to be fair to a person, you're being unfair to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Perhaps, this is like a see-saw, there's no way that you're able to balance both sides. The more you try, the more you'll tire yourself out. Worse still, you can never get the result you want.&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/3629241266798773703-7961113921412170426?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/7961113921412170426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=7961113921412170426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/7961113921412170426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/7961113921412170426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/thought-of-something-on-bus-journey-to.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-2020388069530083554</id><published>2008-08-09T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:54:45.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me share some nice quotes here. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Credits: This blogskin designer. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"No one is afraid of heights; they're afraid of the fall. No one is afraid to play; they're afraid to lose. No one is afraid of the dark; they're afraid of what's in it. No one is afraid to say 'I love you'; they're afraid of the response."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"On our first day in kindergarten we were shown a picture of an apple &amp;amp; two oranges. then we had to pick out which one didn't belong- the first thing we were taught is that being different is wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The more you run from a problem, the further you have to walk back to fix it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Everything good in life is either immoral, illegal or fattening."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Too many people miss the silver lining&lt;br /&gt;because they're expecting the gold."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://falling-from-below.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-2020388069530083554?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2020388069530083554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=2020388069530083554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2020388069530083554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2020388069530083554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-me-share-some-nice-quotes-here.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-2115631632165739124</id><published>2008-08-08T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:38:33.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SJxXZ22rKeI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Kalu1srJn2U/s1600-h/DSC00044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232152968830855650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SJxXZ22rKeI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Kalu1srJn2U/s200/DSC00044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SJxXZ45S4QI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Uig_0KHWO-8/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232152969378717954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SJxXZ45S4QI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Uig_0KHWO-8/s200/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SJxXaGJ3s_I/AAAAAAAAASE/6c1QiXfdReo/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232152972937901042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SJxXaGJ3s_I/AAAAAAAAASE/6c1QiXfdReo/s200/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;SHOPPING @ BUGIS TODAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Lunched at Fish&amp;amp;Co, and it was quite nice. :D hahaha, ate the New York Fish&amp;amp;Chips, and the cheese is nice. :D Terriyaki Salmon is also nice! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then shopping and shopping. Bought a pair of flats that I saw before in White Sands, but hesitated to buy. Saw it today and bought it! :D Also bought a pair of shorts from Fox that I wanted to buy last time. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spend and spend money again. I always say to save money, but it's just empty talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the cafe at Bugis Street Level 2. The place where they sell the si wa nai cha (milk tea filtered using stockings? ).&lt;br /&gt;It's sooooo disgusting can? Expensive and taste bad. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;And their toast, is also bad. Chicken Chop is also bad.&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say is, the cafe doesn't sell anything nice. :( Waste money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone needs some time alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;That's when you'll start listening to all the songs and you'll realise the lyrics they carry, seem to fit your current thoughts perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-2115631632165739124?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2115631632165739124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=2115631632165739124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2115631632165739124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2115631632165739124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/shopping-bugis-today-d-lunched-at-fish.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SJxXZ22rKeI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Kalu1srJn2U/s72-c/DSC00044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-2693751892919644361</id><published>2008-08-07T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:26:25.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For the benefit of people with the same intelligence as me, let me tell you some interesting facts about cow, bull and buffalo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bull is actually a male cow, which means, the difference between a cow and bull is its gender. And, a bull has horns but a cow doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, isn't it acceptable for me to say that a cow is a bull? hahaha, finding excuses for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And, the difference between a bull and a buffalo is that a buffalo is a large bull with long curved horns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, isn't a bull and buffalo somehow similar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Since a bull is similar to a buffalo, and a bull and cow is the same except for their gender, isn't it true that&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; cow=bull=buffalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahaha, this is called Carmen's logic. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Carmen's logic: There's a link no matter how different two things are, it's whether you can find that link or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-2693751892919644361?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2693751892919644361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=2693751892919644361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2693751892919644361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2693751892919644361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-benefit-of-people-with-same.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-5196813425172823490</id><published>2008-08-07T20:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:24:54.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let me post a short little post before playing game. :D hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Firstly, school has finally ended!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lol, I made it sounds so nice. hahaha. School has really ended, just that there're exams coming up in about one week's time. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But I realised, there're many many things to do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Read manga: Bitter Virgin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm still at chapter 8. hahaha, very slow. =x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watch HongKong dramas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;My aunt just lent us a number of really nice ones! :D And, I also want to watch Jia Hao Yue Yuan! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Play Pokemon!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;lol, I don't know how to play that game. Seems chim to me last time, so I didnt play. hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shopping tomorrow! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;My elder sister's lecture ends at 10.30am, and I think my younger sister is going to pon school. Which means, free time to shop! hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. I hate to say this. But, the whole point of next week is supposed to be for&lt;strong&gt; studying.&lt;/strong&gt; Pray that I can study two hours each day. :D &lt;em&gt;I think I'll start studying next week? hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And, I feel very 安慰. hahaha, I cannot find any english word for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The reason for feeling that is because I found someone of same intelligence with me! As in, someone who don't know there's a difference between a cow and a bull! :D hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess who the person is? He's RL!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hahaha, that lamer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But, I know the difference between a cow and bull already! Cow is white with black patches and bull is brown, and a bull has horns. :D But then, I still don't know there's a difference between a bull and buffalo. I thought bull is female, and buffalo is a male. lol, since both has horns? Nevermind, I'll research on it later, if i remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;However, although RL is lame, I seem to be laughing at most of his jokes! hahaha, even though it's really lame, but it's really really funny! hahaha!! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My brother knows how to play Pokemon when I don't even know how to! OMG! And he's teaching me!:D hahaha. Primary 2 teach Poly Year 1. =x I feel so... hahahah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He's excited and starts asking me about Pokemon stuffs. But I don't seem to understand anything he tell me. =x hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AND AND AND, he even has the Pokemon book! Like so omg? hahaha =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MY BROTHER IS SUPER CUTE WHEN HE'S TEACHING ME!!!! :D:D&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/3629241266798773703-5196813425172823490?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/5196813425172823490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=5196813425172823490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5196813425172823490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5196813425172823490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-me-post-short-little-post-before.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-3816212827973391710</id><published>2008-08-05T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:07:39.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Have this thought in my mind for quite a number of weeks already. Actually thought of it during one of my &lt;em&gt;long and boring bus &lt;/em&gt;journeys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hahaha, come to think of it, I seem to fall alseep in 70% of my bus journeys. It's like, there'll be many thoughts running through my head, plus the music that I'm listening to, then I'll start thinking until I feel so tired. And, I've entered lala-land. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do you know what's the saddest thing when you confess to someone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's not rejection, or who the person likes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's when you get rejected, but you don't feel sad at all. But, you don't feel sad because you're numb by the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This mean that, you actually don't love the person you've confessed to. You thought you love him, but actually, you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sad. Sad. Sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay, I guess I'm thinking too much. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes, we just need to be a little more sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Humans always like to look at people based on who they are themselves. Which means, if you are something, you'll think that everyone is the same as you. Unfortunately, this isn't the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What you can accept, may not be what many others can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't try changing anyone, when you yourself don't even like changing. So, we shouldn't try squeezing our own opinion into other people's brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Everyone is different, especially in our thinkings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Our eyes are grown in such a way that we always look at others, but not at ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That's why, we're blinded to some parts of ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Isn't there a phrase like "Friends are like a mirror, they're a reflection of yourself."? I have more to add. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Like a mirror, they allow you to see things that you're blinded to, like your faults and potentials.&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/3629241266798773703-3816212827973391710?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3816212827973391710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=3816212827973391710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3816212827973391710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3816212827973391710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/have-this-thought-in-my-mind-for-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-1796096563992254255</id><published>2008-08-03T17:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:31:46.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suffering from serious bullet injuries, after the shooting session I had last night. hahaha. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sometimes, or rather most of the time in life, many things clash. And, we will need to make a choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So we will choose to go to the one we think is more important, or has greater priority to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But, is the one that we choose really of higher importance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Or, did we choose it because we think that it's the one we &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; choose&lt;em&gt; it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some choices are not meant to be chosen. They are there just to make us feel that we're not tied down with only one choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Good choice, Bad choice, Only Choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alright, I know I'm talking some weird stuffs again. Nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just want to say, we didn't make that choice doesn't mean it's not of any importance. Sometimes, it's actually more important, just that the situation doesn't allow that choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;讨厌自己找不到继续爱你的勇气，却又找不到放弃爱你的勇气。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;如果你有相同感受, 感受到有种突然的冲动, 放肆一次 走火入魔.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite phrase for the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;: 何乐不为&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-1796096563992254255?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1796096563992254255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=1796096563992254255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1796096563992254255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1796096563992254255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/08/suffering-from-serious-bullet-injuries.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-513671540412955603</id><published>2008-08-02T09:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:42:45.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;爱情是否就和烟火一样，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;只有那短短几秒的美丽?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;说不见就不见。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我想通了，所以我不再胡思乱想了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;因为，我知道如果我那么做，只是在自己骗自己。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;开心就好，不是吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For some things that are lost, you have to work doubly hard in order to gain it back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not that easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And since you know it isn't easy, make sure you don't lose it.&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/3629241266798773703-513671540412955603?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-6403481098311598621</id><published>2008-07-31T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:20.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watched The Mummy today with Geraldine, Amelia, ph, Wesley, JJ &amp;amp; RL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comments about the movie: Crap show. Really crap, the movie's storyline doesn't make sense at all. It's like, many unusual and weird things can actually happen. lol.&lt;br /&gt;But, the behind part of the show is quite funny. hahaha! &lt;em&gt;I actually said that it's funny, so the jokes are of some standard.&lt;/em&gt; hahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pictures of two dancing men:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SJHISqZ1QfI/AAAAAAAAARc/nbzS4ZVLv-A/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229180865299694066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SJHISqZ1QfI/AAAAAAAAARc/nbzS4ZVLv-A/s200/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SJHI3LtlOHI/AAAAAAAAARs/ubr7tmicQRo/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229181492716189810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SJHI3LtlOHI/AAAAAAAAARs/ubr7tmicQRo/s200/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmm, and that's all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, have been laughing too much today.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going mad soon. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's IT presentation is quite omg for me. I HATE TO LAUGH WHEN I'M TALKING IN FRONT OF OTHERS! :(&lt;br /&gt;First time was IS, and now is this. But, it's like the slide that I'm presenting is so funny! hahaha, not that the content is funny. It's that there's many stupid errors before we edited it, so when I was presenting, I thought of the stupid errors again! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND AND AND, babies are so cute! :D :D omg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahaha, keep seeing lots and lots of babies nowadays, don't know why. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I'M NOT A PAEDOPHILE! lol, I haven't rape any baby yet! hahaha. joking joking! hahaha, I don't rape babies! lol. :D I'm normal.&lt;br /&gt;This still sound so wrong. I will never rape anyone. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-6403481098311598621?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/6403481098311598621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=6403481098311598621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6403481098311598621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6403481098311598621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/watched-mummy-today-with-geraldine.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SJHISqZ1QfI/AAAAAAAAARc/nbzS4ZVLv-A/s72-c/DSC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-5146578561797737913</id><published>2008-07-30T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:57:52.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm blogging again! hahaha, practical test tomorrow. :( And I haven't finish studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let's hope that it will be simple. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmm, so let me talk about what happened just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm stucked outside my house again!&lt;/span&gt; lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is like the third or fourth or fifth time already? hahaha, I actually lost count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last time, it's me who didn't bring my key, but now, it's that I don't have my house key. To cut the long explaination short, my house key cannot be duplicated. And, my maid accidentally threw away my house key. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, I called my younger sister and she told me she was still in Ang Mo Kio. Then, my elder sister, dad and mum are also at Ang Mo Kio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Like so lol?!?! Everyone is at Ang Mo Kio so coincidently. -.- &lt;em&gt;Except for me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, I decided not to sit at the staircase to wait for them like what I did the previous time. Instead, I stand outside my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But, it's still very malu especially when I keep seeing my neighbour again and again. -.- It's like, everyone who passed by will look at me. lol, they know I'm stucked outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't know it's me who is suay or what. My handphone ran out of battery. And one of the lifts was out of order, and there's someone in level 3 moving house. -.-"'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Glad that my elder sister, dad and mum came back in about 30 to 40mins time. :D hahaha, because I remember last time I waited for like 1.5 to 2hours? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alright, boring story I know. Because, I'm feeling so sleepy right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hahaha, slept for about 15mins just now, made me more sleepy. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-5146578561797737913?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/5146578561797737913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=5146578561797737913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5146578561797737913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5146578561797737913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-blogging-again-hahaha-practical-test.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-1116817340583090709</id><published>2008-07-29T21:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:21.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SI8dszUpN-I/AAAAAAAAARU/bMk5XY_dgc8/s1600-h/Jealousy__by_euphoriaJoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228430347928680418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SI8dszUpN-I/AAAAAAAAARU/bMk5XY_dgc8/s200/Jealousy__by_euphoriaJoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SI8dszUpN-I/AAAAAAAAARU/bMk5XY_dgc8/s1600-h/Jealousy__by_euphoriaJoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&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;A picture speaks a thousand words, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And this picture just said out all of my thoughts. I doubt anyone can understand. It's alright, because it's not meant to be understood also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Through thouse reflections, I managed to see things which I thought I was blinded to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe that's the use of reflections, you can see the expression of others, but others just fail to see yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I hate the feeling that I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's something like, you took so hard to muster your courage and make a decision. Then, the action of others just destroy everything. I don't know what I'm saying. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's like, what do you really want?  =( =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That crap feeling. I feel so crap, that everything feels so crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-1116817340583090709?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1116817340583090709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=1116817340583090709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1116817340583090709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1116817340583090709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-speaks-thousand-words-doesnt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SI8dszUpN-I/AAAAAAAAARU/bMk5XY_dgc8/s72-c/Jealousy__by_euphoriaJoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-9138246757024894462</id><published>2008-07-27T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:46:19.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bought a new mp3 last week, bought a new phone today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah, spending money like it will never run out. =x lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Btw, I'm not using my old number anymore. I'll sms you tml, if you're in my contact list. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hmmm, actually this is not a new number, it's my previous number. But Singtel suddenly has some weird promotions and I have to take back this Singtel line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Previously, there's 100min free outgoing. But now, after the 100min, there's other 300min free when calling out from NP. So weird right? hahaha, I think Singtel is encouraging me to stay longer in NP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And the sms, last time it's 500sms to all users, and 500sms to Singtel users. But now, it's 500sms to all users, and unlimited sms to Singtel users. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This sounds too good to be true. That's why, it's called a promotion! And the good thing is, it lasts for 2 years! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lol, I seem to be helping Singtel to promote. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alright, time to stop buying things. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-9138246757024894462?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/9138246757024894462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=9138246757024894462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/9138246757024894462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/9138246757024894462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/bought-new-mp3-last-week-bought-new.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-7133137737531210592</id><published>2008-07-26T17:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:31:26.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is the song that I really love quite some time ago, managed to hear it again yesterday. And it's still as nice as before. Btw, it's a chinese song by Wen Lan. The lyrics are really nice, but, in a sad way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;看着你和她，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;我发现是我自作多情。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/jLPlzsUmcl/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/jLPlzsUmcl/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="340" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/W7iPPN/playlist/9SjX05Sq/li_bu_kai_ta_music_playlist/"&gt;li bu kai ta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;温岚- 离不开他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;音乐嘀嗒嘀嗒嘀嗒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;舞步踢踏踢踏踢踏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;每一步都是悲伤的挣扎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;带着牵挂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;谁都不想先停下&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我穿着纯白的薄纱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;跟着他旋转在灯下&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;知道是最后一次拥着他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;日出后就应该&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;试着忘了 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;要试着忘了他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我离不开他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;也留不住他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;心像空荡大厅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;一切就要蒸发&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我离不开他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;风留不住沙&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;远去里的牵挂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;是思念的时差&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;跟寂寞对话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;音乐嘀嗒嘀嗒嘀嗒&lt;br /&gt;舞步踢踏踢踏踢踏&lt;br /&gt;每一步都是悲伤的挣扎 &lt;br /&gt;日出后就应该&lt;br /&gt;试着忘了&lt;br /&gt;要试着忘了他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我离不开他&lt;br /&gt;也留不住他&lt;br /&gt;心像空荡大厅&lt;br /&gt;一切就要蒸发&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我离不开他&lt;br /&gt;风留不住沙&lt;br /&gt;远去里的牵挂&lt;br /&gt;是思念的时差&lt;br /&gt;跟寂寞对话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我留不住他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;心像空荡大厅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;一切就要蒸发 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;风留不住沙&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;远去里的牵挂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我还在想他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;现在好想他 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;好想他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mr" href="http://mp3.sogou.com/music.so?class=1&amp;amp;query=%C0%EB%B2%BB%BF%AA%CB%FB"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-7133137737531210592?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/7133137737531210592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=7133137737531210592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/7133137737531210592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/7133137737531210592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-song-that-i-really-love-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-4444829386831813336</id><published>2008-07-25T16:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:05:16.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It takes a lot of courage to ask a question, but it also takes a lot of courage to answer it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's so hard to understand a person, no matter how close he is to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When a person keeps quiet after he hears a comment about him, is he actually agreeing to it, or is it not at all bothered by it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When a person retaliates strongly after hearing a comment about him, is he actually disagreeing, or is he agreeing to it just that he doesn't have the courage to accept the comment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When a person doesn't talk, does it mean that he has nothing to say, or is it that he doesn't know where to start from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When a person laughs after a joke is made about him, is he trying to cover his embarassment, or is he trying to pretend not to get hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This just goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All I want to say is, if you want to bring an idea across to someone, just say it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because, some actions of yours may seem obvious to you, but the other person just don't catch it. It's because you are the one showing, so you'll think it's obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And to this someone, you know you're the one after reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Really really sorry for yesterday. Actually, I really don't know what I've said to make you think so negative about yourself. Please get your confidence back okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I ask you so many times but you aren't replying to my question! But, it's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What I want to say here is that, although I don't know what I say that made you feel that I shoot you, I really don't mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe you catch the wrong idea, or I said the wrong things. But, I feel very bad. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, SMILE more! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And don't show that face of yours. Yah, you should know what expression you always show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's not hard to smile. :D&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/3629241266798773703-4444829386831813336?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/4444829386831813336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=4444829386831813336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/4444829386831813336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/4444829386831813336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-takes-lot-of-courage-to-ask-question.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-6065984922362186556</id><published>2008-07-23T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:12:24.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Alright, let me squeeze out a little little time to blog, and I'll study later. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Something really really ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;When I was on my way home just now, my sister was smsing me. Then she told me that my dad has something to tell me. So I was like "omg, what he wants to ask? Is there anything I did wrongly?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;When I reach home, I ask him what he want to ask me. And guess what, he ask me if I'm having a boyfriend or not. Then I was like "diao?!?! -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And, it's not only my dad. My mum and sister was also guessing. -.- &lt;em&gt;I guess I know where I got my gossip genes from. hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Let me keep the particulars of the guy private, if not it's like so awkward and paiseh. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Let me go back to Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Studied so much for the first aid exam, and the examiner ended up to be so lenient! omg, he's really very good. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's like we can discuss our Theory Test, and he's guiding us through our Practical Test. And he's not testing our bandaging skills because he trust our instructor. hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;SO NICE RIGHT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But, feel like I've wasted about one to two days memorising so many things. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lastly,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I'M A CERTIFIED FIRST AIDER! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The one who makes you change the most, is the one most important to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Some things in life are just so obvious, it's just that we're blinded by other things and don't notice its existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Maybe in the later part, we'll then realise that it once existed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But by then, will it be too late? And we have to admit, no matter what, there's bound to be that thought of regret that lies within.&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/3629241266798773703-6065984922362186556?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/6065984922362186556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=6065984922362186556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6065984922362186556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6065984922362186556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/alright-let-me-squeeze-out-little.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-3003520914136496859</id><published>2008-07-20T06:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:22.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've finally finish reading 'I Believe You'. It's a nice story, just that maybe the ending is too perfect. So I'm here to share two quotes and a simple story. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Love is simple. It's either you love, or you don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Boys shall not cry. They're born with boarder shoulders to let girls cry on their shoulder." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This sounds like a good phrase for cheating girls. -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The magnet theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She is like the North Pole of a magnet bar and he is also like the North Pole of the magnet bar. There's no way for both of them to be close together. There's a force that'll always push both of them apart. This force is called obstacle, like interest differences, communication problems and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;However, if you put a metal bar in between, both of the magnets will sick to it. And both of them will be close to each other. That metal bar dissolves the force that pushes both of them away. And that metal bar is what we called love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alright, so let me start blogging. Btw, it's 6.44am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The reason for me blogging so early, is that I set the time of my alarm wrongly. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know this sounds very very very stupid, but I really set an hour earlier. And I only realised when I finished bathing. So I was like counting the time and all. Then realise I set the alarm time wrongly. lol, this is so ?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was my elder sister's birthday. Went to Suki @ Cineleisure for their buffet. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Muahaha, turning into a big big big fat pig soon. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went shopping around there and I bought two shirts, and my mum willingly paid for it. :D hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then, we went to Causeway Point. Wanted to buy an Mp3, but it wrote "Temporary out of stock", so I went to ask the salesman when will the stock arrive. But he say there won't be stock anymore. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So lame, then what's the use of the word "temporary"? You think my english so lousy is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to Swensen's to buy my sister's ice-cream cake. &lt;em&gt;She always eat that every year. Cookies and cream ice-cream cake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And, she not sick of it at all! But I am. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But what can I do? It's her birthday. :D So I'll torture her during my birthday, because the flavours that I like, she don't. 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise, I'm not eating those chinese medicine of mine regularly.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I skipped like every lunch time because I'm always outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the medicine is really disgusting. The syrup is so bitter and smelly, and everytime I have to drink 20oz. of it, which is like 4 to 5 tablespoon. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Read again, it's tablespoon! =((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the tablets also, and I cannot swallow again. And, I have to eat 3 of them each time. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I really don't know why so many people feels like vomitting blood and gets so pissed when talking to me. =x Okay lah, I know it's me since many people talk to me and feels this way. hahaha, but then, I also don't know why leh. *blur*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I realised something.&lt;br /&gt;My life seems to be like a show. Not that it's boring, but I find it typical. hahaha, it's like I didn't know such things will happen to me. hahaha, but at least, I'm not the villain in the show. :D&lt;br /&gt;But I'm the one, people will scold stupid.&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/3629241266798773703-3003520914136496859?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3003520914136496859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=3003520914136496859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3003520914136496859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3003520914136496859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-finally-finish-reading-i-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SIHrnNPR9fI/AAAAAAAAAP8/k6BpueqgsIA/s72-c/S6001173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-6436461384086680426</id><published>2008-07-17T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:53:10.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Going to see doctor later, those chinese doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lol, I'm such a sua ku. First time seeing a chinese doctor! hahaha. :D Hope he will be able to feel my pulse. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have been coughing for like 5 weeks already. Yeah, I'm not going to the polyclinic to have X-ray. Maybe if chinese medicine doesn't work, then I'll go? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And sorry Fion, for spreading this virus to you. The virus that make you cough in the morning and night. hahaha, but at least quite good leh. Cause this virus is like 'modified' already, last time I cough for the whole day. hahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe, we just have to accept that the world is unfair. Nothing can be fair at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only when we accept this fact, we will then stop complaining and comparing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's really hard to really know what other people are thinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An action can mean one thing, yet it can mean another. So, how do we really know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know how to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;握紧了手心里的爱， 我放不开。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;等一个人多么孤单，我一分钟又一分钟在忍耐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-6436461384086680426?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/6436461384086680426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=6436461384086680426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6436461384086680426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6436461384086680426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/going-to-see-doctor-later-those-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-3683577646877295615</id><published>2008-07-16T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:23.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Finally, it's time to include some photos in my blog. :D hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SH39JgPOR0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZaKSPi-e4t0/s1600-h/DSC02103.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223609482534078274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SH39JgPOR0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZaKSPi-e4t0/s320/DSC02103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken on Monday during lunch. :D Nice background picture right?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, and that's Heidi's finger if I'm not wrong! See lah, spoil the picture! hahaha, jkjk. :DD I think she wants to touch my hand. =x lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SH39J1DwygI/AAAAAAAAAPs/96vWnTBfYR4/s1600-h/DSC02110.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223609488123152898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SH39J1DwygI/AAAAAAAAAPs/96vWnTBfYR4/s320/DSC02110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is taken yesterday on the way to Canteen 4. Just focus on the faces will do. :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SH39KSUKlbI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oAMqzv3d37w/s1600-h/DSC02111.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223609495976580530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SH39KSUKlbI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oAMqzv3d37w/s320/DSC02111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is taken in the library ytd also. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha!! I find this picture SOOOOO FUNNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; omg.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't ph look like one teacher who is preaching us? muahahahah! I can't stop laughing the moment I see this photo. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, so that's all. Don't feel like typing out chunks and chunks of words.&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/3629241266798773703-3683577646877295615?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3683577646877295615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=3683577646877295615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3683577646877295615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3683577646877295615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-its-time-to-include-some-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SH39JgPOR0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZaKSPi-e4t0/s72-c/DSC02103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-3015589747726422461</id><published>2008-07-15T17:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:34:23.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I know, I'm not someone who can hide my feelings well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't want to think of stupid and lame lies, and know that you can actually see through them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Seriously, I think I really need some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I really cannot accept the fact. And, I really don't know how to face you at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe, the best thing is to just run away. Really. I will try my very best to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sometimes, I find myself taking things too seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe it's me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm not ready to face the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm not ready to accept the cruels facts outside there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm still living in my simple world. A place where happiness doesn't die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Something happy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At least, you're not someone very close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-3015589747726422461?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3015589747726422461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=3015589747726422461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3015589747726422461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3015589747726422461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-im-not-someone-who-can-hide-my.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-7982964674191413816</id><published>2008-07-14T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:11:27.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Maybe, love is just a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A game that will continue until one of the two feels sick and tired of each other, then it's game over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But the sad thing is, the game will surely come to an end eventually. It's just a matter of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;依赖一个人不等于爱他，但是爱一个人就是等于依赖他。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;在互相依赖着对方的当儿，是不是会有一方在那一瞬间感到累得再也撑不下去呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;游戏该结束了吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-7982964674191413816?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/7982964674191413816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=7982964674191413816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/7982964674191413816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/7982964674191413816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/maybe-love-is-just-game.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-976884158431955280</id><published>2008-07-13T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:33:10.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chatted with someone last night. A chat that made me think really really a lot, up till now, my mind is still full of questions and all. &lt;em&gt;To that someone, if you know who you are, thanks a lot. Really. And sorry for not putting your name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have to take back my words from my previous post. I'm sad, deep inside. But I don't feel like crying and stuffs. I guess it's something good? Maybe it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know, or rather I think I should give up, but, I just don't want to. I know I'm very stubborn. But, I just don't want to change. I just don't want to create unnecessary pain and hurt for myself. It's like, giving up isn't easy. I know it can be done, but I just don't want to end things this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's me, I know the problem lies with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright, I shall just stop my thoughts right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Couldn't sleep last night, went to bed at around 2am. And I have to wake up at 6plus this morning for the first aid course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND, I didn't hear my alarm clock ring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I only wake up when MeiChen sent me an sms at 7.55am, which is the time that we're meeting. I also don't know why I cannot hear my alarm, but I can wake up when she sms me, because my phone was at the silent mode. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But when I read the sms, I was really shocked. Because my room is like so bright! Scare me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST TIME SUCH THING HAPPEN LEH.&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, so I rush and rush, and managed to reach Admiralty at 8.10am. Train-ed to Yishun to meet her. &lt;em&gt;Sorry for being late, I feel so bad everytime when I'm late. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think it's time for me to train my stamina. hahaha, but I have no motivation. =x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahaha, becasue I took about 5mins to run from my house to the mrt station. Walking from my house to the mrt station takes about 10-15mins. Okay, I know I run very slow~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then, I was like feeling so tired while running. Sian, especially when my brain isn't awake at all. Heng, I didn't die halfway while running. My artries aren't fully blocked yet. hahaha! Okay, so lame. I'm suan-ing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Something interesting. On Saturday, I sms-ed MeiChen about 30mins before we meet. Then, my sms also woke her up. hahaha. Cause when her alarm clock ring, she went back to sleep. hahaha, so nice right. :D It's like sms-ing each other about the meeing each other, but the other person is still sleeping. :DD hee, it's not the late part that is nice, it's like similar things happen that is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;我看到了他的心 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;演的全是他和她的电影 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;他不爱我 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;尽管如此 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;他还是赢走了我的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-976884158431955280?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/976884158431955280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=976884158431955280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/976884158431955280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/976884158431955280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/chatted-with-someone-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-2073399084211197833</id><published>2008-07-12T23:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:14:49.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;In life, everything is about winning and losing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Whether you want to accept or not, that's the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And, I've just lost, entirely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But, I don't really feel sad. At least I didn't give up halfway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Maybe there'll be a day that I'll win. Who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9lLqSHi-b0/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9lLqSHi-b0/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DHT- Listen to Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there’s something in&lt;br /&gt;the wake of your smile&lt;br /&gt;I get a notion from the look&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes, yeah&lt;br /&gt;you’ve built a love but&lt;br /&gt;that love falls apart&lt;br /&gt;your little piece of heaven turns too dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;when he’s calling for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;there’s nothing else you can do&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where you’re going&lt;br /&gt;and I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;before you tell him goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you wonder if this&lt;br /&gt;fight is worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;the precious moments are all&lt;br /&gt;lost in the tide, yeah&lt;br /&gt;they’re swept away and&lt;br /&gt;nothing is what is seems&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of belonging to your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;when he’s calling for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;there’s nothing else you can do&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where you’re going&lt;br /&gt;and I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;before you tell him goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are voices&lt;br /&gt;that want to be heard&lt;br /&gt;so much to mention&lt;br /&gt;but you can’t find the words&lt;br /&gt;the scent of magic&lt;br /&gt;the beauty that’s been&lt;br /&gt;when love was wilder than the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;when he’s calling for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;there’s nothing else you can do&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where you’re going&lt;br /&gt;and I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;before you tell him goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart....mm..mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where you’re going&lt;br /&gt;and I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;before you tell him goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-2073399084211197833?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2073399084211197833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=2073399084211197833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2073399084211197833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2073399084211197833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-life-everything-is-about-winning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-7934691907801378224</id><published>2008-07-12T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:23.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SHi6zaTmEAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/atpU6VeleUU/s1600-h/DSC04335.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222129160333692930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SHi6zaTmEAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/atpU6VeleUU/s320/DSC04335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SHi6zpBORqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-aA1t5_XjZw/s1600-h/DSC04336.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222129164283168418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SHi6zpBORqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-aA1t5_XjZw/s320/DSC04336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First aid class today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alright, I know I look like some retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SKIP SKIP SKIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then, went to PS to shop. hahaha, went to Fox to buy hoodie with MeiChen. :D Then there's this real nice guy hoodie. Really very very nice. But it's a guy's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Although it's something common, it doesn't mean I can accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-7934691907801378224?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/7934691907801378224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=7934691907801378224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/7934691907801378224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/7934691907801378224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-aid-class-today.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SHi6zaTmEAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/atpU6VeleUU/s72-c/DSC04335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-5816112068205990095</id><published>2008-07-11T22:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:23.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;At Changi Airport now! :D Waiting for my sister's plane to land! She's finally back from Phillippines! :DD &lt;em&gt;hee, I'm such a loving sister. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;heh, interesting people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There's these two people, who told me about the same thing, just that the person they are refering to is each other. Don't understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Let me explain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A told me something that is about B and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And, B also told me something about A and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So it's like, both of them are telling me exactly the same thing, just that they are refering to each other. The more interesting thing is that this is an opinion by each of them. hahaha. People having the same opinion of me and another person? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alright if you don't understand. I know this sounds confusing. Nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hmmm, I've finished my cough syrup and the antibiotic on Thursday! YAY! But the stupid thing is, my cough isn't okay yet! Stupid right? =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Make me swallow such big tablets and they don't cure me. -.- Useless doctor or useless medicine? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bought a pair of earrings online. And I think I got scammed? lol. I'm sad not because my money is gone, but I can't get the pair of earrings. Because I really like it a lot. =(( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221767902807544114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SHdyPdJhUTI/AAAAAAAAAPM/WUL7qYYazIE/s320/propose+studs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute right? It's a pair of propose studs.&lt;br /&gt;Sad, hope the owner is not a scammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, I don't think I'll be able to finish my tutorials this week. Having first aid course on Saturday and Sunday from 8.15am to 6pm at Dobby Ghaut.&lt;br /&gt;Haix, I think I have to sleep now. It's already 12.20am. I'm feeling really tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;People hurt and disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;I hurt and disappoint others.&lt;br /&gt;People who are hurt and disappointed by me, also hurt and disappoint others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-5816112068205990095?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/5816112068205990095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=5816112068205990095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5816112068205990095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5816112068205990095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-changi-airport-now-d-waiting-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SHdyPdJhUTI/AAAAAAAAAPM/WUL7qYYazIE/s72-c/propose+studs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-2881084804515975321</id><published>2008-07-08T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:18:11.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I have so much to say, but I guess some thoughts are better left inside my heart. Isn't it? Not everything needs to be expressed in words, my actions mean more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Every single person makes a in difference in us. Be it big or small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I want to tell you, you made a really big difference in me. You made me see things that I didn't thought they even exist before. You made me understand things that I didn't realise before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But I wonder, what difference did I made in you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A word of concern. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It may be just a few words, but sometimes they mean everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm learning to appreciate and cherish, but I really don't know how to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't know how to let my loved ones know how much I love them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't know how to express my care and concern for my loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I really don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Can you teach me how to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't want to live to regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Maybe, I'm the one who is complicating simple things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;To say the truth, I'm contented with how things are. Really. But I know, things cannot remain like this forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nothing is permanent, except changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm afraid of gaining. Because I know when I gain something, I'll lose another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm a coward once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Some people thought holding on makes us strong, but sometimes, it is letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;If that's the case, I'll rather stay weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I will wait for you, because I don't know what else I can do.&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/3629241266798773703-2881084804515975321?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2881084804515975321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=2881084804515975321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2881084804515975321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2881084804515975321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-so-much-to-say-but-i-guess-some.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-592481580643105695</id><published>2008-07-06T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:13:33.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Those medicine don't do miracles. I'm still coughing and coughing like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Feel so sick of coughing already. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sighs, hope that the bacteria can die within this week, please? I don't want to go for x-ray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's why I'm taking my medicine constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BUT, the antibiotic tablets are really BIG. Really having a lot of trouble swallowing them. I have to like drink one and a half cup of water to swallow only ONE tablet. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then the cough syrup is really strong. Strong as in it really makes me drowsy. Because the doctor knew I ate the Woods syrup but it didnt help, so he prescribed a stronger syrup. And, it's really terrible because it's really making me sleepy. But, I have to force myself to stay awake if not I think I will end up sleeping the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TO MY MEDICINE: PLEASE DESTROY THE COUGH BACTERIA ASAP. IF NOT, I THINK I WILL COUGH OUT MY LUNGS SOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hope I won't spread this to anyone else. Deeply sorry if I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My younger sister is flying to Phillippines tomorrow morning. Wanted to see her off, but her plane is at 9.20am, and I'm having lessons. Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think I'll miss her? hahaha, I shall not be so mean. I know I will. :D hahaha. Although she keep scolding me almost everytime, she still have her nice and good side. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is getting so mushy. lol, because I don't usually express my love for people. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The worse emotion to have, is to have one that cannot be descibed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Until now, I still believe there's a reason why you did that. But, I still cannot find what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sometimes, we are blinded by things that are so obvious to us. It may be something right in front of us, but we just fail to see it. Rather, we prefer searching high and low for something that is hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe, that makes us humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;People don't appreciate for something they have. They prefer complaining about something they lack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Absence makes the heart grows founder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If there's something I have to sacrifice, you'll be the last.&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/3629241266798773703-592481580643105695?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/592481580643105695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=592481580643105695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/592481580643105695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/592481580643105695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/those-medicine-dont-do-miracles.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-3199878233252078578</id><published>2008-07-05T13:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:48:33.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Thought about what MeiChen and I were chatting yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Because she ask me how to know if you like someone or something like that. She say, everytime when she know she's like close with someone more than she should, she will try to keep a distance with him, so that she will not end up falling for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Wahh, when I heard that, I was like... She's so cruel to herself. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But she'll do that because she say she see too many people hurt in relationships. hahaha, actually I agree with her A LOT. I'm also like that. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I guess this is called relationship-phobia? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;All relationships are so sweet in the start, but after some time, it's turns so sour. And, if you get ditched, it's like.. what can you do? Sit there and cry? It may sound so dumb, but that seem to be the only thing left to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I realise, many girls are really... I don't know what word should I use to describe them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't need a rich and handsome boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't need a guy to pay for all of our dates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't need someone to call me every now and then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't need a guy to tell me how much he loves me everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't need a guy to always give in to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't need a guy to give up his time for his friends just to go out with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But to some girls, that's what a boyfriend should do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Coming back to the 'I love you' part. Personally, I hate people who keep using this word. I mean, what's the meaning of this word if you can use it so easily? And, do you really know the meaning of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Maybe to me, I think trust and communication is the most important thing in a relationship. I'm someone who cannot accept my boyfriend lying to me, or maybe hiding some truths from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And, she also mentioned something which I totally agree. The person you like should be someone that is much more matured in thinking than you, and is like he have to know more things than you. Somehow in a way, he's like guiding you through your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Talking so much, my bottom line is: Love is all about compromising. Love him for who he is. Just give and take, and things will turn out perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Love isn't about searching for the perfect person, but rather, someone perfect enough for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Some people feel that they should look for that perfect one. But think again, are you good enough for him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When you love someone, you'll be able to see that something in him. Something that is not visible to anyone else, and sometimes, it may not be visible to him also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alright, I think I should stop talking about the love topic. If not, it can really go on and on. hahaha. All of my 大道理. hahaha. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Went to the polyclinic just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So I was telling the doctor about my cough. Then he asked me, "Do you smoke?" I know it's such a simple question, but I was shocked when he asked me that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Then, he also told me that if I still don't recover after 7days, have to go back there. Then they will arrange an X-ray or something like that. Because my cough is already 3weeks, and normally they will send patients who cough more than 1month for an X-ray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Then I was like, "Is it so serious?" lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So, I should thank my mother. hahaha, because before I slept last night, she was asking me about going to polyclinic and stuffs. So, I then decided to visit the doctor. Because I don't like going to the doctor. Waste time. =x hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So, the doctor prescibed some medicine for me, which included one bottle of&lt;em&gt; dont know what&lt;/em&gt;, and two types of tablets, one of them is antibiotics. The person told me that the bottle of &lt;em&gt;don't know what&lt;/em&gt; is very strong, so I will feel drowsy after drinking that, but the problem is, I always feel sleepy. hahaha. Maybe I should drink that during school days so I can fall asleep during lectures. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Then, the antibiotics are so BIG, or rather they are HUGE. When I saw it, I was so shocked! I think I will choke and die. =x hahaha! Because I don't know how to swallow tablets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Like, panadol is already the maximum size that I can handle. But sometimes, I cant even swallow it. hahaha. It's 心理作用.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-3199878233252078578?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3199878233252078578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=3199878233252078578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3199878233252078578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3199878233252078578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/thought-about-what-meichen-and-i-were.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-8774325793079316804</id><published>2008-07-03T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:52:03.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Feeling so tired right now. Physically, mentally and emotionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;lol, this sounds so crap again, because I'm feeling so crappy. Don't know why, I just feel so.. heh, stupid words used again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have so much to say, but my mind is in a blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everytime I will think what I've done is worth it or not. And I'm happy to say that I always think it's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But then, even if it's not, it's already over. What's the point thinking about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But that's me. I love thinking about what I've done before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think, I shouldn't guess and assume too much anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If it is something I should know, I will know it no matter I want or not. But if it's something I shouldn't know, I can never know even if I ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Does all these sounds so crap again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm tired. I need my sleep badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I just feel like sleeping forever.&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/3629241266798773703-8774325793079316804?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8774325793079316804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=8774325793079316804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8774325793079316804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8774325793079316804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeling-so-tired-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-6340784608150988656</id><published>2008-07-02T22:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:21:34.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I realised I'm a very very small hearted person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know why, but I seem to hate more than I love. My heart seems to be filled up with hatred to the extend that I cannot learn to love the person I hate. This is so terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Because to me, I don't really mind hating them. It's like, I rather they don't exist at all. I know it's really really bad of me to say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But then, they are so damn irritating I tell you. It's like someone keep asking and asking you for something you don't want to say. And it's not like once or twice okay, it's at least five times! AHHHHH!!! THIS IS REALLY DRIVING ME CRAZY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let's hope my volcano will not erupt so soon. hahaha, the last time that I got really angry is like Sec1? lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Irritating people. -.- When I'm angry, it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really hate scolding people. I feel that my life is shortened after scolding. lol, because a lot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;energy is needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;活活气死。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT BUT BUT, I won't let myself lose my temper so easily.&lt;/span&gt; Don't want to be affected by those irritating people.&lt;/strong&gt; Like today's lab, irritating teacher. I hate it when teachers nag and scold, equally irritating. He's really worse than my mother. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know when to be deaf at times. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why didn't you respond? Is that agreeing or disagreeing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If I tell you the reason, you'll understand why I did that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-6340784608150988656?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/6340784608150988656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=6340784608150988656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6340784608150988656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6340784608150988656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-realised-im-very-very-small-hearted.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-3462000414868575700</id><published>2008-06-30T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:29:42.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Live to eat, or eat to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hahaha, I don't think I need to say which category I belong to. It's obvious from my size. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Have the urge to eat many many good food! hahaha. I having black sesame paste now. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Went to Chinatown for lunch yesterday just to eat their porridge, and went to Whampoa to eat their Hokkien Mee for dinner. Muahahaha, all good food! omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then today, we were talking about good food during our break! hahaha. I want to try the crab noodles! lol, didn't hear it before actually, makes me so sua ku. hee, CURIOUS! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I want to eat Japanese buffet also! Just that I'm currently broke, really broke. Only have 10bucks left in my wallet. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Doing Blood Drive Duty this friday from 4pm to 6.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyone wants to donate?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quite curious about what will I be doing on that day. hahaha, because I don't think I'll be the one bandaging. hahaha, I don't have any first aid experience. I don't want people to die in my hands! lol. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I want to donate leh. But then, I'm still having cough now, and there will be the bacteria/virus in my blood. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;AND, can someone help to increase the size of my vein? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're jealous, this means the person means something to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking through the words you've said. Do you really mean what you say, or did you just say because the situation asks for it? Actually, I have some words to add. But I know if I did, it'll make the situation very awkward.&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/3629241266798773703-3462000414868575700?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3462000414868575700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=3462000414868575700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3462000414868575700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3462000414868575700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/live-to-eat-or-eat-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-3577703575083920602</id><published>2008-06-28T08:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:30:42.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;假装若无其事，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;假装一点也不在乎。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;我不想让你知道我会为你伤心难过。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;因为我知道，如果我把伤心的表情露出来，你会更不好受。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;但是，我一定会在你的身边陪伴着你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know she's doing that out of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But, I don't need material stuffs to make me happy. Even if it does, how long can such happiness last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How do we know if we trust a person? Or, a person trust us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If a person tells you everything, does it mean that the person trusts you? Then again, what is everything? No one is able to tell anyone everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I realise, a simple word 'ask' or 'tell' is able to kill me instantly. How long must I take to actually muster the courage to do so? I guess is a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When we gain something, we'll lose another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We may gain something nicer and greater, but what we may lose is something precious, something that we may not get back at all. Unfortunately, I don't like taking risks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;幸福是自己去争取的吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;我还是比较相信，属于我的，就会是我的。所以，我不懂得怎么去争取。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-3577703575083920602?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3577703575083920602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=3577703575083920602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3577703575083920602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3577703575083920602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-know-shes-doing-that-out-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-8202029288336001450</id><published>2008-06-27T18:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:58:55.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Make me smile, not laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although laughing has a higher level of happiness than a smile, a smile hits deeper into the heart. Doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;To me, it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, people normally laugh when they hear a lame joke or see something funny. But, a smile is different. Hmm, how should I say it. A true smile is when you see something heart-warming and makes you feel 庆幸。&lt;em&gt;When's your last smile? And, who's the one who made you smile?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post sounds weird.&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting my strange and weird thoughts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything happens for a reason, but not everything needs a reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel more right than right, but I prefer to be wrong. Or rather, I don't even hope that it's right. &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/3629241266798773703-8202029288336001450?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8202029288336001450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=8202029288336001450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8202029288336001450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8202029288336001450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/make-me-smile-not-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-3489727389871290600</id><published>2008-06-26T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:20:48.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Not really feeling well today. Feeling so warm all over, but I'm not having fever. Then, feeling giddy and headache sometimes. heh, so weird right? I also don't know what's wrong with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Plus all the lectures, made me feel even worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ate two panadols after lunch, and felt better! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;hahaha, so at the starting of lab, still didnt feel really good. But after that, really feel a lot better. hahaha, they're really miracle pills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But, I think the effect of the panadol is gone now already. Feeling the same as morning again. =(( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From her actions, I seemed to have inferred something. Something which I hope isn't true at all. heh, I know I'm assuming again. But, after I have made this inference and think about the things that happened before, it seems so true.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;所谓的第三者。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;就让时间暂停在这一刻好吗？虽然在这一刻，没有美丽的事情存在着，但至少没有坏事的存在。 我是否应该知足了呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-3489727389871290600?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3489727389871290600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=3489727389871290600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3489727389871290600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3489727389871290600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-really-feeling-well-today_26.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-5921967560533706522</id><published>2008-06-26T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:23.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SGOSqHVqSyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/iY80za4hcy8/s1600-h/ChibiSabrina_you-think-you-know-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216174045647227682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SGOSqHVqSyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/iY80za4hcy8/s320/ChibiSabrina_you-think-you-know-me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pick your birth month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;→ Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;→ Bold the five-ten that best apply to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;→ Copy to your blog, lj, xanga, wordpress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;→ Tag 5 people from your friends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likes to point out people's mistakes.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Likes to criticize. Stubborn.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Quiet&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and &lt;/s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sympathetic.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;Fun to be around. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secretive.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;Loves leisure and traveling. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. &lt;s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Very choosy, especially in relationships. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY:&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH:&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered.Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL:&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY:&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE:&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY:&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST:&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyone who feels like doing this. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-5921967560533706522?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/5921967560533706522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=5921967560533706522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5921967560533706522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5921967560533706522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/pick-your-birth-month.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SGOSqHVqSyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/iY80za4hcy8/s72-c/ChibiSabrina_you-think-you-know-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-1525085294185745045</id><published>2008-06-23T21:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:38:51.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I guess the only interesting thing that I can blog is during our long break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Went to &lt;em&gt;don't know where's&lt;/em&gt; arcade. (&lt;em&gt;I'm not sure if the place is Bukit Timah Shopping Centre, Bukit Timah Plaza, Beauty World Shopping Centre or something like that. hahaha.)&lt;/em&gt; Wanted to play Bishi Bashi with the girls, but the machine is out of order. Sad. Then some of the guys went to play pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And, since there's enough time, Heidi and Jessica went to Raffles City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Then, I played the game called &lt;em&gt;World of Fighters or King of Fighters or something like that&lt;/em&gt; with ph. lol, the game is fun! hahaha, just that I don't know what I'm pressing at all. Just bash the buttons and that's it. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Managed to win him! lol, but I think is he let me win, cause I see the way he play with the computer. heh, for me to win him, maybe I have to train 5 years on that machine! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Played this game with Geraldine also, when ph went out to bring Jessica and Heidi to the bus stop. heh, stole all his remaining tokens to play. hee, paiseh. At least I'm honest to say I steal. :D Friends shouldn't talk about money right? &lt;em&gt;hahaha, don't I sound like a great cheater?&lt;/em&gt; lol. Played with Fion also. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Then, some guys came out but some continued to play. So me, Geraldine, Fion, Wesley and JJ walked back to school first, and the other guys joined us later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Played Jenga in the games room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hahaha, school is like full of playing. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The stars aren't visible in the day not because it isn't bright, it's just that the sun manage to outshine it. Just wait, till the night is here, and see how bright it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sometimes, we may seem so small and insignificant. Maybe, all we can do is to wait, till the time is right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Till the time when we are appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Till the time when we are visible to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Those actions of yours. I don't know what word should I use to describe my feeling. The feeling is like, it makes my heart stops beating and all I can say is 'whoa', with that admiring look on my face. heh, sounds so exaggerated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And, I've learnt how to accept.&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/3629241266798773703-1525085294185745045?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1525085294185745045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=1525085294185745045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1525085294185745045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1525085294185745045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-guess-only-interesting-thing-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-669239826179159292</id><published>2008-06-21T21:25:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:24.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Went to PasirRis Park today with my elder sister, to learn how to cycle! Okay, you didn't read wrongly. I went there to learn how to cycle. hahaha, laugh if you need. I think most of you will have one word in mind: Noob. hahaha, it's alright man! I know I'm a noob. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cause before we moved house, we had some bicycles. But when we moved house, we didn't bring them along. So, I didn't have a chance to learn how to cycle. Hmmm, is this called 活到老，学到老。&lt;em&gt;hahaha! This is called self-consolation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hmmm, so the first 20mins was like self-learning and struggling for me. My sister went to cycle first, because I don't want to like bored her with me. hahaha. But then, I didn't know how to cycle. =(&lt;br /&gt;Then some people were like staring at me with those eyes. Those wahlau-how-old-liao-still-don't-know-how-to-cycle look.&lt;em&gt; hahaha, thought of the job I had last time, the Heineken Promoter/Redemption job at Simei NTUC. Because they provide us with tee to wear, and there's the 'Heineken' word there. Then when those aunties walk past me, they will like give me those looks, thinking that I'm selling beer at those coffeeshops. -.- heh, but come to think of that job again, learnt quite a lot of things. A lot of things on beer, rather. hahaha, especially those 6 brands of beer under APB.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay, back. Then, my sister met me! hahaha, so she started helping me. She's like holding the bicycle and helping me to balance, then she let go, and I just continued cycling. Like so lol? And I learnt how to cycle within that 5mins. So crap right? hahaha. Good teacher or good student? hahaha, both lah. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But, after the whole cycling thing, I realised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. I don't know how to ride slowly, and brake at the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. I only can cycle straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. I hold the handle damn tight, until there's de handle marks on my hand. And my hands hurt a lot! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hahaha, almost banged a few kids. =x Oops. Almost. Means I haven't bang them. hahaha. Then their parent was like "-their name-, don't cycle in the middle of the road! Move to the side." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because my reaction is very slow, so my brain need to process that I have to press the brake. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And, the people there are like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;They walk at the path for riding bicycles, but we cannot cycle on their path. So the path meant for walking is almost empty! Stupid right. I should bang them! hahaha, jkjk. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Below are some pictures. Didn't put all of them, because I know my face isn't really nice to look at. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214327147158144626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SF0C6eUJhnI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wORZL6dCZ8I/s320/DSC04316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SF0C52EnaVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_FhwKTrpnx4/s1600-h/DSC04310.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214327136355576146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SF0C52EnaVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_FhwKTrpnx4/s320/DSC04310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SF0Cmuz8DwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cjxFhNwKehw/s1600-h/21062008102.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214326807989063426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SF0Cmuz8DwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cjxFhNwKehw/s320/21062008102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SF0CmzEy1xI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BXbl1cz_Rcs/s1600-h/21062008105.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214326809133504274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SF0CmzEy1xI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BXbl1cz_Rcs/s320/21062008105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SF0CnYeT7LI/AAAAAAAAAOc/z-aaREiGXQY/s1600-h/21062008107.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214326819172641970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SF0CnYeT7LI/AAAAAAAAAOc/z-aaREiGXQY/s320/21062008107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SF0CnjaoaMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EOIG8RqwUhk/s1600-h/21062008122.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214326822109997250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SF0CnjaoaMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EOIG8RqwUhk/s320/21062008122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SF0Cn9zrX5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/dVlAM7zBsu0/s1600-h/21062008125.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214326829194370962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SF0Cn9zrX5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/dVlAM7zBsu0/s320/21062008125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;After that, went to buy White Chocolate Mocha from Starbucks. It's nice, but don't really taste very white chocolate. But white chocolate is damn sweet. hahaha, that's why I like it. :D And, the whipped cream is nice! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay, I know my cough isn't going to get better. hahaha, seem to keep drinking cold drinks. But then, cannot really control myself. =( I'll try to control. hahaha. TRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Met my family for dinner at ChongPang. Ate the WanTon Noodle which has damn nice chilli! hahaha. Really love it. It's like out of 5 times I went there, 4 times I ate that! hahaha, it's not easy to find great chilli. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's really nice! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And, I miss the Hokkien Mee from Whampoa! hahaha, it's like don't know how long didnt ate that already! But I don't know where is that place, and that place doesn't seem to be accessible by any bus or train. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hmmm, anyone of you remember de Dove advertisment? hahaha, the song True Colours? Here it is, if you don't rmb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I find part of the lyrics especially nice (those lines that are in &lt;em&gt;italics&lt;/em&gt;). hahaha, people always love the lyrics of a particular song because it has a meaning attached to them, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/P7JFZtKJcN/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/P7JFZtKJcN/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;True Colours&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You with the sad eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't be discouraged, though i realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's hard to take courage in a world, full of people,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you can lose sight of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And the darkness inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;can make you feel so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But I see your true colors, shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I see your true colors, and that's why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So don't be afraid, to let them show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your true colors, true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Are beautiful, like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Show me a smile then, don't be unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can't remember when i last saw you laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If this world makes you crazy and you've taken in all you can bare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You call me up- because you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But I see your true colors, shining through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see your true colors, and that's why I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid, to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors, true colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are beautiful, like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If this world makes you crazy and you take in all you can bare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You call me up- because you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I see your true colors, shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I see your true colors and thats why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your true colors, true colors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;True colors, are shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;True colors and that's why i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your true colors, true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are beautiful, like a rainbow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To be frank, I don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Unlike money, some things cannot be earned back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-669239826179159292?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/669239826179159292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-3173641162287053226</id><published>2008-06-20T23:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:24.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Went to watch CO concert just now. It's de MOE camp one, if i'm not wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah, so all of the performers are secondary school students. Naturally, most of the audience are also secondary school students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Make me feel so old. Not that I look old or what. But it's like the way the students behave, walk, talk, etc, give me a feeling that they're childish. lol, it's not like I'm trying to say I'm matured, just that they seem to do things in a way more childish than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At that point of time, I began to realise something. Something that I've never understood before, but now I manage to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay, let me help YinChow advertise his PA concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahaha, and my blog is lacking of pictures also. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SFvLAESJeNI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3PHdHGAxd7g/s1600-h/The_Enchanting_Journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213984195621779666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SFvLAESJeNI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3PHdHGAxd7g/s320/The_Enchanting_Journey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the poster for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's on 17 August, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Want to watch this concert? Btw, it's a chinese orchestra concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But, don't think chinese music is bad okay? Because, it's not! I'm not biased or what, try listening and you'll know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Furthermore, the theme is Disney!&lt;/span&gt; YAY! Okay, because Disney gives me a very romantic feel. Especially Beauty and the Beast. :D Because that time I went to Disneyland at HongKong, then there's this Disney concert. And the part where Beauty and Beast was dancing is so romantic, the stars at the background and the ambience. *melting* Oops, I'm side-tracking. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SO, anyone wants to watch with me? hee, cause I'm actually interested to watch it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MeiChen? Melanie? Dorothy? QianPink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Or poly friends? hee, let this be your first chinese orchestra concert? Cause I don't think it'll be bad. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or rather, I think it'll be good! :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because the concert is something like a story, linking all the songs together. Interested? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Btw, I have the Passion Card, which means there's 20%! lol, sounds like GSS. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So it's $12 after the discount! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Extremely worth it! Because you're watching with me! hahaha. =x I don't watch concert with just anyone okay. hahaha.&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/3629241266798773703-3173641162287053226?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3173641162287053226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=3173641162287053226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3173641162287053226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3173641162287053226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/went-to-watch-co-concert-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SFvLAESJeNI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3PHdHGAxd7g/s72-c/The_Enchanting_Journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-9012414739625068051</id><published>2008-06-19T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:27:59.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;CLASS OUTING TODAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Current mood: crappy. lol, not feeling this way because of the class outing. But it's because of the train ride home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As usual, thought of lots of things again on the way home. &lt;em&gt;Yeah, what can I do except to have thoughts on my mind? Nothing else to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Feel that, life is about travelling here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everyday, we are moving from place to place, one destination to the other. Again, and again, and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But, this is life. What can we do? &lt;em&gt;Nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay, shall continue with the class outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Met WeeKiong in the morning. But his brother was sick, so he was late. So I went to buy the tickets first, since it's at Marina Square.&lt;br /&gt;When he reached, we went to Suntec City buy his bubble tea. He said his friend recommended to him Honey Milk Tea, and he really loved it. But I didn't drink Honey Milk Tea before, so I don't dare to try. =x Drank Caramel Milk Tea instead, and it's really nice! Tried his Honey Milk Tea, glad that I didn't buy it. hahaha! Cause there's like Jasmine taste inside? lol! I HATE JASMINE! Just like the school's Honeydew Milk Tea, also have the Jasmine taste inside. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Walked to Bugis to meet the rest, and went to buy Wesley's birthday present and all. Then went to City Hall to meet the others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ate Long John Silver at Marina Square, then went to watch Kung Fu Panda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amelia and Vicky didn't join us for the movie, so there's two extra tickets. And the tickets I bought is the whole of Row E (10seats), and part of Row D (7 seats).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, we decided to actually leave out 2 spaces from Row E, so it's like more proportional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hahaha, then the funny thing happen. Cause some of us chose our seats, and there's like 3 tickets left for Row E, and don't know how many from Row D. So, we decided to split de guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So I was like 'in-charge' of Row E, and Jamie is 'in-charge' of Row D. Then I was like "Hey, who wants to sit with me?" "Carmen or Jamie, choose one." hahaha, then Wesley came to join my row, then JJ also came. hahaha. Then I said something like, "Due to popular demand, I shall open up the two seats (which is also the two extra tickets)" hahaha, so bad of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay, I know I'm bad. I didn't say I'm good anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, comments about KungFu Panda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A good cartoon, but not a good comedy. Because it didn't make me laugh at all. lol, the only time I smile/laugh was because Wesley was laughing. hahaha, laughing is contagious. And, his laughter is so funny! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hmmm, about 2.5 stars, if I were to rate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After that, went to arcade. Some played arcade, and some guys pooled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then, went to the open space outside Esplanade to celebrate Wesley's birthday. Not elaborating much, because &lt;em&gt;don't really know what to say?&lt;/em&gt; lol. Words are hard to describe such celebrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Train-ed home after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And the train, make me feel so&lt;em&gt;...emo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lol. I don't think this is an emo feeling. heh. I really don't know what feeling is this called. The feeling I always have, when I don't talk. Because when I'm quiet, I'll start thinking of many many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know how special you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep your words, alright?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Heh, I realised I am right. Really glad to know that I'm right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But, I'm not happy because of the right part, is what I'm right about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Are you trying to tell me something indirectly? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you are, I got it. But if you aren't, then I'm thinking too much. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Unfortunately, I have a feeling that I'm thinking too much. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&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/3629241266798773703-9012414739625068051?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/9012414739625068051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=9012414739625068051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/9012414739625068051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/9012414739625068051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/class-outing-today-d-current-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-865904268727124658</id><published>2008-06-18T16:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:55:32.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Met up for project just now- Wesley, Andre and me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;So after we did what we were supposed to do, we were chatting and Wesley was playing Maple. lol. And, talked about common test again. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I'm really not confident of my results &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; (Read again, it's "at all"). I also don't know why. At first, I had &lt;em&gt;a bit&lt;/em&gt; of confidence for biostats, but the moment I saw the answer sheet, I was like 'Forget it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, stop thinking about it anymore, since it's &lt;strong&gt;over&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I'm &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;looking forward to tml's class outing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Afterall, it's our&lt;em&gt; first class outing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;looking forward to it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm &lt;em&gt;really really&lt;/em&gt; serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall stop being so serious. &lt;em&gt;But, I'm really looking forward to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, it rained just now, or it's still raining. That's why I was drenched when I reached home. Actually, I wanted to wait for the rain to stop. &lt;strong&gt;But, I need the toilet!&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, no choice. Have to go home quickly.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, hope I won't get sick again. Since I had fever, flu and cough last week, and my cough is still here, I think my body will be immune to the fever and flu bacteria. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that I didn't wait for the rain to stop, because it's like never ending. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the rain makes my mood feel so down. I don't know why. But I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when it's raining, I will ask myself a question, "What's the purpose of an umbrella when it doesn't shelter you from the rain?"&lt;br /&gt;And, I finally found the answer today, which is "To get closer to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds a little over-romantic. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Remember those shows where the female lead waits under a shelter for the rain to stop, then the person she love will be somewhere around with an umbrella. So the guy will shelter the girl back home. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is just &lt;em&gt;a show&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A show&lt;/span&gt;. Which means, it'll &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;My thinking seems to be getting more and more naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk about my new phone! lol. I haven't change my phone &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;. (Important word: yet) Which means, I'm changing my phone &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;! (Read again: Soon) Which also means, there's no definite day. Maybe it's a month later. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my contract expires on 23June. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And want to know something real real real stupid? It's really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;The phone that I wanted to change to, which is K850i, is only $98 last week! The price actually dropped so much! But when I checked on Monday again, the price is back to $288.&lt;br /&gt;So lame! There's actually a promotion period! lol. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw another promotion today! It's only $88, but the promotion ends on 20June. -.- I think the Singtel person don't want to let me change my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually, there's another phone that I really like, which is C902. AND AND AND, it is launching soon! hahaha. GREAT RIGHT? hahaha, cause there's like a pre-launch order thing. omg. :D&lt;br /&gt;But, when is soon? Two months later? lol. -.-&lt;br /&gt;And, I think it's sure ex like siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my !Save Money Campaign. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you think it's nice to have de exclaimation before de word save?&lt;/em&gt; hahaha. I think it's very creative of me. =x hahaha! &lt;em&gt;Okay lah, to me it's creative enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much creativity can you expect from a student studying science? &lt;em&gt;Not much.&lt;/em&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm answering and talking to myself. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to save money! Spend like $150 on tees, shorts, belts, shoes, handphone pouch in this two weeks. SAD! Quite heart pain for the handphone pouch, because it's $15! lol, but I really like it. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to me, $150 is really a lot, because it's my own money! And, I'm not rich. &lt;strong&gt;Or rather, I am poor.&lt;/strong&gt; lol. Yeah, I should really stop shopping already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!Save Money campaign.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise, I love to self-entertain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a clown. &lt;em&gt;Great career, huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, that's the reason why I don't laugh while watching comedies. I'm a bigger joke. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope KungFu Panda tomorrow will be nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;Please, make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I've typed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Really a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really self-entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;Is there a job as a self-entertainer? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS!&lt;br /&gt;Just that, they have a different name.&lt;br /&gt;They are called lecturers instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! So true right?&lt;br /&gt;Because they are like yakking and blabbering non-stop, when no one is listening.&lt;br /&gt;YES! This is what I call SELF-ENTERTAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall stop crapping.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't think anyone will be able to finish reading every single word of this post. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except for you. If you finish this post before reading this paragraph, you know, you're the one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:D Am I crapping now or being serious? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Make a guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hahaha, actually I don't know. lol.&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/3629241266798773703-865904268727124658?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/865904268727124658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=865904268727124658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/865904268727124658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/865904268727124658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/met-up-for-project-just-now-wesley.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-7447043122390491706</id><published>2008-06-15T12:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:23:10.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Death, is just a step away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's why, we don't have to bother to think how to die. Because it's very easy to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rather, we have to think how to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How to actually continue living, because it's hard to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You cannot choose how long you want to live, but you can choose when you want to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm blogging about death stuffs, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe, there's a reason why humans aren't cold-blooded. Humans cry, all the time. It's whether they show it out or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm trying hard, not to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But, it's really hard. Or, am I not trying hard enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess, it's time for everything to end. Because I'm not a superwoman, who can handle everything so well. I don't know how to balance different things. And if I don't give them up, everything will soon fall and topple down, crushing me to death.&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/3629241266798773703-7447043122390491706?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/7447043122390491706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=7447043122390491706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/7447043122390491706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/7447043122390491706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/death-is-just-step-away.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-2864058226841755003</id><published>2008-06-12T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:08:00.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Some inspiring quotes from the camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"It's not what we do that speaks loud, it's what we don't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"75% of the spoken word is never heard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"We can never walk alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"No one wants to die, but death is a destination everyone will reach."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Albert Einstein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Although I am rejected, I am still in love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"The purest kind of love, are hidden acts of kindness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Small people talk about other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Average people talk about things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Great people talk about vision and hope."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-2864058226841755003?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2864058226841755003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=2864058226841755003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2864058226841755003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2864058226841755003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-inspiting-quotes-fromt-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-2442216399776753490</id><published>2008-06-12T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:52:47.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 7.25pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Carmen Chow&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: Two&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: One&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: About 6.&lt;br /&gt;Height: The number isn't impt, since I'm short anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: Woodlands/Admiralty&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks: Quite a number of them like coffee, ice lemon tea, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: Century Egg porridge.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: No.&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: No.&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: No.&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: Which room? Bedroom? blue walls.&lt;br /&gt;What’s right beside you: Paper and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: Rice plus plus plus, for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Ever had ...Chicken pox, sore throat, stitches: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever had Broken nose: No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: Yes, but they don't last long.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like picnics: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Who was/were the last person/people you danced with: ehh, have I even dance before? =x&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: When was my last smile? lol.&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled: I don't yell. hahaha. =x&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ... ..Kissed anyone? Other than my brother, nope. It's more of people kissing me. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;What’s under your bed: Floor&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: I don't hate people. If I really dislike them, I'll just forget that they exist.&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now? 7.33pm&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often: I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Are your toe nails painted: No.&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: Am I so cheap? -.-&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now: Red.&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7:00 p.m. yesterday: Having my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;When did you cry last: I don't really rmb? hahaha, cause I don't like to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person: I guess so?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets: No.&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now: If I'm not wrong, should be at that place? hahaha, better don't say out the place if not it's like so obvious. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now? Yes, my camp friends who have the same thoughts as me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on: No, I'm environmentally-friendly. lol.&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now: Answering the questions and listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window: No.&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth: Yes, I rather get hurt once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving: Not really, but depends who the person is.&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father: About the same for both.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of: I guess is my friends? They made me cry. =x&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you’ve really loved: Many, I don't have the number.&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy: No.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to: Myself.&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time: Quiet, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident: Quite.&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago: 1. Laughed 2. Talked 3. Played 4. Studied. 5.Ate&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today: 1. Wait for 10pm, and sleep. 2.Eat my medicine. 3. Daydream 4.Stare and stone. 5.Have a great sleep.&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire: 1.Do some charity. 2.Give my parents. 3. Treat my family to a nice meal. 4.Go out with my friends. 5. Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits: 1.Think too much. 2.Critical in small little stuffs. 3.Too blunt sometimes. 4.Don't look far. 5.Don't have my own opinion sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived in: 1.My home. 2.Chalet. 3.The Loft 4.Hotel 5.Resort&lt;br /&gt;Jobs I’ve had: Promoter/Redemption.&lt;br /&gt;5people I tag: Anyone. I don't force. hahaha. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-2442216399776753490?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2442216399776753490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=2442216399776753490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2442216399776753490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2442216399776753490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/learnt-some-meaningful-and-inspiring.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-6976464474750289438</id><published>2008-06-12T10:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'M FINALLY BACK FROM TDP CAMP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So let me blog briefly what we did over the few days. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Started with the DISC test. Some of you may heard about it, it's something like a test to see what kind of person you are. And from there, we should try to accept and adapt to people with different personalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, I'm actually a high C person. And some of the characteristics include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- detail-orientated, like numbers, statistics and facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- good control of my emotions, so I don't show out my emotions easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- choose my words carefully, and consider consequences from all angles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- cautious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- private, don't like sharing how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- objective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So I shall just skip that part and move on. The place that we're staying is The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Loft@94"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Loft@94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;, which is actually at the other side of the school. You know there's an overhead bridge around the SOE? Yeah, cross the bridge and there is it. And it's also part of NgeeAnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AND AND AND, the place is like so nice! It's actually a three/four-room flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210811290716105346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SFCFQsa6aoI/AAAAAAAAANc/kw1UBGC2MFA/s320/DSC04301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210811286747670402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SFCFQdow54I/AAAAAAAAANU/e1r4QEQafFM/s320/DSC04300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kitchen. And there's even microwave and fridge! See that door behind? It's the balcony, and there's even washing machine over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210815012847103442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SFCIpWcGLdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/5fPP-hxXUu4/s320/DSC04305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Toilet. It's like soooooo much nicer than the toilet in my house! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210811524798665538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SFCFeUci00I/AAAAAAAAANs/zzEUIweRmRg/s320/DSC04304.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The room that I slept in, and my roommate is Xanier! hahaha. =D And, it's air-conditioned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210811523135122674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SFCFeOP7LPI/AAAAAAAAANk/eXoaLJT5MNY/s320/DSC04303.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The celling! hahaha, it's like decorated! omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room that we slept in, the theme is orange, &lt;em&gt;isn't it obvious? lol&lt;/em&gt;. And the other room is red, and the masterbed room is green., like WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SFCFNZki-uI/AAAAAAAAANE/y8nYCBGHKjs/s1600-h/DSC04298.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210811234116631266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SFCFNZki-uI/AAAAAAAAANE/y8nYCBGHKjs/s320/DSC04298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SFCFQIbWcPI/AAAAAAAAANM/RSAVDnHiuDM/s1600-h/DSC04299.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210811281054265586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SFCFQIbWcPI/AAAAAAAAANM/RSAVDnHiuDM/s320/DSC04299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is the clock! Isn't it so artistic? hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210811225026885874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SFCFM3tYePI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rv3X5U_Diug/s320/DSC04297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is our welcome basket! hahaha, everyone has a cup noodle, bread, coffee, tea, milo each! And there's biscuits and potato chips to share. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we went back and had all the activities again. We're at OurSpace most of the time, and I didnt bring my jacket along. And it's like quite cold. Then, we also kept eating Mentos to keep ourselves awake. It's like eating and eating non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And the person told us that we won't be sleeping early! hahaha. At first I thought it's like 5am then let us sleep. hahaha. But the activities ended about 2am, and I ended up sleeping around 3am.&lt;br /&gt;But they were nice people, because we had to meet like 10am. hahaha, but I didnt had a good sleep. =( Woke up at 4am, 5am, 6am. lol, and decided not to sleep at 6am. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let me skip all boring ones, and zoom in to the nice one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lunch time, everyone was given a card, A, B or C, and I got B. Those who had A had a three-course meal each, B had a packet lunch each, and C had to share three lofts of bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But in the end, those in A and B gave their food to C, cause we felt really guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But, I really learnt a lot from this activity. Too much to write out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night time was concert night. FUN! All the screaming and shouting. I was like coughing but then the atmosphere is so high, hahaha. So I just screamed and shout. hahaha. Everything ended at 10 plus, and I slept at 11 plus. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I thought I can have a good sleep because we were supposed to meet at 9am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then, the facilitators woke us up at 4.30am telling us that our friends are missing. lol, then we have to like follow the clues and look for them. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fast forward. And it's time to go home! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But when I returned home, I realised that I had a fever. lol. Cause I didnt know during camp, so just played and played. lol. And I'm really sick now- fever, cough, sore throat, flu. And the stupid thing is my stomach hurts when I cough, so weird right? But, I can't control when to cough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SIAN! I need some miracle pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall upload the other group pictures when I get hold of them. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-6976464474750289438?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/6976464474750289438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=6976464474750289438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6976464474750289438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6976464474750289438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-finally-back-from-tdp-camp-so-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SFCFQsa6aoI/AAAAAAAAANc/kw1UBGC2MFA/s72-c/DSC04301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-983652439676799466</id><published>2008-06-08T17:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:04:57.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Last post before going for camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Went out just now, and ate at GimTin Restaurant to celebrate my dad's birthday plus Fathers' Day. hahaha. And, was full like mad. lol. Nothing much to really elaborate. Because the main thing that we did, was to eat. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Feeling really tired, for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just want, to lean on your shoulder. Because I know, I'll feel safe enough to rely on you.&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/3629241266798773703-983652439676799466?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/983652439676799466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=983652439676799466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/983652439676799466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/983652439676799466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-post-before-going-for-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-4253304039679900553</id><published>2008-06-07T23:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:27.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went shopping with my sisters at Orchard today. And it's like, I've already bought 3 shirts and 1 shorts after shopping on Friday and today. SIAN!! I'M GOING BROKE! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So let me have some self control and stop buying things! omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then, met MeiChen, Melanie and YinChow for dinner and watched SYCO's concert. Hmm, overall it's okay. Just like other CO concerts. =x hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And here are some pics taken on the mrt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SEqri6JHYxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/wc6HV8nAaHA/s1600-h/DSC04293.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209164535218791186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SEqri6JHYxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/wc6HV8nAaHA/s320/DSC04293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; YinChow zi lian-ing. hahaha. But then, I think the effect is really nice. :D Maybe it's because of the streetlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SEqrju8hzKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CDmL3JY-wG8/s1600-h/DSC04294.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209164549393075362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SEqrju8hzKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CDmL3JY-wG8/s320/DSC04294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SEqrj5gt8wI/AAAAAAAAAMk/a84udiACBQM/s1600-h/DSC04295.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209164552229221122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SEqrj5gt8wI/AAAAAAAAAMk/a84udiACBQM/s320/DSC04295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SEqrkTDFEyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LLvBZMZblUE/s1600-h/DSC04296.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209164559084229410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SEqrkTDFEyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LLvBZMZblUE/s320/DSC04296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Carmen, MeiChen, Melanie, YinChow. hahaha. The only three pictures that we took. Cause the mrt is like so packed, and it's hard to take pictures. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SEqrkpVqvBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9-i2DBS4ZuM/s1600-h/DSC04288.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209164565067774994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SEqrkpVqvBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9-i2DBS4ZuM/s320/DSC04288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Lastly, a picture of me! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, my camp is coming! And I really wonder what type of games will they have for us. Hope they won't have those games like, I have to climb to the top and fall back, just to show that I trust my group members. lol, it's not that I don't trust them, rather, I'm scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what I want to say is that I'm timid and don't dare to play such games. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAVE A WEAK HEART AND MAY DIE ANYTIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha, I don't want to die in this camp! =x hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm really trying my best to stay optimistic. I'm trying to hope for the best. When you're feeling sad, you didn't realise that I felt something worse. And, I really don't want to get this feeling, again.&lt;br /&gt;I will try my best to help you, all the way.&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/3629241266798773703-4253304039679900553?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/4253304039679900553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=4253304039679900553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/4253304039679900553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/4253304039679900553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/went-shopping-with-my-sisters-at.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SEqri6JHYxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/wc6HV8nAaHA/s72-c/DSC04293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-4050377979874617133</id><published>2008-06-07T09:19:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:59:09.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In love with this song currently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe this is what happens when love turns sour. Just because you're in love with him/her, you don't mind being labelled as the one who destroyed the relationship, although you still love him/her all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And, you know that there's no point asking him/her to stay, because you know that it will never feel the same again. The phrasing in English seems so weird. hahaha, lack of words to use. The meaning in chinese is something like 挽留他还有什么意思呢？因为你已经知道下一个拥抱再也不温暖了，他脸上的微笑也不会因为你而出现。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friends can become lovers, but lovers can never become friends anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay, I shall stop crapping so much already, Enjoy the song! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/HS4M79OKGm/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/HS4M79OKGm/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="340" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;吴克群- 越爱越难过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;说 说你为什么 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;为什么要走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;说你为何要分手 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;别拖 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;求你别软弱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;求你说出口 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;分手的理由 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;但你却拖 拖 拖 拖到什么时候 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;如果要走却又为何停留 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;请你别拖 拖 拖 大声的说出口 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;请你要痛就痛给我个快活 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;如果说你要走 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我不会留&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我不去管以后 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;然后我们说清楚 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;一句话就够 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;如果说你要走 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我不会留&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我不去管以后 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;多么痛 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;多么的难过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;别越爱越难过 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do Do Re Re Mi Mi Re Do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do Do Re Mi Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;说 说你为什么 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;为什么要走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;说你为何要分手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;别拖 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;求你别软弱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;求你说出口 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;分手的理由&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;但你还拖 拖 拖 拖到什么时候 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;如果要走却又为何停留&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;请你别拖 拖 拖 大声的说出口&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;请你要痛就痛给我个快活&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;如果说你要走 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我不会留&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我不去管以后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;然后我们说清楚 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;一句话就够&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;如果说你要走 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我不会留&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我不去管以后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;多么痛 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;多么的难过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;别越爱越难过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;然后连话都不说 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;继续沉默 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;连朋友都没得作 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;为了什么 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;然后跟别人说你其实还是爱我 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;就算了吧 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;坏人我来做 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;如果说你要走 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我不会留&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我不去管以后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;然后我们说清楚 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;一句话就够&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;如果说你要走 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我不会留&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;我不去管以后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;多么痛 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;多么的难过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;别越爱越难过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do Do Re Re Mi Mi Re Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do Do Re Mi Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-4050377979874617133?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/4050377979874617133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=4050377979874617133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/4050377979874617133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/4050377979874617133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-love-with-this-song-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-1063549373879621282</id><published>2008-06-05T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:33:40.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Isn't it great if we can know when we will die?&lt;br /&gt;Because it's like, death is something so unpredictable. And suddenly, without us realising, it's game over for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that we should live our lives to the fullest each day, so we'll not regret even if we die. But, how can we actually live everyday as if it's the last day of our life?&lt;br /&gt;If today is the last day of my life, I'll skip school and do all the things I really like. But is it possible to do that? Afterall I may not die today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just realised, I've many things left undone, and there's many things that I will like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I die,&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell my family, friends and all people that I love, that I love them very much.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a family of my own, have children and be a good wife.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch the sunset and sunrise with the person I love.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to a country during winter.&lt;br /&gt;I want to take the Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;I want to try out different type of wines, and learn how to appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn how to drink and differentiate what is rum, vodka, wine, champagne, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I want to enter a casino and see how is it like.&lt;br /&gt;I want to understand how different people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, there's many many things that I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对我而言，我会选择先苦后甜的生活。但是，我好害怕在我能享受所有甜的滋味之前，我就已不在这世界上了。&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I'm scared of death. But, it's going to happen, sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-1063549373879621282?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1063549373879621282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=1063549373879621282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1063549373879621282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1063549373879621282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/isnt-it-great-if-we-can-know-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-6931567373204750225</id><published>2008-06-04T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:44:43.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm learning how to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Learning how to accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Learning how to adapt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Learning how to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Learning how to see, what I want to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Learning how to stay optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Learning how to believe in hopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Learning how to believe that miracles still exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;虽然事情还没成为定局，但是我又能做什么呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-6931567373204750225?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/6931567373204750225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=6931567373204750225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6931567373204750225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6931567373204750225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-learning-how-to-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-1624245738427388392</id><published>2008-06-02T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:01:04.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thinking of the phrase "Forgive and Forget". Somehow, I don't think I'll be able to do it in my lifetime. To me, what's the point of forgiving if you don't change? But, if you're willing to change, then maybe I will. After all, I've forgiven before. =D hahaha. But then, I cannot forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;人人常说，快乐不是得到的多，而是计较的少。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;那么，我不就是一个很不快乐的人吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How much are you willing to change for the person you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To some, if you really love a person, you're willing to change. But then, isn't love about compromising? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe changing a small little flaw is alright. But, what about bad habits. Afterall, old habits die hard. And, how much can we actually change? Are we still ourselves after all the changes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you're not yourself when you're with the person you love, will you still be happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe, love's too complicated for me to accept and understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't know why, but the moment I flip my notes, I'll start daydreaming. Thinking of anything I can think of, except studies. =( And, common test is tomorrow. Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have to return school later just to submit the form for the camp that I have from 9- 11 June. But, the camp sounds scary to me. It's called Talent Development Programme. Sounds so lol? hahaha, and if I didnt turn up on that day, I will have to pay NP $800! omg. That's the fee per person for the camp, that is fully paid by NP. lol, this means that I'll have to crawl to school even if I'm sick or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-1624245738427388392?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1624245738427388392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=1624245738427388392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1624245738427388392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1624245738427388392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/thinking-of-phrase-forgive-and-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-448684383017042693</id><published>2008-05-30T23:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:21:45.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Although &lt;em&gt;Air Supply&lt;/em&gt; is quite an old band, I still think their songs are great, especially their lyrics. :D h&lt;em&gt;ahaha, don't worry, I'm in the right generation. -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I'll put two of their great songs on my blog. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9RjxsIyON4/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9RjxsIyON4/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Air Supply- Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can see the pain living in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And i know how hard you try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You deserve to have so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can feel your heart and i sympathize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And i'll never criticize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;all you've ever meant to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't want to let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't want to lead you on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't want to hold you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;From where you might belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You would never ask me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My heart is so disguised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just can't live a lie anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I would rather hurt myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Than to ever make you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There's nothing left to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You deserve the chance at the kind of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm not sure i'm worthy of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Losing you is painful to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't want to let you down&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lead you on&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hold you back&lt;br /&gt;From where you might belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You would never ask me why&lt;br /&gt;My heart is so disguised&lt;br /&gt;I just can't live a lie anymore&lt;br /&gt;I would rather hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;Than to ever make you cry&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;but good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you would never ask me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My heart is so disguised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just can't live a lie anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I would rather hurt myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Than to ever make you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There's nothing left to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though it's gonna hurt us both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There's no other way than to say good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1x9zcK7mp-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1x9zcK7mp-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Air Supply- Making Love Out of Nothing At All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know just how to whisper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I know just how to cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know just where to find the answers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I know just how to lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know just how to fake it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I know just how to scheme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know just when to face the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And then I know just when to dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I know just where to touch you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I know just what to prove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know when to pull you closer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I know when to let you loose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I know the night is fading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I know the time's gonna fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I'm never gonna tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everything I gotta tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I know I gotta give it a try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I know the roads to riches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I know the ways to fame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know all the rules &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I know how to break 'em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I always know the name of the game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I don't know how to leave you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I'll never let you fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I don't know how you do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everytime I see you all the rays of the sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Are streaming through the waves in your hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Like a spotlight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And it's looking for a rhythm like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can take the darkness from the pit of the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've gotta follow it 'cause everything I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well it's nothing till I give it to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can make the runner stumble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can make the final block &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can make all the stadiums rock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can make tonight forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Or I can make it disappear by the dawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can make you every promise that has ever been made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can make all your demons be gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I'm never gonna make it without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do you really want to see me crawl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I'm never gonna make it like you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making love, Out of nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-448684383017042693?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/448684383017042693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=448684383017042693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/448684383017042693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/448684383017042693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/05/although-air-supply-is-quite-old-band-i.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-5250344036211724399</id><published>2008-05-29T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:56:46.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had a great &lt;em&gt;tuan yuan fan&lt;/em&gt; with part of the class today. hahaha. and everyone is like so high. lol, esp Andre. -.- hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then the yong tou fu &lt;em&gt;shuai ge&lt;/em&gt; also so high. lol, at first when he was joking I was like so shocked. hahaha. Wonder what happened to everyone today. hahaha. all turning mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AND, I realised quite a number of people in our class thinks the same! hahaha, i think that's our class's class spirit! hahaha! This is like a virus spreading to more and more people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First, I thought it was only me. Then, during one IS lesson, I realised I was wrong! hahaha. Then, I thought only some of the girls think this way, but I was wrong again today! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay, I think I shouldn't start elaborating. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't want to dirty my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That expression on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-5250344036211724399?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/5250344036211724399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=5250344036211724399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5250344036211724399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5250344036211724399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/05/had-great-tuan-yuan-fan-with-part-of.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-4348461875202727301</id><published>2008-05-28T18:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:27.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Took some pictures with some of the girls in class today, during the 5hours break in the library. hahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SD036C8PsXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y67j56Slg-g/s1600-h/DSC01821.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205378214671659378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SD036C8PsXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y67j56Slg-g/s320/DSC01821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Geraldine, Carmen, Heidi, Jessica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SD036i8PsYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/K6Pc9K9vyi4/s1600-h/DSC01823.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205378223261593986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SD036i8PsYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/K6Pc9K9vyi4/s320/DSC01823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Geraldine, Carmen, Fion, Heidi, Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;Burst into laughter while taking this picture. &lt;em&gt;Isn't it pretty obvious?&lt;/em&gt; hahaha. Cause WeeKiong was using Jessica's phone and ph was using his phone to take this picture. But then, I feel so paiseh, cause 2 person take picture. hahaha, then I say we're like models. =x &lt;em&gt;hahaha, I know I'm not. -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SD036i8PsZI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZEAJP2OkPgE/s1600-h/DSC01824.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205378223261594002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SD036i8PsZI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZEAJP2OkPgE/s320/DSC01824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Carmen, Geraldine, Fion, Heidi, Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;See a difference in this picture? hahaha, I'M STANDING BEHIND! :DD lol, trying to act tall. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205417389068366242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SD1biS8PsaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OjYnBI9vMec/s320/DSC04220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Geraldine, Carmen.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, ugly picture of us opening our mouth BIG! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;paiseh Geraldine, forgot this picture! hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, maybe should take more photos with more of my poly friends! :D at least a photo with every single friend? hahaha, since time pass so fast, isn't it great to have pictures as memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I say, that's the truth?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to carry on listening, but then I chose not to. Because I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise, I realised nothing. Maybe, things are better this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-4348461875202727301?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/4348461875202727301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=4348461875202727301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/4348461875202727301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/4348461875202727301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/05/took-some-pictures-with-some-of-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SD036C8PsXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y67j56Slg-g/s72-c/DSC01821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-5198499750484769568</id><published>2008-05-26T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:13:11.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Please tell me that you're lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I guess, it's either now or never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Choose the path of extreme sadness, or extreme happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Then again, there's no absolute in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;lol, why am I thinking of such a question, when I don't have the right to choose at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sometimes, I feel that the world is changing far too fast for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Or rather, I'm the slow one. Because, I don't feel like changing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried opening my eyes to see everything I can, but I was blinded instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;你常常说，我很天真。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;那是因为你了解我，还是对我的了解不够深呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;说真的，我发现我不怎么了解我自己。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;或许，选择逃避，就是失去自己的开始。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;我真的有那么天真吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;只有爱自己的人，才有资格去爱别人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-5198499750484769568?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/5198499750484769568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=5198499750484769568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5198499750484769568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5198499750484769568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/05/please-tell-me-that-youre-lying.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-6656127489173326656</id><published>2008-05-25T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:43:09.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Opportunity don't come knocking twice. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is what I told myself when I self-destruct my first opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lol, this sounds so crappy, but it's the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't know what I'm doing either. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess my trying not to give myself too much hope, because I'm scared of disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-6656127489173326656?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/6656127489173326656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=6656127489173326656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6656127489173326656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/6656127489173326656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/05/opportunity-dont-come-knocking-twice.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-4512693468894483867</id><published>2008-05-20T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:55:59.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm feeling so damn useless, for not being able to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for not being able to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm deeply sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know saying this isn't of any use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But, no other words can really represent what I feel like saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Let's hope this emotion will die off soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Like a domino, it doesn't stop there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-4512693468894483867?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-3073683934824361742</id><published>2008-05-20T08:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:16:06.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Realised something, life is full of waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For me, it's like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;waiting for 913 to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;waiting for the bus to reach Woodlands Interchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;waiting for the shuttle bus to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;waiting for the bus to reach NP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;waiting for friend to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;waiting for lessons to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;waiting for lessons to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;waiting for the next lesson to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the list goes on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If only, I can combine all the waiting time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then I'll have at least 8 to 10 hours of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because last night, I went to my bed at 10.30am, but ended up sleeping at only 12plus. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's alright to wait for something you know will come, but what about those which you're unsure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is that worth the wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm afraid to leave, because I'm afraid it will come the moment I leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But then, I know that if it's not meant for me, even if I wait for a lifetime, it will never come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-3073683934824361742?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3073683934824361742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=3073683934824361742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3073683934824361742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/3073683934824361742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/05/realised-something-life-is-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-5249578045517574127</id><published>2008-05-18T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:55:08.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If a person dares to admit that he's a coward, so is he actually brave in a sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But then, how can a coward be brave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oxymorons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why do people like to assume things, instead of asking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-5249578045517574127?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/5249578045517574127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=5249578045517574127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5249578045517574127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/5249578045517574127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-person-dares-to-admit-that-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-8886603799501414642</id><published>2008-05-17T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:22:16.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I really wonder why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;when I tried to think things simply, it became complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But when I tried pushing my thoughts a little complex, things weren't the same anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I couldn't understand anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I couldn't understand why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I couldn't understand how things are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I couldn't understand what's in your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So what if I bothered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So what if I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So what if I tried to help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;There's nothing I can do or say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Because I still don't understand the thoughts in your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;oblivious to the love showered on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Forget it, because I know you won't be seeing this post at all. Even if you've seen it, probably you don't even know that I'm refering to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-8886603799501414642?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8886603799501414642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=8886603799501414642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8886603799501414642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/8886603799501414642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-really-wonder-why-when-i-tried-to.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-2739247654555331267</id><published>2008-05-16T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:27.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SCz-rOtPMGI/AAAAAAAAALs/4b_62uqrito/s1600-h/chilli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200811688341745762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SCz-rOtPMGI/AAAAAAAAALs/4b_62uqrito/s320/chilli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nothing much to say, but then this is a picture of chilli sauce with Sprite on top. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, don't feel like typing anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/3629241266798773703-2739247654555331267?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2739247654555331267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=2739247654555331267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2739247654555331267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/2739247654555331267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/05/nothing-much-to-say-but-then-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzavoDDoxHA/SCz-rOtPMGI/AAAAAAAAALs/4b_62uqrito/s72-c/chilli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629241266798773703.post-1395755844247987417</id><published>2008-05-15T08:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:17:36.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have we actually wondered about the stars in the sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just a small amount of light they're giving off, but then, it's so visible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But the sad thing is, by the time that we realised the presence of the star, probably the star is already gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe, we are just like that. We actually need a couple of years to actually realise simple things around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then again, stargazing is such a romantic, yet boring activity. It really depends who you are with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;旁观者清，当局者迷。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How true is this phrase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The person involved maybe probably be blinded. But then, the person will actually know some facts that is unaware by outsiders. So even if he/she is blinded, what he/she say is actually more true. Isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's such a lame excuse, but I guess you were not able to see through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629241266798773703-1395755844247987417?l=mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1395755844247987417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629241266798773703&amp;postID=1395755844247987417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1395755844247987417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629241266798773703/posts/default/1395755844247987417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameiscarmen.blogspot.com/2008/05/have-we-actually-wondered-about-stars.html' title=''/><author><name>someoneoutthere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415580552748615673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
