<?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-6640050</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:20:46.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Leaf In The Falling Snow</title><subtitle type='html'>The Story Of An Unique Leaf</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-112037484643368443</id><published>2005-07-03T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T15:14:06.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wun be posting anything here anymore... actually i prefer writing on paper than here.. rem i like this song by usher 'Burn'..? u shd try listening to it too... take care all... anything call/sms me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-112037484643368443?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/112037484643368443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/112037484643368443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112037484643368443' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-111961463994560148</id><published>2005-06-24T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:03:59.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's not the same anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-111961463994560148?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/111961463994560148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/111961463994560148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111961463994560148' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-111509277341705210</id><published>2005-05-03T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T12:01:50.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>03/05/05 4.00am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: wat time u wanna wake up later?&lt;br /&gt;D: 11am (playing game)&lt;br /&gt;C: u sure u can wake up?&lt;br /&gt;D: yea&lt;br /&gt;C: u noe at time now anot?&lt;br /&gt;D: yea&lt;br /&gt;C: yea... (dozes off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My typical dom-ard day starts with..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03/05/05 11.00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: 11 liao... wake up&lt;br /&gt;D: wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15mins later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: hey 11.15 liao... wake up!&lt;br /&gt;D: duo yi xia!&lt;br /&gt;C: duo yi xia is how long?&lt;br /&gt;D: 11.30&lt;br /&gt;C: damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03/05/05 11.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: 11.30 le... u gonna wake up?&lt;br /&gt;D: aiya! wait la!&lt;br /&gt;C: grumbles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03/05/05 12.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's still aslp... fuck it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-111509277341705210?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/111509277341705210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/111509277341705210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111509277341705210' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-111509143802917677</id><published>2005-05-03T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T11:58:35.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally out on the 1st may... that damn H.H.Tan... staying at home. mc till 25th...but gotta get job asap else die of hunger...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-111509143802917677?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/111509143802917677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/111509143802917677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111509143802917677' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-111380015063969428</id><published>2005-04-18T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:57:37.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last week of work @ Chai Chee, night shifts. shd be staying @ bedok for the rest of the week. i already dun feel like going coz i really hate night shifts. but just have to finish it. next week going on hiatus, anyone looking for me leave me a sms. i'll reply asap when i come back. oh and the library book i just rtned it, if they need me to pay for the torn pages, they'll contact me wun they? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-111380015063969428?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/111380015063969428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/111380015063969428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111380015063969428' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-111323693407679423</id><published>2005-04-12T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:32:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time no blog.. life is so full of decision-making, it happens almost every hour if not every min (unless you can decide what you wanna dream abt tonight).. and i just hate making choices. have finally tendered my resignation to DBS and my last day would be 24th this mth. there's gonna be new job (most probably in a new field), new after-work activities and maybe studies will come into place as well. and before that i need to go through some things that i least expect they would occur to me. and blame on my current job, yea, now, this job.. causing more than enough trouble than anything else could. my health's going down as my career here come to an end (soon). i'm just feeling a little lost.. but i guess after i take up a new job, everything else shd fall nicely into place. pls do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell! cheddar loves chewing.. just recently she even gnawed on a library bk i borrowed. thanks to her i may need to pay the library for it. i swear i'll tear her apart if she does that again... yea yea... me and my bullshits.. BUT it's making me soooo angry when she does that, including things like socks, newspapers, magazines and THE floor mat. ya, i did give her toys.. duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog again when i am up and settled with my new job (no luck confirming a position yet at the moment).. chill guys.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-111323693407679423?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/111323693407679423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/111323693407679423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111323693407679423' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-111024798975887686</id><published>2005-03-08T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T10:13:09.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Switching job soon, getting too sick for customer service or maybe the long long journey is making me tired. &lt;br /&gt;Its a hard task to start studying again.&lt;br /&gt;The dogs are getting bigger, but getting smelly just becoz someone's not bathing them, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate pple not keeping promises, or just not keeping their word. Breakfast? Like real. Going clubbing with me? Talk c**k.&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that i need company alot, just when i was slping, pple refuses to slp, and when i wake up, voila!.. I'm alone coz pple's slping.&lt;br /&gt;And this year must be jinxed. At least for me it is. Alot of accidents since this year started and i foresee more upcoming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-111024798975887686?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/111024798975887686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/111024798975887686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111024798975887686' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-110818557542289747</id><published>2005-02-12T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T13:29:42.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/torinaura/1094862204_tness-Eien.jpg" border="0" alt="eien?"&gt;&lt;br&gt;the sad teen.  Everything in life is f*ckin'&lt;br&gt;miserable.  You constantly look over your&lt;br&gt;shoulder and wonder who is judging you...even&lt;br&gt;when you are alone.  So naturally, you have&lt;br&gt;become a little paranoid and pessamistic.  Your&lt;br&gt;personality can be one demensional but&lt;br&gt;confusing.  You are constantly bored with life&lt;br&gt;and wish that something could spice it up.  You&lt;br&gt;have a unique view on life and have identified&lt;br&gt;the problems with school society  (Ex...what&lt;br&gt;makes popular people, how the student mind&lt;br&gt;works...) You would rather be alone because you&lt;br&gt;hate being hurt.  You tend to think that no one&lt;br&gt;understands you, not even your parents /&lt;br&gt;guardians / friends.  But that is just the&lt;br&gt;opposite!  The people who love you want to&lt;br&gt;help, but they don't know how because they have&lt;br&gt;a feeling that they will say something wrong&lt;br&gt;and turn you away.  You have to let them know&lt;br&gt;that you are willing to hear what they have to&lt;br&gt;say...and it might do some good to listen to&lt;br&gt;them. &lt;P&gt; Some fields you might consider going&lt;br&gt;in when you are older...Judge, author,&lt;br&gt;songwriter, producer, therapist, psychologist,&lt;br&gt;philosopher, or forensic scientist.  You need a&lt;br&gt;job where you can express yourself and your&lt;br&gt;views on life.  Or you need a field where you&lt;br&gt;can judge others and predict what is going on&lt;br&gt;in others life.  Either way... you have the&lt;br&gt;personality to get you a good job that will&lt;br&gt;support you throughout life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/torinaura/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20teenager%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of teenager are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061402253_ktopdeath2.jpg" border="0" alt="mors"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Of%20The%20Greek%20Gods%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075171798_izzesWater.jpg" border="0" alt="Water"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your element is Water: Understanding, intelligent,&lt;br&gt;quiet and calm. You know who you are and no one&lt;br&gt;can change that. Usually quiet but only because&lt;br&gt;your listening, don't let anyone think you&lt;br&gt;haven't got an opinion! Your not quiet because&lt;br&gt;your shy or sad, your usually quiet because&lt;br&gt;your thinking. Your answers are well planned&lt;br&gt;and helpful so people generally seek your&lt;br&gt;advice. Your the perfect balance between&lt;br&gt;solitary and outgoing. But sometimes you need a&lt;br&gt;little time to yourself to sort out your&lt;br&gt;emotions and figure things out. You understand&lt;br&gt;the phrase 'sticks and stone' and rarely let&lt;br&gt;things get to you, whats that important for you&lt;br&gt;to have to get so upset over? You know what you&lt;br&gt;want out of life but are simply taking your&lt;br&gt;time and enjoying things. To you your life is&lt;br&gt;fine as it is, you can always change things&lt;br&gt;later if your not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.%3A-%7CWhat%20is%20your%20true%20element%3F%7C-%3A.%20-With%20Anime%20Pictures%20and%20detailed%20answers-/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;.:-|What is your true element?|-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-110818557542289747?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/110818557542289747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/110818557542289747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110818557542289747' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-110206139109255058</id><published>2004-12-03T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T16:09:51.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i value most is time, but he doesnt. that's bad.. really bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-110206139109255058?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/110206139109255058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/110206139109255058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110206139109255058' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-110096362107571335</id><published>2004-11-20T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T23:13:41.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you&lt;br /&gt;laugh.&lt;br /&gt;You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes&lt;br /&gt;and a couple&lt;br /&gt;of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and&lt;br /&gt;ask "How could&lt;br /&gt;you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a&lt;br /&gt;bellyrub. My&lt;br /&gt;housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you&lt;br /&gt;were terribly&lt;br /&gt;busy, but we worked on that together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not&lt;br /&gt;be any&lt;br /&gt;more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car&lt;br /&gt;rides, stops&lt;br /&gt;for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad&lt;br /&gt;for dogs" you&lt;br /&gt;said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come&lt;br /&gt;home at the&lt;br /&gt;end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your&lt;br /&gt;career, and&lt;br /&gt;more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently,&lt;br /&gt;comforted&lt;br /&gt;you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you&lt;br /&gt;about bad&lt;br /&gt;decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you&lt;br /&gt;fell in&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I&lt;br /&gt;welcomed her into our&lt;br /&gt;home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy&lt;br /&gt;because you&lt;br /&gt;were happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;mother&lt;br /&gt;them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I&lt;br /&gt;spent&lt;br /&gt;most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh,&lt;br /&gt;how I&lt;br /&gt;wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my&lt;br /&gt;fur and&lt;br /&gt;pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;investigated&lt;br /&gt;my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about&lt;br /&gt;them and&lt;br /&gt;their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I&lt;br /&gt;would've&lt;br /&gt;defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their&lt;br /&gt;beds and&lt;br /&gt;listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited&lt;br /&gt;for the&lt;br /&gt;sound of your car in the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog,&lt;br /&gt;that you&lt;br /&gt;produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories&lt;br /&gt;about me.&lt;br /&gt;These past few years, you just answered "yes" and&lt;br /&gt;changed the subject. I&lt;br /&gt;had gone from being "your dog" to "just a&lt;br /&gt;dog," and you resented every&lt;br /&gt;expenditure on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you&lt;br /&gt;and they&lt;br /&gt;will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've&lt;br /&gt;made the&lt;br /&gt;right decision for your "family," but there was a time&lt;br /&gt;when I was your only&lt;br /&gt;family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal&lt;br /&gt;shelter. It&lt;br /&gt;smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled&lt;br /&gt;out the&lt;br /&gt;paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for&lt;br /&gt;her." They&lt;br /&gt;shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the&lt;br /&gt;realities facing a&lt;br /&gt;middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he&lt;br /&gt;screamed "No,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for&lt;br /&gt;him, and what&lt;br /&gt;lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty,&lt;br /&gt;about love&lt;br /&gt;and responsibility, and about respect for all life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and&lt;br /&gt;politely&lt;br /&gt;refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline&lt;br /&gt;to meet&lt;br /&gt;and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no&lt;br /&gt;attempt to&lt;br /&gt;find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked&lt;br /&gt;"How could&lt;br /&gt;you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy&lt;br /&gt;schedules&lt;br /&gt;allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.&lt;br /&gt;At first,&lt;br /&gt;whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it&lt;br /&gt;was you&lt;br /&gt;that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad&lt;br /&gt;dream... or I&lt;br /&gt;hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might&lt;br /&gt;save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for&lt;br /&gt;attention of&lt;br /&gt;happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far&lt;br /&gt;corner and&lt;br /&gt;waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of&lt;br /&gt;the day, and&lt;br /&gt;I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my&lt;br /&gt;ears, and&lt;br /&gt;told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what&lt;br /&gt;was to come,&lt;br /&gt;but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had&lt;br /&gt;run out of&lt;br /&gt;days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden&lt;br /&gt;which she&lt;br /&gt;bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;every mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran&lt;br /&gt;down her&lt;br /&gt;cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so&lt;br /&gt;many&lt;br /&gt;years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein.&lt;br /&gt;As I felt&lt;br /&gt;the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could&lt;br /&gt;you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm&lt;br /&gt;so sorry." She&lt;br /&gt;hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I&lt;br /&gt;went to a&lt;br /&gt;better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned,&lt;br /&gt;or have&lt;br /&gt;to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different&lt;br /&gt;from this&lt;br /&gt;earthly place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a&lt;br /&gt;thump of my&lt;br /&gt;tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.&lt;br /&gt;It was directed at&lt;br /&gt;you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of&lt;br /&gt;you and wait&lt;br /&gt;for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you&lt;br /&gt;so much loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought&lt;br /&gt;tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it &lt;br /&gt;is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly &lt;br /&gt;"owned" pets who die each year in American &amp; Canadian animal shelters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ref. http://nivnek.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-110096362107571335?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/110096362107571335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/110096362107571335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110096362107571335' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-110015850774289946</id><published>2004-11-11T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T15:35:07.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm mother fucking bloody sick at home now! it's damn boring... anyone ask me out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-110015850774289946?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/110015850774289946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/110015850774289946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110015850774289946' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109893151621118044</id><published>2004-10-28T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T10:48:33.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alpha's here! (duno who? Check here: &lt;em&gt;http://andychew.blogspot.com/&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's sooo cute... in a clumsy way? ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) peed on our carpet on the first day [a: never tried pee-ing on a carpet]&lt;br /&gt;2) poo-ed on the same carpet an hour later [a: now let me trying poo-ing]&lt;br /&gt;3) tries to climb over the play pen fencing and toppling backwards [a: whoever put me in this fencing is gonna get it from me.. when i get out &gt;&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;4) slping with his butt on the ground and the rest still on the newspaper [a: i like my butt cool]&lt;br /&gt;5) shits on the play bone we gave him [a: if u call a shit bone a play bone]&lt;br /&gt;6) causing 2 play bones to be 'accidentally' cleared away together with his shit [a: it's not my fault, it's the bone's]&lt;br /&gt;7) chews on the play bone we gave tied to a leash and tries real hard to get it off the leash [a: die! shit bone!]&lt;br /&gt;8) triumph over the leash as he just managed to get the bone off the leash [a: heh!]&lt;br /&gt;9) getting all tangled ard the small side table when he's leashed and whelping for help when he's really stucked [a: it's an accident, i swear!]&lt;br /&gt;10) loves Boy [a: no, i desire him]&lt;br /&gt;11) licks Boy [a: that's a big chuck of ice cream u noe]&lt;br /&gt;12) goes after Boy (Boy ruuuuuns!) [a: life's never been better]&lt;br /&gt;13) does not know his name but strangely knows that we are calling him [a: i noe, i just prefer to ignore]&lt;br /&gt;14) die die dun wan to climb the stairs [a: YOU'LL NV MAKE ME RUN THOSE STEEP STAIRS]&lt;br /&gt;15) drinking from the bowl we set aside for him and bringing the bowl wherever he goes (so u guessed it, what happens to the water inside the bowl) [a: i like to have it filled with martell]&lt;br /&gt;16) doesnt seem to get car sick like i do sometimes [a: how can u compare me with u?]&lt;br /&gt;17) ocassionally chases and tries to bite his own tail but never succeeds [a: hey i noe that's my tail, was just trying to clean it up]&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;things are diff with Alpha ard... or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109893151621118044?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109893151621118044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109893151621118044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109893151621118044' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109731648249900373</id><published>2004-10-09T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T18:10:08.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did the survey linked to baobei's blog which he got from elaine's blog. so bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#obsessive"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109731648249900373?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109731648249900373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109731648249900373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109731648249900373' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109670925273959557</id><published>2004-10-02T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T17:29:52.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going out soon, finally... yest had a great day. met up uncle, zx and his gf, lay leng, clara and sky di di. had a surprise party for uncle at party world. i dun like the cake though, its not choc. lol.. anyway i guess all of us had a fun time, did enjoy ourselves alot. and i get to see zx's gf for the first time, she's sweet. how bt a second outing on mon~? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who ever have not done my fren test might wanna try doing now. &lt;a href="http://leaflots.friendtest.com"&gt;http://leaflots.friendtest.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw uncle, u chose the wrong one for the fav color and fav drink, just to let u noe so u dun keep wondering. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109670925273959557?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109670925273959557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109670925273959557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109670925273959557' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109634978720050468</id><published>2004-09-28T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T13:36:33.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="vamp" src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/donarepa/1065683791_ampirequiz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Form 9, &lt;b&gt;Vampire&lt;/b&gt;: The Undying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And The Vampire was all that remained on&lt;br /&gt;the blood drowned creation. She attempted to&lt;br /&gt;regrow life from the dead. But as she was&lt;br /&gt;about to give the breath of life, she was&lt;br /&gt;consumed in the flame of The Phoenix and the&lt;br /&gt;cycle began again."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples of the Vampire Form are Hades (Greek)&lt;br /&gt;and Isis (Egyptian).The Vampire is associated with the concept of&lt;br /&gt;death, the number 9, and the element of fire.Her sign is the eclipsed moon.&lt;br /&gt;As a member of Form 9, you are a very realistic&lt;br /&gt;individual. You may be a little idealistic,&lt;br /&gt;but you are very grounded and down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;You realize that not everything lasts, but you&lt;br /&gt;savor every minute of the good times. While&lt;br /&gt;you may sometimes find yourself lonely, you&lt;br /&gt;have strong ties with people that will never be&lt;br /&gt;broken. Vampires are the best friends to have&lt;br /&gt;because they are sensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/donarepa/quizzes/Which%20Mythological%20Form%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Which Mythological Form Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109634978720050468?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109634978720050468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109634978720050468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109634978720050468' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109634955413763877</id><published>2004-09-28T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T13:35:49.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="wolf" src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/donarepa/1065338044_temswolves.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is bound to the &lt;b&gt;Second Totem, Luna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;The Wolf&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Luna appears as a pair of coral colored wolves.&lt;br /&gt;She embodies &lt;b&gt;empathy, nurturing, insight,&lt;br /&gt;and warmth&lt;/b&gt;. She is associated with the&lt;br /&gt;color coral, the season of spring, and the&lt;br /&gt;element of wind. Her downfall is pathos.&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with Doves and Ravens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109634955413763877?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109634955413763877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109634955413763877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109634955413763877' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109625776360478603</id><published>2004-09-27T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T12:02:43.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://leaflots.friendtest.com/"&gt;http://leaflots.friendtest.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109625776360478603?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109625776360478603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109625776360478603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109625776360478603' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109619830027075606</id><published>2004-09-26T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T19:31:40.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we went zoo today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109619830027075606?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109619830027075606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109619830027075606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109619830027075606' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109574261591955887</id><published>2004-09-21T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T13:38:33.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too bored on my off day... so! i decided to do quizzes again.. all time fav.. lolx.. so peeps who like quizzes too, check out quizilla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="fdjfgj" src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/carmabell/1091460948_lackangel3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a "Black Angel" which means your&lt;br /&gt;an Angel of Death. You don't really care much&lt;br /&gt;about people since no one was particularly nice&lt;br /&gt;to you and now you want revenge for their&lt;br /&gt;cruelty. You're always alone unless forced to&lt;br /&gt;be with other people and you love to cause&lt;br /&gt;trouble. You feel depressed a lot and don't&lt;br /&gt;have something that could cheer you up like&lt;br /&gt;most people. You don't find joy in people or&lt;br /&gt;the arts or any item or some sort. You have&lt;br /&gt;darker desires and you're very secretive. (If&lt;br /&gt;you cannot see the picture, go to my homepage&lt;br /&gt;and scroll down near the bottom. I have the&lt;br /&gt;results from all my quizess that have pics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/carmabell/quizzes/What%20Color%20Angel%20Are%20You?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What Color Angel Are You? (PICS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/&lt;img%20src=" alt="Tis an Earth Dragon be awakening...when a rose survives through winter..." border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="xfh" src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/carmabell/1093313025_imewinter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a Winter. You very much enjoy your time&lt;br /&gt;alone but do like other people's company&lt;br /&gt;sometimes. You just need your space. You have a&lt;br /&gt;few priviledged friends who saw past your&lt;br /&gt;colder exterior to find the true you. You can&lt;br /&gt;have pretty bad mood swings (though you hate to&lt;br /&gt;admit it) so you could be soft one second then&lt;br /&gt;storming around the next! But over all, you're&lt;br /&gt;a very pleasant person once people take the&lt;br /&gt;time to get to know you. You're a good friend&lt;br /&gt;for in-depth talks. You're very talanted when&lt;br /&gt;it comes to creative things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/carmabell/quizzes/What%20season%20are%20you?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What season are you? (pics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="ex v" src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/carmabell/1067378049_yPicturesv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a Vampire. Vampires were the creatures of&lt;br /&gt;the night that were believed to live off of&lt;br /&gt;human blood. Count Dracula, being the most&lt;br /&gt;famous vampire, set the stereotype. They had&lt;br /&gt;dark hair and pale skin from being away from&lt;br /&gt;the sunlight. If they actually existed, it's&lt;br /&gt;very possible they had the skin disease that&lt;br /&gt;made you allergic to the sun so whenever the&lt;br /&gt;sunlight would hit it, it would hurt like&lt;br /&gt;crazy. They were usually snobbish and control&lt;br /&gt;freaks and kept werewolves as pets. (If you&lt;br /&gt;cannot see the picture, go to my userpage and&lt;br /&gt;look near the bottom. There should be the&lt;br /&gt;picture and description for all the results)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/carmabell/quizzes/What%20Mystical%20Creature%20Are%20You?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What Mystical Creature Are You? (Pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Artistic" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/mechangel/1066004559_esartistic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are naturally born with a gift, whether it be&lt;br /&gt;poetry, writing or song. You love beauty and&lt;br /&gt;creativity, and usually are highly intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet&lt;br /&gt;also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mechangel/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Soul%20Do%20You%20Have%20?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What Type of Soul Do You Have ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="greenhair" src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1039891556_Agreen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your anime hair color is green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20anime%20hair%20color?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is your anime hair color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8b4c7e0)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Iceangel143/1090507586_blackwings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have Black Wings! Your feathers are dark, raven&lt;br /&gt;black, which can also be spiny and scaly. No&lt;br /&gt;one really knows why your feathers are this&lt;br /&gt;dark, because you always conceal yourself with&lt;br /&gt;a bubble. A great sadness surrounds you, and&lt;br /&gt;you take it out on others and the world. In&lt;br /&gt;Spite of your beauty, your inside is twisted&lt;br /&gt;and dead, because you were hurt so badly that&lt;br /&gt;youre heart couldnt take it. Before, your wings&lt;br /&gt;were white, and slowly, when your life was&lt;br /&gt;changing, so was the color. You have no&lt;br /&gt;friends, because you cant let anyone get too&lt;br /&gt;close to you. Grief fills your heart, though&lt;br /&gt;anger blinds your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Iceangel143/quizzes/What%20Color%20are%20your%20wings?(Mainly"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What Color are your wings?(Mainly for Girls)Beautiful Pix!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no!!! i cant stop taking them now!! (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="365" src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/carmabell/1084142247_ctureswind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Elemant is Wind. You're light-hearted,&lt;br /&gt;care-free, kind, sensative, and mysterious. You&lt;br /&gt;have friends and most absolutely love you. You&lt;br /&gt;can be calm and soothing one minute and ragging&lt;br /&gt;in anger the next so no one wants to get on&lt;br /&gt;your bad side. You are usually very calm though&lt;br /&gt;so even in desperate situations, you seem to be&lt;br /&gt;the most sane person present. You think things&lt;br /&gt;through and consider the futur rather than the&lt;br /&gt;present. You're beauty is inspiring and&lt;br /&gt;magical. (please forgive me if you cannot see&lt;br /&gt;the pics. If you go to my userpage then you can&lt;br /&gt;see your result picture at the bottom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/carmabell/quizzes/What"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What's Your Element(girls)? (PICTURES)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this's gonna be the last one... going to catch fresh air and read newspaper in the rain? ha... come back play ff7 (again!)! taz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Everyone thinks he's a bad person, that he has no heart and that he couldn't love or ever be loved. Well, you just proved those ignorants wrong. This dude would go thirty times around%2" src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/ancient-secret/1094664045_ics00-evil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks he's a bad person, that he has no&lt;br /&gt;heart and that he couldn't love or ever be&lt;br /&gt;loved. Well, you just proved those ignorants&lt;br /&gt;wrong. This dude would go thirty times around&lt;br /&gt;the earth if you would ask him to. A person who&lt;br /&gt;threatens you must really have a death wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ancient-secret/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20boyfriend%20would%20you%20have?(with"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What kind of boyfriend would you have?(with pics and obviously for girls^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&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/6640050-109574261591955887?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109574261591955887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109574261591955887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109574261591955887' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109534726890003856</id><published>2004-09-16T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T23:07:48.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>peeps, free do my fren test ba~ yawnsS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leaflots.friendtest.com"&gt;http://leaflots.friendtest.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109534726890003856?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109534726890003856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109534726890003856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109534726890003856' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109414113489188954</id><published>2004-09-03T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T00:05:34.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tired arh!!! go slp le dun blog liao... but hor, i realized something goin on with uncle and the ger... forgot her name again. and krissy.. so long nv see her, it felt so good to be talking to her again. maybe go find her next time again... lol... zZzzZzZzzZzzzZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109414113489188954?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109414113489188954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109414113489188954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109414113489188954' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109372626547605441</id><published>2004-08-29T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T04:51:05.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>came back from fun @ chinablack with uncle, zx and xxx (forgot her name). and ya, met up vincent as well. lotsa rnb/ hiphop after 2.30am, enjoyed myself fully. sweat.. just that had something in my mind, after 3.30am wanted to go home asap. well i'm back but erm... anyway, damn tired, went there after work, gotta catch up my slp. ciaoz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109372626547605441?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109372626547605441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109372626547605441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109372626547605441' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109323383049824218</id><published>2004-08-23T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T12:08:30.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CarrieOctober/13/1983Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Yellow Fawn, who tend to be idyllic, not pretentious, and seem to give an impression of a tomboy, and someone who hates to lose. Nevertheless, you are a woman with gentle heart and rather old fashioned ways of thinking. You enjoy having life with atmosphere, and shows consideration and care for others. But you can be very fussy about your preferences.You dislike anything that is dishonest, and have passion and cuteness. Your weakness is that you can be bit selfish at times.You are honest hard working person. Relationships that you feel safe tend to be restricted, and therefore, you are easily influenced by people and situation around you. You can not easily adapt to changes.You think high of morality. You are easily moved by tears, and are honest and sentimental sort of person.You tend to restrict your self with your cautiousness, and this may result in isolation. You tend to be difficult to get to know, and will require time to become friend with.Nevertheless, once your character is understood, you will be able to keep a long and steady friendship.If you keep doing favors for those people who always ask you, you may lose your good fortune. So, be careful. You are not a housewife type of person, but you can be dependent on your husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://noracom.net/eng/fortune/color_cheki1.php"&gt;http://noracom.net/eng/fortune/color_cheki1.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to work soon, with my headache and all.. he said it'll be better for me to go work since even after seeing a doc, i'm not going to take all the medicine. come to think of it, yea, i shd go to work. 1st. my workplace is getting stricter on pple who take too much mcs. 2nd. today's a night shift so i can get my transport claim. 3rd. i still can move isn't it? though i'm feeling realli sucky and the pain is getting all over me. i'm feeling feverish, but like no fever. haha.. weak sia.. arghhhh... the headache has followed me for 3 days already.. GO AWAY!! 4th. i got no money to see doc anyway.. lolx.. watever.. signing off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109323383049824218?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109323383049824218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109323383049824218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109323383049824218' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109288690908932585</id><published>2004-08-19T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T11:41:49.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going to clean up, wish he could sometimes help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109288690908932585?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109288690908932585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109288690908932585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109288690908932585' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109266284580949988</id><published>2004-08-16T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T21:27:37.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My japanese name is &lt;b&gt;森田 Morita (forest field) 千秋 Chiaki (very fine in autumn)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt; your real japanese name generator! today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Rum&lt;/a&gt; and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Name&lt;/a&gt; Generator Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109266284580949988?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109266284580949988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109266284580949988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109266284580949988' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109262563518485170</id><published>2004-08-16T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T11:07:15.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today dun realli feel like going to work. somemore there's abit of throat infection (again) thatz making me less feel like talking, or rather difficult to talk. just came back from doc and a short break at coffeeshop. having his place all cleaned up and tidy, should i clean up his drawer too? might have some kinda monster hiding inside that overflowing stack of papers and mails he's keeping there. hmm... i'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor's b'dae is coming this sat, and he's asking me to go chinablack on this coming fri, i'll go if he's picking me up. damn tight in cash these few months, somebody help me! by the way, already planned to take leave on 12-13 oct for some activities. my AL is depleting!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooo excited, 20th is a big day. hopefully i can find time.  btw, is he coming back yet?? hur hur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109262563518485170?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109262563518485170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109262563518485170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109262563518485170' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109219857803263805</id><published>2004-08-11T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T12:29:38.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>halo, home again on my off day, he's still slping as usual. eric's b'dae just past and joanne's coming... almost forgot, ha paiseh ah.. anyway, that fri i'm supposed to slp over at home bedok so i guess it wun harm going for her b'dae bbq. well, of coz if all the others are goin too, since i noe none of joanne's frens.. uncle will plan, so tell me early k.. i'm also planning for my b'dae le, coz i need to apply leave 2 mths ahead before all the slots are taken up. so who's goin to meet me up eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109219857803263805?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109219857803263805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109219857803263805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109219857803263805' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109159780531341391</id><published>2004-08-04T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T13:36:45.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.... off day again~ helloooooooooo... home, another day to spend with you. wanna go out but duno go where, almost stucked. maybe go comic shop, and waste some little money i have.. realized i'm getting abito decidophobic, i just fear making decisions recently. wrong decision and i'm down for the rest of the month... it'll go away, hopefully soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109159780531341391?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109159780531341391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109159780531341391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109159780531341391' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109125708285585338</id><published>2004-07-31T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T14:58:02.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's my off day again. nothing to do, again. just getting used to go to work and all.. just as i was getting comfortable with this damn job, many things in the office are going to change. revolution.. i guess.. haha.. taking classes soon next week. will be quite occupied. its been a long time since i see my group of frens, kinda miss em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml's morning shift so although today's a sat, there's no life.. once i finish my things at home, gonna go out for a nice long breather, which is sitting at a coffee shop doing nothing. hahaha.. hey guys, meet me up sometime, when i can find the time.. not in near future though... arghhh... pls take care of yourself, wanna see u all still jumping with life next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109125708285585338?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109125708285585338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109125708285585338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109125708285585338' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-109015888081711925</id><published>2004-07-18T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T21:56:28.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>while waiting for him to call, i did the following... i'm just too bored at home (bedok)... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="280" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,verdana;font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;Your Icecream Flavour is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,verdana;font-size:16;color:#000099;"&gt;Choc-Chip Cookie Dough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/icecream-cccd.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,verdana;font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;You are fancy shmancy! You have all the bells and whistles and you attract the most gluttonous of ice-cream shop patrons. You are fattening and intensely rich. That being said, you are very tasty and have a huge fanbase! good for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/&lt;a%20href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.go-quiz.com/icecream/icecream-test.php"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; is your Icecream Flavour?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Find out at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/&lt;a%20href="&gt;Go'&gt;http://www.go-quiz.com/"&gt;Go&lt;/a&gt; Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i'll stop here... i just did too much of the quizzes.. cant bother noting all down.. he still haven call me yet, going to continue my quiz-zie matters.. taz~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-109015888081711925?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109015888081711925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/109015888081711925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109015888081711925' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-108953346720989654</id><published>2004-07-11T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T16:11:24.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=4 width=200px&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffcccc align=center&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:18pt;'&gt;How to make a Carrie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts intelligence&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts ambition&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts joy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffffcc&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add caring to taste! Do not overindulge!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-108953346720989654?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108953346720989654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108953346720989654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108953346720989654' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-108867528309067858</id><published>2004-07-01T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T17:48:03.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just woke up.. quite nua.. yest went chinablack, not as fun as expected. realized they changed their music, after midnight rnb for 1 hr only- was told that due to troubles created by malays (fights) they no longer play rnb till closing. i left early of coz, those unbearable techno and trance.. some din managed to come, camp, sch reopening, no one to accompany them come etc excuses.. watever.. my off day was spent slping till now, nothing to do, to wake him up at 6..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-108867528309067858?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108867528309067858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108867528309067858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108867528309067858' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-108832443576944923</id><published>2004-06-27T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T21:23:06.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deleted 5 recent blogs becoz of some reasons. those who haven got to read 'em- just too bad.. they're gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nyrata/1073835101_eAngelG012.JPG" border="0" alt="Heaven"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You came from heaven. Your gole in life is to help&lt;br&gt;others and to make the world a better place.&lt;br&gt;Some call you weak, but in reality your soul is&lt;br&gt;very strong. If only more people were like&lt;br&gt;you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nyrata/quizzes/Where%20did%20you%20come%20from%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Where did you come from?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-108832443576944923?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108832443576944923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108832443576944923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108832443576944923' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-108636877722835883</id><published>2004-06-05T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T01:06:17.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got home from a bad day of work.. forgot to bring my hp to work, got irritated and kinda jumpy at work. cms seemed to be more frustrated and eager to get off the line than i was. usually i wun get more than 2 nasty cms a day and it seems to be overloading today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first one i cant rem already, but he was fucking irritating. 2nd was a son of a bitch who din check his damn a/c whether got money or not before he gave out his bloody chq for pymt. no use arguing, gotta give in.. but wasted me off alot of call handling time. shit.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last was a stupid &lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt; who had a &lt;strong&gt;pea- brained moron &lt;/strong&gt;as her husband, called in to complain that she did not open a CA with us. that fucking a/c was opened for a &lt;strong&gt;shocking&lt;/strong&gt; 15+ years already lor! and the a/c already in &lt;strong&gt;-$290+&lt;/strong&gt; liao lor! i think her eyes must be failing and memory's starting to deteriorate, watz with the bank sending monthly statements to this &lt;strong&gt;sick- in- the- brain o' hag&lt;/strong&gt;?! and that shitty husband of hers still can argue with me abt banking secrecy, why cant take in his instruction to investigate for his wife's personal a/c. why not ask the &lt;strong&gt;wife's uncle's daughter's in-law's sister &lt;/strong&gt;to check better? oso relative wat! &lt;strong&gt;sucker!&lt;/strong&gt; want us to waive all the shit for their ignorance and this &lt;strong&gt;barker&lt;/strong&gt; still dare to ask for &lt;strong&gt;reimbursement&lt;/strong&gt; for their transport if they were to go to the br for investigation leh! tell my manager she oso luff ah! wah liew eh, how come got this kinda pple still alive on earth man! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;arghhhhhh!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above's gonna take 5 years off my expected lifespan. hur hur... scold oso scold till out of breath.. it's getting late, not tired but got nothing to do.. duno if he's coming back or not oso.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-108636877722835883?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108636877722835883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108636877722835883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108636877722835883' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-108602803642907070</id><published>2004-06-01T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T02:27:16.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's starting of the month, work's gonna get busier. it's the "statement week"! cm's gonna call in and make a stupid big fuss over their txns. boring.. working morning shift today again, damn tired.. see.. suffered "concussion" soon after i reached home yest. haven had lunch N dinner.. gonna grab breakfast later, i swear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bao bei is busy, so busy today.. duno whether he's coming back or not... haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-108602803642907070?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108602803642907070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108602803642907070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108602803642907070' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-108568104197167109</id><published>2004-05-28T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T02:04:01.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's the 28th... tml's the 29th... it's so familiar but it's no longer my concern. he's been waiting for this day to come, for an ans, for a turnback, from me. he still msgs me from time to time, but it seems that everything he said or asked did not interest me and in another way, provoked me. it's sad to see that things turn out this way, although i dun regret at all. life is so unpredictable.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still gonna be a tough month this june.. maybe july, even aug.. who noes? that's just part of life, a valuable lesson one shd go thru, though nv would anyone volunteer. i'm still thinking abt the nice LEAF bangle holly and i saw at Bits and Pieces sometime back *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i foresee myself in one month's time as a happy ger, in one year's time a happy ger and in perhaps five year's time still a happy ger. i'm always happy, nothing seems to bring me down. oh well, maybe sometimes some things do... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-108568104197167109?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108568104197167109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108568104197167109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108568104197167109' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-108487263004495247</id><published>2004-05-18T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T17:30:30.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from 4days 3nights' Langkawi trip. the weather there is so damn bad - hot enough to make ang mos turn red like lobster and to fully dehydrate me to the core even though i drank lotsa water - &lt;strong&gt;i swear i drank alot!&lt;/strong&gt; the pple there are friendly and the living is simple. things are cheap but din manage to get much for myself. however i got to force some chicken thigh meat down my throat and some other funny stuffs that i dun or will nv try eating. &lt;strong&gt;hell.. &lt;em&gt;and goosebumps&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;i din get to go for the snokling thingy nor bao bei get the mangrove tour, it was fully booked by taiwaneses and whichever country those ang mos came from. maybe better luck next time... overall, it was kinda fun i guess, hope it'll would be more enjoyable the next trip.. and oh ya, i like the &lt;em&gt;cactus cafe&lt;/em&gt;. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-108487263004495247?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108487263004495247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108487263004495247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108487263004495247' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-108395240293032423</id><published>2004-05-08T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T02:02:52.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's getting tougher, but still have to go on. i'm still as happy, though obstacles kept getting more and more. or shd i say, never in my 20 yr's life did i feel so down, so out and helpless. but i guess it's time i pick up new things, to cope with such situations and set HACCP (hazard analysis and critical control points)! that's wat i used to control food hazards while studying my course in TP. lolx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncertainty fills the air ard me, was this way, still this way now. she's gone, i missed her. she nv called, i missed her. her ham ham is staying with me, i missed her. i read her blog, i missed her... hur hur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's someone's b'dae, someone whom i'm in love deeply. just wanna wish him a very very hapy b'dae, will love him till the end (where's the end?? o.O`).. haha.. though he's not here with me, i'm with him, in his heart, might not be able see me, but still be able feel me.. (abit eerie... *shivers*) &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;*@`*^*~v~*^*`@*    HaPpY    *@`*^*~v~*^*`@*&lt;br /&gt;*@`*^*~v~*^*`@*  bIrThDaY  *@`*^*~v~*^*`@*&lt;br /&gt;*@`*^*~v~*^*`@*   bAoBeI    *@`*^*~v~*^*`@*&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;before this blog's posted: he came back to surprise me, i got a big big shock instead. but still happy to see him. she called me too, happy happy.. all smiles =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-108395240293032423?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108395240293032423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108395240293032423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108395240293032423' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-108354435009750321</id><published>2004-05-03T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T08:36:51.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up to prepare for work le. still trying hard to wake him up. hungry hungry... think later buy bread to eat during work. kinda tired (slpt ard 4am) but still ok la, can always slp when i reach home after that. hopefully today i wun be late for work again... and hope that she's meeting me tonight. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-108354435009750321?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108354435009750321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108354435009750321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108354435009750321' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-108329832988740267</id><published>2004-04-30T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T12:16:27.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" border="0" bgcolor="#70CC70"&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td width="125" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lavendersea.net/quiz/images/wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#70CC70"&gt;Wish Bear&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#70CC70"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;You are the dreamer of the group and believe that things will all turn out exactly how you want them to be. Your extreme optimism often annoys your friends but they realize that you do have the power to make your dreams come true. You also keep an eye out for your friends, always looking out for them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#70CC70"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lavendersea.net/quiz/carebears.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#007000"&gt;Take the &lt;i&gt;Which Care Bear Are You?&lt;/i&gt; Quiz!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-108329832988740267?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108329832988740267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108329832988740267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108329832988740267' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-108258306139594428</id><published>2004-04-22T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T05:42:43.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just read a nice webbie with love quotations while waiting for hubbie to call. found one real nice and meaningful quote: &lt;em&gt; Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great -- Christopher Marlowe &lt;/em&gt;. self-explanatory... =) feel ambivalent abt something now... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-108258306139594428?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108258306139594428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108258306139594428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108258306139594428' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-10822879208630351</id><published>2004-04-18T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T19:36:02.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he finally understands how indecisive i can be... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-10822879208630351?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/10822879208630351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/10822879208630351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#10822879208630351' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-108224345586990021</id><published>2004-04-18T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T07:14:57.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a long time, he msged me once again. he gave me his blessings and "hoping that i'll take and give at the same time", he said. i duno wat he meant. maybe i took alot from him, i duno.. and i have nv contribute anything in return? it hurts.. but i noe this wun hurt as much as if it came from another person. this person is working now, wonder how's he doing.. tired but i'll wait, no matter wat.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-108224345586990021?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108224345586990021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108224345586990021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108224345586990021' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-108217541324664334</id><published>2004-04-17T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T12:20:53.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he wun wake up. fei and holly asking us out for lunch. i'm hungry. but he's so sound aslp... so tired. suddenly i was reminded of the past. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-108217541324664334?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108217541324664334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108217541324664334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108217541324664334' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-108216901294661074</id><published>2004-04-17T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T10:34:12.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just read alot of pple's blog, so tot of blogging for my own. many things happened these days, cant quite rem though.. i feel blessed now with my current bf, and i wish all the best for my frens to be happy too.. life has its ups and downs, some hiccups somewhere along the path u are heading.. but all these occur not to bring u down, they happen to make u stronger. it evens shows u how much u mean to ur frens, how they can stand by ur side like there's a meaning in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad becoz the pple i love are, but never to blame them even when they do the wrong things. humans are supposed to strive for the best and for happiness, even if it meant letting someone down. those being let down, do not fret, at least u noe, u've tried, loved, put in most efforts and he/ she's happy even though he/ she is not by ur side at this moment. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begin to miss uncle, zx, popiah they all alot... in such a long time from the period i've known them, haven been unable to meet them for more than a mth. now it's more than a mth ever since i saw them. hopefully can meet them tonight (working nite shift leh... hur..) and u noe, catch up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-108216901294661074?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108216901294661074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108216901294661074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108216901294661074' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-108148986462230807</id><published>2004-04-09T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T13:54:53.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the 2nd time i'm blogging, sorry guys not much upd. i'm not a person who likes to blog... oh well... The 15th day Dom and I get together... No work because today's good fri, feel sorry that my hubby has to work... dun think today's a good day, no place to go and chill and no one to keep me accompany. just read Zx's blog, blame myself tat i'm unable to read it sooner or even feel that he's troubled earlier. Might just meet him tonight to chat. As for Shaun, duno whether mtg him or not, my hubby doesnt like him. just feel that today sux... got to get hubby out from bed le, ta~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-108148986462230807?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108148986462230807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/108148986462230807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108148986462230807' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640050.post-107963898134665252</id><published>2004-03-19T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T03:46:20.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okie.. so my dear fren Dom has just set up this template for me. the doggies damn cute.. lolx.. goin zzZz.. continue next time... p/s thx alot to Dom for helping me this pc idiot *hugs* ="I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640050-107963898134665252?l=carriefo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/107963898134665252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640050/posts/default/107963898134665252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriefo.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107963898134665252' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05331013367319169654</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></entry></feed>
