<?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-1497864236884877964</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:25:05.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>newyearseve-kid</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</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>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-2360235221238778576</id><published>2010-03-05T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T02:53:39.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead.</title><content type='html'>this blog is like officially dead or something. :/ lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will prolly set up a new one, we'll see. ive been busy with work and im hardly on the computer these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just say, getting a new blog is on my top list. lol, all tha blogging craziness had died down, somehow. for me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am just here downloading some songs. its gonna be 3am soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, gotta go now! ciao, &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad tht we've made up.(i think)&lt;br /&gt;mis-understandings and what not, lets push that all aside. time is what u want, i guess i will give u that. cant wait for whatever ure facing to be over. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always wanted to show u this space of mine, but i never did. :/ i will, one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-2360235221238778576?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2360235221238778576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=2360235221238778576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2360235221238778576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2360235221238778576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2010/03/dead.html' title='dead.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-147786607477658279</id><published>2010-02-10T02:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T02:58:28.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff.</title><content type='html'>Photos are not in order, since I havent been posting photos or a proper entry for a long time, here goes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photos. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3Gs4_hPVJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/eUTq05LUWoo/s1600-h/22474_281453606043_545801043_3949137_8038418_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436316320336401554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3Gs4_hPVJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/eUTq05LUWoo/s400/22474_281453606043_545801043_3949137_8038418_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty obvious, at the streets of town area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3Gs4ZO6nQI/AAAAAAAAAuE/puni27T3Rro/s1600-h/22474_281453456043_545801043_3949118_2457596_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436316310058999042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3Gs4ZO6nQI/AAAAAAAAAuE/puni27T3Rro/s400/22474_281453456043_545801043_3949118_2457596_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken at Resort World's Swavorski's(Did I speel this right?) store.... (: One of my fav photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3Gs3z5Oq5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/H5mILN_wQaE/s1600-h/22474_281453321043_545801043_3949100_7781942_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436316300035926930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3Gs3z5Oq5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/H5mILN_wQaE/s400/22474_281453321043_545801043_3949100_7781942_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at tha new Wave House, surf area. :D That place looks neat, right beside Cafe Del Moar, told Liling we gonna hang out here some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3Gs3ridvnI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Ujc2NmHyvQQ/s1600-h/22474_281453336043_545801043_3949102_6199163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436316297792962162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3Gs3ridvnI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Ujc2NmHyvQQ/s400/22474_281453336043_545801043_3949102_6199163_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plumeria! Taken outside the Wave House store. One of my fav flowers, besides the Hawaiian Hibiscus. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3Gs3AQ7s9I/AAAAAAAAAts/mGIius3Heas/s1600-h/22474_281453276043_545801043_3949095_3670445_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436316286176703442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3Gs3AQ7s9I/AAAAAAAAAts/mGIius3Heas/s400/22474_281453276043_545801043_3949095_3670445_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random shot, outside the rest room area before we headed in to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GsZzgfo-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/HaG7b9KAwNA/s1600-h/22474_281453256043_545801043_3949092_4594722_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436315784536105954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GsZzgfo-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/HaG7b9KAwNA/s400/22474_281453256043_545801043_3949092_4594722_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside of Cafe Del Moar of cos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GsZS_Z_hI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Fd3DiiCU2Fk/s1600-h/22474_281453206043_545801043_3949085_3750456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436315775807389202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GsZS_Z_hI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Fd3DiiCU2Fk/s400/22474_281453206043_545801043_3949085_3750456_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No idea what's tha name of this flower. Looks pretty, the colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GsZFOQ8FI/AAAAAAAAAtU/70OKQZyCFac/s1600-h/22474_281453211043_545801043_3949086_1487000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436315772111614034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GsZFOQ8FI/AAAAAAAAAtU/70OKQZyCFac/s400/22474_281453211043_545801043_3949086_1487000_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my best shots of all the others. :D Am proud, don't hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GsYsBxUoI/AAAAAAAAAtM/FkGMCyj2QXE/s1600-h/22474_281453131043_545801043_3949075_8296076_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436315765348323970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GsYsBxUoI/AAAAAAAAAtM/FkGMCyj2QXE/s400/22474_281453131043_545801043_3949075_8296076_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random Caucasian couple, near the spot where we tanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GsYcXINQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/W0m-EsAelkg/s1600-h/22474_281453161043_545801043_3949079_867576_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436315761142936834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GsYcXINQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/W0m-EsAelkg/s400/22474_281453161043_545801043_3949079_867576_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another random shot of Cafe Del Moar, I love this shot. The trees looked like they were dancing as the wind blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GrNKvOLfI/AAAAAAAAAs8/whJFpcGWzvw/s1600-h/Photo-0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436314467921964530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GrNKvOLfI/AAAAAAAAAs8/whJFpcGWzvw/s400/Photo-0169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sky was looking extra good, on tha at Sentosa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GrMpzs26I/AAAAAAAAAs0/T2CLKRvevac/s1600-h/Photo-0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436314459082382242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GrMpzs26I/AAAAAAAAAs0/T2CLKRvevac/s400/Photo-0221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suf. We were at J.Co earlier this afternoon. Weather looked good, I had to take a photo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GrMONeHwI/AAAAAAAAAss/EtdK64mBakQ/s1600-h/Edited_Photo-0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436314451674275586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GrMONeHwI/AAAAAAAAAss/EtdK64mBakQ/s400/Edited_Photo-0223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suf's friend, Mao. Our drinks and doughnuts, of cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GrLijwNkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0G-STt90a6A/s1600-h/Photo-0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436314439956575810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GrLijwNkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0G-STt90a6A/s400/Photo-0167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa. Don't mind the dressing, Im hitting tha beach, what do ya expect? Dressed to the 9's? Sheesh. :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GrLVb7wOI/AAAAAAAAAsc/siJErVVBx2w/s1600-h/Edited_Photo-0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436314436434116834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3GrLVb7wOI/AAAAAAAAAsc/siJErVVBx2w/s400/Edited_Photo-0191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random doodle that I managed to draw and color in under 10 mins. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it! I hope u liked the photos Ive posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooooooooooooooooooooooo many things happened to me for the past week. Good &amp;amp; bad.... :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything's good for now, I hope. Misunderstanding all cleared, I think. Seems like it. Well I don't know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hafta wait now. It's killing me inside but that's only thing I can do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wondering how u're feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;................Tell me, I needa know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me in my dreams tonight, if u can. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-147786607477658279?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/147786607477658279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=147786607477658279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/147786607477658279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/147786607477658279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2010/02/stuff.html' title='Stuff.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S3Gs4_hPVJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/eUTq05LUWoo/s72-c/22474_281453606043_545801043_3949137_8038418_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-8567311450304827644</id><published>2010-02-02T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:15:13.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S2cMEHIq0mI/AAAAAAAAAsU/vGN7BL6QDXY/s1600-h/Photo-0193%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433324740220211810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S2cMEHIq0mI/AAAAAAAAAsU/vGN7BL6QDXY/s400/Photo-0193%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I hot or whaaaaaaaaaat, in blue? :X HAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-8567311450304827644?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8567311450304827644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=8567311450304827644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8567311450304827644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8567311450304827644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2010/02/blue.html' title='BLUE!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/S2cMEHIq0mI/AAAAAAAAAsU/vGN7BL6QDXY/s72-c/Photo-0193%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-1726157561328969327</id><published>2010-01-22T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:10:36.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 wks!</title><content type='html'>Abandoned blog. Left it untouched for 3 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's prolly a dead blog by now. Heh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOO many things happened in this 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which involes me getting all high and wasted on New Year's Day. Made a fool of myself. Long story, I will update about that some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being all lonley for this 3 wks. Not saying why. :/ But it's gonna be over soon! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new someone, nough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawdddddddddd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I gtg now. Gonna work on "Proj Special." :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-1726157561328969327?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1726157561328969327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=1726157561328969327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1726157561328969327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1726157561328969327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-wks.html' title='3 wks!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-7072908003158633317</id><published>2009-12-28T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:00:23.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY HELLO</title><content type='html'>my blog is like so dead now. i hardly do anything to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before u thought that im like dead or something, well im not! im just caught up with work and im hardly using teh computer now. im still alive and kicking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im turning 20 in 3 days time! how awesome! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then! i hope i do something fun on my bday, oh wait... i prolly wld. hmmmm... iwill upload photos! heeheehee. i hope i geddit done, that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tune. (:&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe what i did this morn. but i hope ure lovin it, :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-7072908003158633317?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7072908003158633317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=7072908003158633317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7072908003158633317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7072908003158633317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-hello.html' title='HEY HELLO'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-9134263950386053103</id><published>2009-12-11T03:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T03:58:08.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>for some reason, im all emo. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i slit my wrist whenever i feel bored. pain is fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4am, holy monkey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-9134263950386053103?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/9134263950386053103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=9134263950386053103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/9134263950386053103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/9134263950386053103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/12/uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-3510786146028395652</id><published>2009-12-10T06:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T06:13:14.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SyAgkh0YmnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/zgfKL4IbVfo/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413362564024801906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SyAgkh0YmnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/zgfKL4IbVfo/s400/rainbow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can y'all remember this? Ive did this on Photoshop all those years ago. U cld say its my best and fav work on Photoshop back then. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waanna make this my blog banner. LOL. How u guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should print this on a t-shirt or something. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06:10am right now, holy crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-3510786146028395652?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3510786146028395652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=3510786146028395652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/3510786146028395652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/3510786146028395652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/12/remember-this.html' title='Remember this?'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SyAgkh0YmnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/zgfKL4IbVfo/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-5759745153817592795</id><published>2009-12-05T03:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T03:52:16.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SxlnaMYBajI/AAAAAAAAAsE/UCaf9Xa95mM/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411470126958602802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SxlnaMYBajI/AAAAAAAAAsE/UCaf9Xa95mM/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SxlnZ0OhD8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/pusVlGcEnOo/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 392px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411470120476282818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SxlnZ0OhD8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/pusVlGcEnOo/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SxlnZYuZj6I/AAAAAAAAAr0/QxKwr8Vu4t0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 392px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411470113093816226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SxlnZYuZj6I/AAAAAAAAAr0/QxKwr8Vu4t0/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st lomography attempt. Still a long way for perfecto shots. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken with a Mini Diana, btw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 minutes to 4am. Working only in the afternoon later on, thank god. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Cindy earlier on for ice cream, lol. :D Its good to meet up with your long time pal. Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anie-ways, talking about my previous entry if u asked what made me come up with that entry... Well, I dont know. I just miss that Ipod Nano of mine all of a sudden. HAHAH, and yea I was bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I havent come up with a decent entry for a long while and I thought that entry came in at the right time. I manage to fool a couple of people, :D HEH HEH HEH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If u ask me, I say IM TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH THAT ENTRY. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh, ok, that's about it. Ciao world~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-5759745153817592795?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5759745153817592795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=5759745153817592795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5759745153817592795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5759745153817592795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/12/blah.html' title='BLAH'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SxlnaMYBajI/AAAAAAAAAsE/UCaf9Xa95mM/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-8510737626833729985</id><published>2009-11-27T02:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T03:14:51.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love....</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking of writing up this entry to dedicate my love for you for awhile now, I gues its better late than never, so here I am writing up an entry for no one but you, my love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so, I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you can tell how much you meant to me, but u really do mean alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since day one, I've met you. I know I was in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought this, 'Love at 1st sight' was a whole lot of nonsensical bullcrap and never once believed it.You were the one who made me believe there's sucha thing in this world as, love at 1st sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me head over heels for ya, I felt that I was in dreamland. So I decide to give myself a slap in the face to see it hurts, it did hurt.. So it wasnt a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our everyday togetha were nothing but happy memories. You were there for me whenever I need you. There isnt once u said no to me when I needed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sad and crying, you were there to dry my tears.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days I couldnt sleep, you were up all night to keep me company and watch me till i finally fall asleep, wthout complains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days when I'm all bored and cranky, we danced the night away, even my dance skills werent all that top notch and infact it looks stupid, u never once laughed at me. You even thought it was all cute and funny to watch, we laughed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive never met anyone like u in my whole life. Never did. I appreciate all that you've done for me, I can never ask for more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till one day, u decide to leave without saying a word, I question myself a million and one times.. What did I do to make u leave without even saying, gdbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay up all night to think about the happy memories we once shared. It makes me smile every time I think back... But it really breaks my heart whenever I thought of that day u left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY, WHY, WHY?!!?! Did you leave me??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 4 months, I tried getting u back but I cant seem to find u anymore... Where have u been? Im trying to let it go but youre just there on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that is, I will try forgetting you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it takes another decade to do so. You know you will always have a place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the happy memories wld be remembered, I miss you so......................................&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;............................&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;My Ipod Nano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sw7OJ7J-puI/AAAAAAAAArs/FK8MgzynjbM/s1600/apple-ipod-nano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408486872412235490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sw7OJ7J-puI/AAAAAAAAArs/FK8MgzynjbM/s400/apple-ipod-nano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(image taken from google.com)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your one and only love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CaronCarol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-8510737626833729985?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8510737626833729985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=8510737626833729985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8510737626833729985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8510737626833729985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-love.html' title='My love....'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sw7OJ7J-puI/AAAAAAAAArs/FK8MgzynjbM/s72-c/apple-ipod-nano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-2690018448092022407</id><published>2009-11-23T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:59:09.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dread.</title><content type='html'>dread work. why does my day off end so quickly and the whole week of work just drags on and on so slowly?  hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to friggin pay day. yahoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, im here to complain again. zz.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day: is it possible to be talkin to someone almost every other day and not get bored? like how scary is it, one fine day u just have nothing to talk about and bam! not talk anymore? its gonna be shit if it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-2690018448092022407?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2690018448092022407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=2690018448092022407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2690018448092022407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2690018448092022407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/11/dread.html' title='dread.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-2408516828275445029</id><published>2009-11-12T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T02:22:04.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im fine...............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SvsAeSzyXBI/AAAAAAAAArk/_5WtvhyVP4E/s1600-h/Photo-0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402912698406165522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SvsAeSzyXBI/AAAAAAAAArk/_5WtvhyVP4E/s400/Photo-0044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon the messy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but apart from all that, just to let y'all know im doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, caroncarol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-2408516828275445029?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2408516828275445029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=2408516828275445029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2408516828275445029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2408516828275445029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-fine.html' title='im fine...............'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SvsAeSzyXBI/AAAAAAAAArk/_5WtvhyVP4E/s72-c/Photo-0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-6085473884181759488</id><published>2009-11-04T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T02:17:11.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just the 2 of us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqX7WX6jFdw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqX7WX6jFdw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovin this one... heard of it before but just didnt know the title. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i do! so goood. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just the two of us, &lt;br /&gt;building castles in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;just the two of us, &lt;br /&gt;you &amp; i."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwwww, &lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-6085473884181759488?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6085473884181759488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=6085473884181759488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6085473884181759488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6085473884181759488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-2-of-us.html' title='just the 2 of us...'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-8307673813084073853</id><published>2009-11-02T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T02:21:15.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399201643236330882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Su3RSc_OjYI/AAAAAAAAArc/dkQ1e0BXHXU/s400/wtf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder what my brother's been up to on the computer, what sort of games he downloads and removes that need this crazy amount of files?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone, pls enlighten me? zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-8307673813084073853?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8307673813084073853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=8307673813084073853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8307673813084073853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8307673813084073853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Su3RSc_OjYI/AAAAAAAAArc/dkQ1e0BXHXU/s72-c/wtf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-1217770614680761817</id><published>2009-10-30T03:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T04:02:33.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month,</title><content type='html'>finally, 30th october's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collecting my i.d later on at ICA building. no longer a illegal immigrant! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called myself that ever since i lost my i.d. zz and whats more my passport's expired way too long ago. so yeah, an illegal immigrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, doesnt make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so, going to see a movie with crazy butt... i will do an update about that movie we're going to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, everyone's been raving about it... on youtube, magazines, newspapers. everywhere! they said isnt a good movie but still im gonna watch it. lol. make a guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get it right, u get 3 chupa chups lollipops from mey! coke, cherry and lemon flavoured.(random. lol) :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally didnt have the chance to watch 'Cloudy's Chance of Meatballs.' i don't know if i spell the title right. forgive me if it isnt.. :/ schedule's clashed. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess gotta wait for the dvd to be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, can go feast on movie theatre's popcorn. i like the sweet ones, crazy butt prefers savoury. :/ lol. oh well.... shes more into nachos and cheesy dogs or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4am, holy monkey! :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-1217770614680761817?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1217770614680761817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=1217770614680761817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1217770614680761817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1217770614680761817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-month.html' title='1 month,'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-2907934569614947435</id><published>2009-10-29T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T02:37:25.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another thursday...</title><content type='html'>yep, time flies, its been a week i last updated this thing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quick one. not gonna say anything much. work tomorrow, dreading it. the feeling of not willing to go to work still lingers. it sucks but when u gotta go u gotta go. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its halloween this saturday! its sad cos our country doesnt celebrate this. hate it, why cant we celebrate stuff like that?! :/ guess i make chocolate cupcakes and orange frosting for this.... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, im dying already. tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz-ing time, ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-2907934569614947435?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2907934569614947435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=2907934569614947435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2907934569614947435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2907934569614947435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/10/yet-another-thursday.html' title='yet another thursday...'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4092817288337997653</id><published>2009-10-22T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T02:25:04.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have no idea what is with me, lately.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like i no longer find anything good about my work that makes me look forward to every morning like how i used to, in teh past.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont focus as much as i do at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread work, find having to go to work everyday is a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with me? its my 1st time working at one place for sucha long time without any problems. yes, its been a year, time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that, i even have thoughts to leave the place. ): but what am i suppose to do after i leave? ive gt no income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna go back to school badly but somehow i find that school and me's drifting futher apart, gettins too far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money's a problem to start off. no moolah, no school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, im thinking what are the other jobs i can do besides being a cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, i just needa rant to let off some steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................cos now its only me and my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im asking for it if i find any kind souls out there to rant. -_- cos basically, imma pain in the asss, myself. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go to bed, night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4092817288337997653?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4092817288337997653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4092817288337997653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4092817288337997653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4092817288337997653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-no-idea-what-is-with-me-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-1925316035848131217</id><published>2009-10-20T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:07:30.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here i am.</title><content type='html'>Oooooooh, its been awhile since I last updated this space here. well teh reason I'm here cos im bored and i have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather's been good these days, I'm happy. Looks like Sentosa tomorrow with Liling. Awesome. :D I'm lovin' the sun! Don't go away. Stay this way for ever, with that constant breeze, of cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, She got me to make sandwiches. Lol, on a budget! But homemade sandwiches are good stuff. What should I do? maybe, Tuna sandwiches. Easy and goooood. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to some song by B.E.P, off their new album. It's catchy and good. Recently I've found some pretty good songs, online. Thanks to Imeem and friggin' Youtube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably going to Grandma's later on. And Im sleepy now. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm gonna come up with another entry this week. It's been awhile, Ive done a rant or say stupid stuff that's going on around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got a few in mind....... Like, public toilets. Hahahahaha! It's annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta go. Bye world~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-1925316035848131217?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1925316035848131217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=1925316035848131217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1925316035848131217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1925316035848131217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-i-am.html' title='here i am.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4152804623083582252</id><published>2009-10-13T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:39:36.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuffnang Movie Contest - Julie &amp; Julia</title><content type='html'>Here's my 2nd time doing up a movie contest entry organized by Nuffnang! Im excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one movie that Im looking foward to, no joke. I've seen the trailer before during one of the times in the cinema while waiting for the movie to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know u love watching these upcoming movie trailers while munching on sweet popcorn. And time to time u wld say "I so wanna watch this movie!" I know I do all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I wanna watch this movie and now Im given an opportunity to do so, free! Im all for it. :D&lt;br /&gt;The other reason is that this movie is based on a true story, love movies that's been made out of a true story, things that had happened before. Its amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the job Im doing relates to this, yes I work with food just in case some of you do not know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since every cooking experience is an enjoyable one for me and dare I say favourite too. I guess I shall tell y'all one of my disastrous cooking experience! Its horrible and Im not perfect so yeah, I do have bad cooking experience too. ):&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened a few years back, I was surfing the net and stumbled upon this awesome recipe site that have tons of food recipes in there posted by members of the public, so yeah I was craving for hamburgers! Plus I had minced beef in the fridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went ahead to search for a hamburger recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read through and thought I wld go to the supermarket the next day to get my hamburger ingredients... I was excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went into teh kitchen to get the minced beef out of teh fridge and put it in a bowl with chopped onions, salt, pepper and some other condiments to make beef patties. It was going all good, I shaped teh patties nicely and put it in individual plastic wraps for use the next morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, the patties wld be nicely marinated and full of flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning, I got to teh surpermarket and got all teh other stuff I needed for Hamburgers. Like, Mushrooms, Cheese slices and Burger bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, prepare everything that I needed for my Hamburger and set it aside. So Ive decided to put in mushrooms for my Hamburger like how Burger King do it. I begin to sautee the chopped garlic and sliced mushroom. Thought it was going well at first then I realised something, i turned up teh heat a lil too much, added too much garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know if teh heat is too high once u throw in your garlic, everything wld burn. And burnt garlic taste bad, all bitter and black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I had burnt garlic sauteed with mushrooms. Plus that, I added abit too much salt! So I had, burnt garlic salty sauteed mushrooms. Badddddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that isnt bad enough, I even burnt my beef patties, again I made the same mistake! The heat was too high, by the time I realised it, one side of my patty had already burnt. So it was all cooked on the outside and raw on the inside, it was disgusting but I was hungry then, I just went ahead with it, ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went ahead to make my burger, added the burnt patty and salty sauteed mushrooms, topped with cheese and baked it in the oven awhile to melt the cheese, by then I was done. My burger didnt look like a burger at all, everything was falling aprt. Wasnt what I had in mind. I even made 2, one for my Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got some nasty comments from my Dad. He was like half laughing that I made horrible burger. Comments that comes from ur Dad whose a chef, its pathetic. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up having to eat disgusting burnt burger for teh afternoon not only that I couldnt taste the beef and yes my mouth was filled with burnt garlic. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda numb my tastebuds. SO whatever I put in my mouth I couldnt taste it but only garlic. IT WAS HORRIBLE! No matter how much water I drank to flush out the taste of garlic, didnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all sweaty hot and oily when Iate the burger. :\ Its like I ate the burger at the picnic table right after a game of football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that isnt bad enough, I made a mess in the kitchen, it was oily and disgusting, I cld smell nothing but smoke in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to mop floors and wash dishes. I wouldnt mind if I had a good burger meal. But instead I had a disgusting and bad burger meal and having to clear up teh mess. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the end of my disastrous cooking experience! I hope y'all enjoy my crazy story. Im only human, so friends out there.. If u tried my good cooking, ure lucky! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.sg/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/julie_julia_338x178-Final-150x150.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.sg/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/julie_julia_338x178-Final-150x150.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/StVjsaVsqUI/AAAAAAAAArU/eSb-OheXxvs/s1600-h/julie_julia_338x178-Final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392325743481760066" style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/StVjsaVsqUI/AAAAAAAAArU/eSb-OheXxvs/s400/julie_julia_338x178-Final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4152804623083582252?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4152804623083582252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4152804623083582252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4152804623083582252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4152804623083582252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/10/nuffnang-movie-contest-julia-julie.html' title='Nuffnang Movie Contest - Julie &amp; Julia'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/StVjsaVsqUI/AAAAAAAAArU/eSb-OheXxvs/s72-c/julie_julia_338x178-Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-2313397427021767604</id><published>2009-10-11T03:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:35:14.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flu bug!</title><content type='html'>i'm down with cold and my throat is irritating me so much! i've been sneezing the whole day at work. i have no idea how flu bug found me and had decided that i shall be the next victim. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm coughing so much too, argh.... i hate this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes to 4am, holy crap. i better get going, i have to wake up at 8am later on! ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im getting teh hiccups. i know its all funny(and cute) to see the person jerk suddenly cos he/ she's having some hiccup fit. but so not funny(definitely not cute too) for the person whose having a hiccup fit. dammit......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhhhhh, i ate like 3 slices of white bread with friggin SPAM earlier on. go google spam if u do not know whats that, ok, it's luncheon meat. im not hungry i just felt like having food. bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised i spent 10 minutes, complaining hw pathetic i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone out there, pls pity me! *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh, im crazyyyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-2313397427021767604?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2313397427021767604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=2313397427021767604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2313397427021767604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2313397427021767604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/10/flu-bug.html' title='flu bug!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-6422898810679934352</id><published>2009-10-10T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T04:05:02.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-__-</title><content type='html'>i'm tired &amp;amp; i'm upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-6422898810679934352?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6422898810679934352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=6422898810679934352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6422898810679934352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6422898810679934352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_10.html' title='-__-'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-3134027122732391534</id><published>2009-10-07T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:29:51.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SswXGz7bVGI/AAAAAAAAArM/ePxrGlOeG-Y/s1600-h/DSC085121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389708259841758306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SswXGz7bVGI/AAAAAAAAArM/ePxrGlOeG-Y/s400/DSC085121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at my picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it amazing what photoshop can actually do to your horrible looking photo, before? it does wonders to photos that belongs to you and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless you wake up looking like snow white every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you people are gonna say shit that i use photoshop and gonna use this to decieve people around me. hah! now that i told it's been digitally enhanced/ edited. wld u still say that i'm lying? bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's doing it. having the technique to do so isnt hard these days, tons of video tutorials you can watch on youtube. i'm not saying whatever ive done to teh above picture is 100% perfecto but still, i did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visible difference from teh previous which of cos i'm not gonna post the bfore here. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world's full of lies. everyone is lying.. u know it. you're doing it and i am too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......sigh.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's weird how these people who walked into your life just leave like that, especially those you wanna keep. the ones you want them to walk into your life and not leave. they leave without saying good bye. they left without saying a word, u wun even know, u only get it after not heraing from them for awhile.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for those u wish they wld go like right now just stays put and not leaving. WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont knw about y'all, but i have days like that almost every other day. it sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, why are u so mean? am i not pathetic enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to sound like im needy or desperate that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but am i not having enough of this crap? why cant one just have stuff/ people without any terms and conditions applied for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i'm making any sense but if u feel me, i appreciate that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-3134027122732391534?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3134027122732391534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=3134027122732391534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/3134027122732391534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/3134027122732391534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='!!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SswXGz7bVGI/AAAAAAAAArM/ePxrGlOeG-Y/s72-c/DSC085121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-3138197621360974001</id><published>2009-10-03T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:33:43.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/60lyD0HyKB8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/60lyD0HyKB8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some amazing talent I found on Youtube. She's amazing! and cute too... :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch her other videos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah I'm so happy when I recieved news that he has already recieved the package! It's at the post office waiting for him to go collect it. Can't wait to hear what he has to say after looking at the contents. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be waiting for his response, which is tomorrow. Then I will tell y'all and post pictures. HA HA~ :D I'm looking forward to recieve mineee. which he's gonna post it out by the weekends, he'll try his best. Well, yay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's mooncake festival tomorrow.  Have u guys bought mooncakes and paper lanterns?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought I cld go light up candles with my bros but I have t work till 10pm tomorrow. :\ I saw the moon earlier on when I was on my way home, it's brigh and round but looks cloudy, well the haze that's been here recently is teh cause. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hate the haze, you're making the bright round moon look all blur and not bright!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-3138197621360974001?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3138197621360974001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=3138197621360974001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/3138197621360974001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/3138197621360974001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-6958295766826919502</id><published>2009-10-01T08:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:43:38.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SsP6AFy0tbI/AAAAAAAAAq8/xhG3R5nUquA/s1600-h/haze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387424458727536050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SsP6AFy0tbI/AAAAAAAAAq8/xhG3R5nUquA/s400/haze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture was taken off Google. I didnt take this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you guys out yesterday afternoon? I mean, out of th house? I was out with my Grandma yesterday afternoon, the haze was quite bad. We were crossing the road and we looked at the sky, it was gloomy and the smell of smoke was strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when the haze is here. U know haze is bad for health, teh air we breathe in isnt fresh air. I guess the world have to do something with these people burning down forest or not. I dont know what kinda punishment they wld give but yeah, punish them like throw them into jails for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we cant say anything if the haze is caused by bushfires due to the hot weathers or anything like that. Natural causes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please do something if it's caused by inconsiderate pple who burn down their forests for good use in future. You can die early, but I dont wanna die early. I guess everyone around here deserve fresh air and good weather. Right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-6958295766826919502?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6958295766826919502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=6958295766826919502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6958295766826919502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6958295766826919502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/10/haze.html' title='HAZE'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SsP6AFy0tbI/AAAAAAAAAq8/xhG3R5nUquA/s72-c/haze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-8335549537960771240</id><published>2009-09-30T08:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:00:05.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beeeeeeeeennnnnnnn........</title><content type='html'>a week since I last blogged. Can't think of anything that's interesting enough to blog. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my day off today and I'm going to the ICA building to get my I.D done. Like, finally! Oh yeah, how I lost my I.D is a story, I'll tell another day.(like when??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now I'll go shower and be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's talking to my grandma now and they're talking about some relatives, I swear the relatives I've got some weird names like yeah their birth names or at least the names they're called in the household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say why I'm being rude and stuff, well if u were to hear it for yourself u wld say the same and god knows how they look like, I don't even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably seen them when I was 5 but that was 14 years ago so yeah, can't remember. Thou I see them like once in a blue moon and they'd say stuff like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "hey remember me? I'm your aunty, your grandma's brother's wife's sister's daughter's sister. U know? U were so little when back then now you've grown so big! you never change much, teh expression you always give is still there...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla, in my head I'm like, "who are you? I dont even remember my grandma had ever tell me about u before..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure all of you had such moments before during family gatherings or some wedding dinner to attend. You see new faces around the event and they tell you, you're related to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHo knows, one day I see Jay Chou around some family gathering of mine and he comes up to me and say "Hey you know me? I'm your Mom's brother's god-sister's son's cousin...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, u see me boasting that Jay Chou is SOMEHOW related to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo good in this, even I said so myself. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-8335549537960771240?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8335549537960771240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=8335549537960771240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8335549537960771240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8335549537960771240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-beeeeeeeeennnnnnnn.html' title='It&apos;s beeeeeeeeennnnnnnn........'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-6935301234874978963</id><published>2009-09-23T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:43:59.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever......</title><content type='html'>gotten the sudden urge to get something done? Like this one thing that's been on your mind for awhile now and before it slips off your mind, you remember it again and wanna get it done so badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know about you guys, but I do have that 'urge' every now and then and it sucks when you wanna get it done so badly, some things/ someone or somehow it's restricting u to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm someone who hates restrictions. I hate it when I know someone's there to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, let's say you got the money/ time to do it eventually, you get to the place or almost 1 step towards what you want..,. U take a step back and think twice.(sometimes 3 times) &amp;amp; ask yourself, 'Do I really need this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, you go ahead and do it, after u realise you've done it. You think it over and over and curse yourself for making such a stupid decision. You give it a thought for days and be miserable about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling suck alot. Trust me, cos I'mma victim, I admit. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing all the 'jumping into it and be miserable later on' kinda situation, at times you know u made a right move by doing it, of cos, I have times like that and I feel good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a big mission, completed or 50% done and you're left with another 50 to deal with. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These mind games never fail to be out there and stab u hard in the back or u see it coming but do nothing and let it do it's killing. The human mind is crazy on it's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys gotta agree with me on this.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for this blog entry I'm writing, it wasn't planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought came like a bullet that's been fired into my head and there u go, it's all been written.. I'm quite happy everything's having a flow here on this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I have to crack my brain like crazy to come up with a half decent blog entry that's worth reading. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging isnt easy after all....... Totally admire those who have such creative minds to be typing out interesting entries that makes u wanna read entry after entry. Having the time to go view your blog in every 1-2 days and check out if there's anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people always relate how interesting your life is and expect you to entertain them with a snap of yo fingers. Funny, if you ask me. Cos I get that many times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, the human mind is crazy on it's own....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad thing actually. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I have the angel and devil on each side of my shoulders moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-6935301234874978963?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6935301234874978963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=6935301234874978963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6935301234874978963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6935301234874978963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/09/ever.html' title='Ever......'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-3662446649477308443</id><published>2009-09-23T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T02:10:11.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAHOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Whitney Houston! It's been awhile..................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click and listen, I know I'm in love with this song. I'm glad I clicked on this out of curiosity. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3qBElvBVPs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3qBElvBVPs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How was it? (: There's something 70's-80's in this song of hers. Like the ones she used to sing. It's good. I dont hate it. Like I said, Im in love with it! (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I heard that shes gonna come back, well she better be! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'m not a hardcore Whitney fan but I do have quite a number of her songs in my mp3. Nothing beats listening to a few of those classics. HAHA! I am one of the many that listens to the 80's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go listen and rate it. Imma try download it. :X &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-3662446649477308443?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3662446649477308443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=3662446649477308443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/3662446649477308443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/3662446649477308443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/09/yahoo.html' title='YAHOO!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-2182102895892636079</id><published>2009-09-21T03:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T03:28:40.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey all.</title><content type='html'>greeting to all of you whose reading this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my muslim friends out there, where ever u are right now, selamat hari raya to y'all! best of luck and get many many money in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;packets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when are you muslim friends out there gonna invite me to your place for awesome rendang and kueh kueh??? i dont really care about the green packets, more of the goodies that im looking frward to. yum! :D heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...... i havent been blogging much these days. i dont know what to blog baout, well ive gt stuff to blog about like many! but yeah im lazy to and its gonna be 4am in 30 minutes time. im gonna go to bed already but what sucks is that, im so hungry right now! :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever come to a point youre hungry all of a sudden? and ure still wide awake? i dont know about u but i have that kinda sensation every now and then. its annoying me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhhhhhhhhh, not gonna say much. im off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-2182102895892636079?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2182102895892636079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=2182102895892636079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2182102895892636079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2182102895892636079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-all.html' title='hey all.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-5717438534684639785</id><published>2009-09-18T03:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:29:18.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SrKMqWJ2pLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/0Pybu1jvI_E/s1600-h/DSC08866-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382519163790468274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SrKMqWJ2pLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/0Pybu1jvI_E/s400/DSC08866-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day off tomorrow, 9 more days to payday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a bliss!(at least for now, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooooo excited, (: lantern festival is coming, im sure gonna get more paper lanterns and candles, so that i can burn houses down! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kiddingggggg.. it's been years since i played around, burning wax candles. ha ha. im gonna play with my brothers or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou they end up gathering dried leaves they found on the ground and burn them. -_- think they cld create a camp fire with those pathetic lookin leaves. :/ the leaves dun burn much thou, they just crackle and dry up.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna be joining my colleagues to make snowskin mooncakes at work, next sunday! it's gonna be something that i look forward to, fo sure! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's good when u got things ahead of u and ure excited to get your hands on it. (: and of cos plan more awesome stuff to do. for me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of cos im 9 days away from getting a holga/ fisheye cam. AWESOME, MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously, my monthly baking time, alone. (: thou ive got a date with Cindy in her kitchen. hot and sizzlin' in there. god knows what we can come up with, :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkkay. im done for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tune for more! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-5717438534684639785?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5717438534684639785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=5717438534684639785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5717438534684639785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5717438534684639785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/09/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SrKMqWJ2pLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/0Pybu1jvI_E/s72-c/DSC08866-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-8432106239484050639</id><published>2009-09-16T02:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:54:15.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with you, KANYE WEST??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjlUpULt0Mo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjlUpULt0Mo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have u guys watched this? Apparently, everyone's talking about it all over the net and youtube as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kanye's being an ass in this video. Taylor Swift got an award and was doing her speech, that dude just came on stage in the middle of her speech and say Beyonce was better. like, hell!? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hear the boos and jeers coming from the audience..... &amp;amp; the poor girl(Taylor Swift)was well, speechless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Omfg. like seriously, cant you just let that girl finish with what she wants to say and u say ur piece? or better yet, NOT SAY IT. Say it like backstage or something. It's her moment of success or whatever u call that, NOT YOURS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For what you've said made it like a moment of embarrassment for her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You dont go up and interrupt and say something that unpleasant to ears of the winner and everyone around whose cheering for the winner. :/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go watch it if u havent. Gotta tune up the volume. Ignorant people like that sucks ass.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Respect for him goes down alot, trust that I listen to his songs. Ok, this is totally irrelevant but yeah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Knocked off from work and had a Final Destination moment for like a minute or 2. I almost hurt myself..(major one if I really did.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's more, lucky for the part I did not hurt myself but I certainly did make a fool of myself. there were 3 guys there who were staring at me like Im crazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I gave that silly smile and didnt know where to hide my face. Of cos my heart beat like crazy.. Not cos of the 3 guys looking at me, but the close call! Almost got myself, killed. Grr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will elaborate more on that, stay tune. LOL (Something to look forward to!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suf, if you're reading this.. The Final Destination moment that I was talking about was well, ESCALATORS. Go figure! HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;U're an ass for tha tag u've made!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well the rest of you, if you watch the latest FD-4, you would know what I'm talkking about! :b&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I gotta go for now. CIAO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11 MONTHS! 1 more month to a year! *Jumps around like CRAZY!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yessaaaaaah~ :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-8432106239484050639?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8432106239484050639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=8432106239484050639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8432106239484050639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8432106239484050639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-wrong-with-you-kanye-west.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with you, KANYE WEST??'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4683250905948539725</id><published>2009-09-13T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:47:58.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fck is wrong with dem parents?!</title><content type='html'>so the other time i was talking about how f*cked up my dad is, like literally poking his nose in the sites i go to. like seriously, what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost got an ass whoopin' like 5 minutes ago cos he claims IM ON FACEBOOK AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, now what? I cant even fucking log into damned facebook????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is checking your wall messages and photo comments called 'becoming a facebook addict' ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone out there, anyone enlighten me on this shit thats happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i an addict on facebook? if im an addict, i think millions of peope out there who checks facebook like every 5 minutes are some ape shit crazy facebook members already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ape shit crazy they can get??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................like they live/ breathe/ eat facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having em compared to me who checks daily(like how i check my emails) but not every 5 minutes kinda thing is like 0.000000000000000000000001%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i answered back, which caused him to go crazy like he always do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "what? cant i check my facebook account? its not like i play games or something. i check for messages and stuff, i DUN play facebook games."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: "did i say u play games on facebook?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "if not, i dun see whats wrong with checking it. everyone gt facebook these days.. ever your 2 sons have it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: "really? but i dont see em on the computer till 4am every night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "i dont see any link with ME logging into facebook. WHATS WRONG WITH LOGGING INTO FACEBOOK!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him *starts to go crazy, threatening to beat the shit outta me.. swearing, as usual* "u dont talk to me in this manner ok?"&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats ur say in this???? can someone nice just tell me my father is one crazy man who thinks im an addict on facebook(not, even if i lived another 5 times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is he being unreasonable or i am the one whose having an attitude problem here now huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i dont have to be online till the wee hours if i get to stay at home like my fucking bros always do in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i dun have to if i get to come home early, daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i dont have to if i getta use like at some normal hours and not waiting for my stupid brother to end his game of WAR OF WARCRAFT every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i gotta wait for him like im waiting for the sun to rise from the west instead of the usual, EAST SIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hes dealing some million dollar business on that fucked up monster killing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im an addict on facebook, i dont know what u call my brother for playing war of warcraft every single day without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, whts facebook compared to stupid war of warcraft? im not syaing this cos im anti of RPG games but for real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if thats not picking on me, i dont know what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my dad's fucking idea to place the damned desktop in teh living den bear with our online activites, i cant even do what i want den might as well i dont even fucking come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he thinks my hours on the computer till 4am is only on facebook. what teh fuck he knows!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if me going on facebook is lame as hell.. then wat about my brother who watches damn lamborgini(or how u spell it, who gives a shit?) youtube videos which he can never afford it, even if he does, no point wasting his time wathcing those videos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cld have used the time from watching and dreaming of owning a lamborgini to focus on pursuing higher education, save money from working hard to buy his first car, never mind a lamborgini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt say shit when my stupid brother watches lamorgini. why he says shit when i happen to be on the facebook site, not even logging in yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4683250905948539725?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4683250905948539725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4683250905948539725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4683250905948539725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4683250905948539725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-fck-is-wrong-with-dem-parents.html' title='what the fck is wrong with dem parents?!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-1886332169014350908</id><published>2009-09-11T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T04:13:25.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H044pNpU7E4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H044pNpU7E4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major ewwwwwww, please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG! I freaked out watching this video. My eyes widen at the part when he said he only wash his hair once a year. I cannot take it if I dont wash my hair for a full day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine if I dont get to wash my hair for like a week! My hair wld get all damp and oily if its not washed for a day. I experience that before. :/ But of cos, I wld let that go if Im on a camping trip or something which makes hair washing near impossible :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the length of my hair is nothing compared to this weird ass Thai man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get how they're so proud of their 'precious' locks. Imagine the amount of pests and what not is hidden in there. Sure there are alot if u only wash your hair once a year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he needs to take his annual hair wash to a next level, like make it a ritual or something.. I mean come on, u wash your hair once a year! Its liek celebrating your birthday once a year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it grand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call all villagers to come look at u wash your hair, celebrate! Fireworks, dance around the fire or something! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it happening! ITS ONCE A YEAR, YO. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know Im being sarcastic about this. HEH HEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-1886332169014350908?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1886332169014350908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=1886332169014350908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1886332169014350908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1886332169014350908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-2191781225897069736</id><published>2009-09-10T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T03:12:05.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh!</title><content type='html'>Why is blogger constantly having problems!? Its irritating teh crap outta me. And I cant upload photos like I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, u people can quit complaining about my blog entries not having photos but tons of words and well, more words! Cos now, Blogger doesnt allow me to! ): &lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the aside. Anyone knows where are the places I can get paper lanterns? Yes those color ones made of paper! I wanna get those, urgently! :/ People tell me Chinatown. Looks like Igotta go there to check it out tomorrow.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid how the shops in my neighbourhood area doesnt sell. But they already start selling mooncakes! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive bought 1 today, I meant the mooncake. HAHA! :X Its not cheap thou. Almost $10 for one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks ass. I want the mini ones, they dun have it anymore. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkkkk, till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-2191781225897069736?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2191781225897069736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=2191781225897069736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2191781225897069736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2191781225897069736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/09/urgh.html' title='urgh!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-3354576254582379889</id><published>2009-09-09T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:27:21.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling sick..........</title><content type='html'>im having all the headache now. it's bad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh! great, here comes fever.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-3354576254582379889?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3354576254582379889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=3354576254582379889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/3354576254582379889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/3354576254582379889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-sick.html' title='falling sick..........'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-2865630038205800763</id><published>2009-09-05T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T02:31:04.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SqFbJlCSFJI/AAAAAAAAAqU/HRtDSjwNHwg/s1600-h/DSC08404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377679650175718546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SqFbJlCSFJI/AAAAAAAAAqU/HRtDSjwNHwg/s400/DSC08404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah hello there, folks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SqFbKvdyqYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/QK0jPHrh6SI/s1600-h/DSC08426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377679670155323778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SqFbKvdyqYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/QK0jPHrh6SI/s400/DSC08426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, me just magically have a moustache growin! and it's cool. (: HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored, the black marker was an arms length away from me. You know what that means right? I just had to! WOOHOO. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people even have that 'moustache' thang tattoo-ed on their index finger so that they can whip it out anytime to take such pictures. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SqFbKDNBDJI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ww84Q7AkKWM/s1600-h/DSC08429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377679658273803410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SqFbKDNBDJI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ww84Q7AkKWM/s400/DSC08429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SqFbJdTBQLI/AAAAAAAAAqM/uJJA7ugdvVA/s1600-h/DSC08240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377679648098435250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SqFbJdTBQLI/AAAAAAAAAqM/uJJA7ugdvVA/s400/DSC08240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I look ridiculous here. :/ Looked like I just cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes.... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why my room wall looks so cool with Rainbow colors and stuff. The answer's no. It's just some gift wrapper I bought it while I was at Iluma yest. Looks cool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna use it for anything, so I just pasted some double-sided tape on the underside of the grift wrapper and paste it on the wall. Instant, backdrop! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I sound so stupid.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now, my itunes playing some lame-ass classical song. It's making me sleepy as hell! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-2865630038205800763?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2865630038205800763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=2865630038205800763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2865630038205800763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2865630038205800763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-bored.html' title='i&apos;m bored.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SqFbJlCSFJI/AAAAAAAAAqU/HRtDSjwNHwg/s72-c/DSC08404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4763429717265798011</id><published>2009-09-03T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T04:27:23.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pampered kids shall burn in hell!</title><content type='html'>Sooooooooooo, I knocked off at 6pm today. So I took the train home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I got into the train, I saw this Mother carrying her daughter who looks 5-7 yrs old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, carrying cos she was sleeping soundly. Besides carrying her daughter, she had a Barney plush toy in hand and a handbag. So I didnt care much.. I mean it's not surprising to see Mothers carrying their kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of us got up the train, I was standing against the window and the lady(Mother) was standing opposite me in the packed train.(as usual) still had her daughter in her arms, sleeping. Around 10 minutes of teh train journey, the Mother couldnt take it anymore cos her daughter was heavy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I said so? Well, 1stly.. the kid's mother is a small petite lady herself. While her daughter is pretty big for her age. Imagine, a petite young mother carrying her big kid whose aged 7 or older? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can go through the whole train journey of probably 15 minutes or longer carrying their big kid? I dont know about y'all, but I know I cant if I had a kid this big who still wants me to carry her cos she's tired and wants to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So her daughter woke up and her mom asked her to get off cos she cant carry her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what that kid do? Refuse to get off her mom and insist her mom to carry her. And trust me, I looked at the 2 girls for the whole 5 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There her mom was trying to find a right position so that her arms wont break from carrying her pampered big-size daughter and the daughter just closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, took for granted that her mom would eventually find a way to continue carrying her while she difts to lala-land searching for unicorns and candy houses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few times, I cld see the lady asking her daughter to wake up and stand, she didnt want to. So the lady was looking allstupid to leave one of her legs up to support her daughter with her thigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den tryna carry her up like how newly weds to when the husband carries his wife to the bed during their wedding night. Again she couldnt cos her daughter's TOO heavy.(thats what I see.) Her mom was trying so hard to carry her properly till the kid's shirt was half way up, exposing her tummy. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end she carried her in a way that her daughter looks like a Koala Bear hugging the gumtree. But this time, the lady used the train window as support. So it wont be as bad as before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saing to myself in my heart, "if this is my kid. I would teach her a lesson when we get home." I mean come on, I know u love your kid but thats NOT the way to pamper them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kids, dont take things for granted. U're 7 years or older, learn to stand and if you're tired, control.. I mean even master how to sleepw hile standing up instead of asking ur mom carry you, when u know you're a big kid urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're small. U dont ask ur parents to carry u around. Thats even worse den you sitting in a baby's stroller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find parents these days are a lil too over-protective of their kids. Till the kids step over their parents head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u seen kids beating their parents in public places? Like smacking their Dad/ Mom's face just cos he/ she didnt get what he/ she wants? Ive seen that MANY times. Or kids screaming at their parents over requests like toys or candy like its an order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know about all of you if u did that when you're a kid all those years ago. I know I havent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most I did? Sitting on the floor and refuse to leave the toy department, crying like crazy and kicking floors cos my Mom refuse to get me the toy I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I swear I havent done any of the above mentioned like what pampered brats do now. Fo sure! I know I wld get my ass whooped when I get home if I show any of that behaviour in public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never imagine what I wld have gotten myself into if I gave a smack on my parent's face man. I mean if it's on my mom, I wont get punish so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it's on my Dad. Boy, I get more than tongue lashing and ass-whoopin' Maybe a few Muay Thai punches on my face or something. HAHAHA! But yeah, I wld get 100times worse......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4763429717265798011?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4763429717265798011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4763429717265798011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4763429717265798011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4763429717265798011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/09/pampered-kids-shall-burn-in-hell.html' title='Pampered kids shall burn in hell!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-2916074016984526829</id><published>2009-08-31T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:58:30.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Cake, Y'all!</title><content type='html'>So yes, as promised. I did the Rainbow Cupcakes, last night and I took pitcures of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have to, it wont be all that exciting if I did it, keep it in the fridge and enjoy it myself and not show y'all how bautiful the colors are, right??? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the pitcures, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqs-HN-AJI/AAAAAAAAAqE/WnSCb8baPUw/s1600-h/DSC08156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375799288309612690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqs-HN-AJI/AAAAAAAAAqE/WnSCb8baPUw/s400/DSC08156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st batch of Rainbow cupcakes, I've done. Thats why there were more colors. I only did 1 recipe. Should have done 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqs91FRzdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Bn-un9vDzS0/s1600-h/DSC08160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375799283441323474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqs91FRzdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Bn-un9vDzS0/s400/DSC08160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for pictures to be seen, I had take a bite to show y'all. :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqs9VEsG4I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lPRLw_aAhJ4/s1600-h/DSC08161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375799274848918402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqs9VEsG4I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lPRLw_aAhJ4/s400/DSC08161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-dang! Tell me, how u think?! Nice??? I was disappointed with the purple, red and orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red looks pink to me and I wanted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the Dinosaur kinda purple, I got this instead. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm, next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqs9Gh2QHI/AAAAAAAAAps/R2wwc0zmUVs/s1600-h/DSC08162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375799270944686194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqs9Gh2QHI/AAAAAAAAAps/R2wwc0zmUVs/s400/DSC08162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 big bites of the sinful treat.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqs8s4LPwI/AAAAAAAAApk/ZHcvg36h1aI/s1600-h/DSC08166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375799264059014914" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqs8s4LPwI/AAAAAAAAApk/ZHcvg36h1aI/s400/DSC08166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the cake crumbs that were stuck on the paper liner. Looks so colorful! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqsin_7FtI/AAAAAAAAApc/6ScKb75oHBM/s1600-h/DSC08154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375798816072734418" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqsin_7FtI/AAAAAAAAApc/6ScKb75oHBM/s400/DSC08154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to cam-whore a lil, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SpqsiZadrVI/AAAAAAAAApU/wP2Rv0kBdOg/s1600-h/DSC08130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375798812157521234" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SpqsiZadrVI/AAAAAAAAApU/wP2Rv0kBdOg/s400/DSC08130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;greeeeeeeeeeennn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just looks too good to be eaten? I gave my colleague one earlier on at work, he gt freaked out why the cake was this shade of green. But he gobbled up eveyrthing, still. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 2nd batch were the green colored ones. I forgot to add in the green colored batter for my 1st batch of cupcakes, thats why u didnt see any green in the 1st batch of cakes. :/ Other wise it  wld have looked even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqsh3-JQ0I/AAAAAAAAApM/GzVJrlymivs/s1600-h/DSC08133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375798803180372802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqsh3-JQ0I/AAAAAAAAApM/GzVJrlymivs/s400/DSC08133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I took a big bite of the second cake to show u the colorssssss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous, isnt it? I like the color combination for this cake than the 1st one. :b Maybe these 3 are my fav colors. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqshu4ai_I/AAAAAAAAApE/6Z1OA3-3HN0/s1600-h/DSC08134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375798800740420594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqshu4ai_I/AAAAAAAAApE/6Z1OA3-3HN0/s400/DSC08134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou the cakes looked and taste good. What I hate about it is that, I had bits of the cake stuck on my fingers, cos it was a lil sticky due to the condesation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SpqshK6xvZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/JTO_i6E5-Ns/s1600-h/DSC08139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375798791086652818" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SpqshK6xvZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/JTO_i6E5-Ns/s400/DSC08139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, I took a picture of the cake liner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag my board! Rate it, 5 stars? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-2916074016984526829?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2916074016984526829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=2916074016984526829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2916074016984526829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2916074016984526829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/rainbow-cake-yall.html' title='Rainbow Cake, Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spqs-HN-AJI/AAAAAAAAAqE/WnSCb8baPUw/s72-c/DSC08156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-1036548632077762412</id><published>2009-08-30T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T03:08:35.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Destination 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spl4FN2mG2I/AAAAAAAAAoM/waArmDSSZdE/s1600-h/Final_destination_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375459661256727394" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spl4FN2mG2I/AAAAAAAAAoM/waArmDSSZdE/s400/Final_destination_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Wikipedia.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsL2c2HL0J4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsL2c2HL0J4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught this movie with Suf, today. It was awesome......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, made me grab Suf's arm a few times.. She was like "Stop grabbing my arm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome cos it's in 3D. U know ive been harping on and on how exciting 3D movies are, even thou I dont get to watch it everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, these days alot of movies are in 3D format. Ticket pricing is a lil more expensive but still, it's worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still looking forward to more 3D movies. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's interesting about Final Destination is that they make u wanna see how the next person die. The way they were killed. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gross but interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if u like watching body parts falling out. Human heads getting chopped off, eyeballs dangling outta eye sockets and blood gushing out from mouth/ throat or maybe ears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U'll like this show. Although I heard this head being chopped offm eyeball dangling is nothing compared to Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I dont know, I havent watch that before. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  I were to interview the creator/ script-writer of the Final Destination movie/s. I wld ask him this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it you create the scenes in all the Final Destination movie/s, where by th epeople in there gte killed in places where alot of people like u and me go to, use em and stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like if u have watched all the parts of the Final Destination movie. U find the characters in the movie dying in a gruesome way at places like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanning studios.&lt;br /&gt;Lifts.(Elevators)&lt;br /&gt;Escalators.&lt;br /&gt;Salons.(WTH! I KNOW.)&lt;br /&gt;Gym.&lt;br /&gt;Amusement Parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; many more, I can't remember. U know all that places(most) where people like u &amp;amp; I wld visit. Makes me freak out and think if I wld die like how the characters die in the movie. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah after the movie, we were taking the escalator(!!) down and Suf asked me "U freaking out now? Cos we're taking the escalator!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bitch. HAHAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the others, I will tell y'all some other time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go now. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I made the rainbow cupcakes already. Uploading the pictures tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-1036548632077762412?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1036548632077762412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=1036548632077762412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1036548632077762412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1036548632077762412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/final-destination-4.html' title='Final Destination 4'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Spl4FN2mG2I/AAAAAAAAAoM/waArmDSSZdE/s72-c/Final_destination_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4436492744016050451</id><published>2009-08-27T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:47:58.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SpbGeTBJlVI/AAAAAAAAAn8/NV9RiIJvbJE/s400/rainbow+cake+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SpbGeyi2GtI/AAAAAAAAAoE/U4QntoHRVZg/s400/rainbow+cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks colorful/ good right?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna do this! :D Im excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably Rainbow cupcakes will be done on Saturday.. As I'm going to Sentosa on Friday, if only Li ling gets my offline MSN messages. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Prays that weather isnt fu*ked up on that day.*&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is almost over in a matter of days, as known from my Penpal friends who live in other parts of the world. :/ Fall's coming! But I still wished the sun here wld be as strong and bright as the past 3 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, imma go to bed now. It's 3:16am now. :/ Im going to bed! It's raining out there, awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if it's weird to be excited and looking foward to talk to this particular person on MSN??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3 days, now. I'm always looking forward to talk to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have alot to talk about which is cool. But what sucks is that, both of our time zones are like a differenc of, what, 12 HOURS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past 3 nights, Ive been online till almost 5am, talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking on the bright side, Ive found a really nice friend to talk to despite we live millions of miles away, what the heck I know. But I wld love to visit the place, he lives. It's beautiful! Ive seen pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like guys abroad are a million times easier/ nicer to talk to compared with choosy superficial local guys here. What the fuck, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, we have nothing going on and Yes, on my part, there's nothing either. Just so you know, people. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4436492744016050451?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4436492744016050451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4436492744016050451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4436492744016050451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4436492744016050451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/rainbow-cake.html' title='Rainbow Cupcakes!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SpbGeTBJlVI/AAAAAAAAAn8/NV9RiIJvbJE/s72-c/rainbow+cake+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-2140274127999066131</id><published>2009-08-20T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:41:26.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festivals!</title><content type='html'>So Ive been told the Annual Hungry Ghost Festival is today and for the whole entire month!(Going by the Chinese calendar. Which is usually not the whole 30 days thing.) ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm scared or anything, but have been told since I was a kid that, on this day.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell gate would be open for a month for the spirits to wander around. The spirits wld wander around and go take a look at how their descendants are doing and stuff.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People would buy food to offer and pay respects to their ancestors or family members who had already passed away. U see getais(Like some concert for Chinese aunties and uncles.) Wayang shows.(I get so freaked looking at their face which is painted in pink and white!) every where.. Instead of thinking that it's a scary thing to be praying to spirits(Am I right?) People wld take it as a celebration for them. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom added in stuff like I cant go swimming during this month cos there wld be spirits called the 'Water Spirits' tha would be wandering around places like the sea/ swimming pool to 'pull' on kids legs while they're swimming. So if you're the unlucky one, you will get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to  loiter around places late at night, go home immediately. which I'll do that cos now I go home straight after work! There are no places and people for me to hang out with. Duh. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered when I was younger, my mom told me about not to loiter around places after school or where ever at night on the Hungry Ghosts Festival period. I hate it cos on weeknights I had to go for tuition.. And after tuition class(Which is around 9pm.) I quickly get off from class and cycle back home like a madman! Cos Im afraid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will u not be afraid if your Mom or Dad told you all of this when you were younger? I dont know about you people, but I know I nearly shit my pants when I was told! -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why Chinese parents love telling such stories to scare their kids! Its like they got frightened like that by our grandparents when they were younger and now they are doing it on us. Does it mean we do that too when we have kids on our own in the near future? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, generation by generation or what!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta be careful not to step on the ashes or any thing that looks like offerings to the spirits. I dont wanna offend them or anything! Might sound superstitious, but better be safe than sorry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask me any more questions about the festival. It's one festival I will NEVER get it! Even I'm a Chinese myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. (: &lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the fasting month is round the corner too! When is it? This Saturday? Wooh, I'm looking forward to Hari Raya, actually. Not because I celebrate it, but I want my Malay friends to invite me to their house! So that I can see their nicely decorated houses and not forgetting their mouth-watering food. How can anyone forget that!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Ayam Merah to Longtong. Tell me whose able to resist? Oh, those who cant take spicy food. You people are missing out alot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, IM SO SINGAPOREAN. HAHA!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their delicious baked treats. Hmmmmmmmm~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss eating all the goodies during this year's CNY. I was busy working and the ONLY place I went for visiting was my grandma's! How pathetic. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suf! You hear me????? HAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about all the spicy food and treats, makes me hungry. Ok, Imma go now. Gonna get brunch and prepare for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, amigos. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-2140274127999066131?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2140274127999066131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=2140274127999066131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2140274127999066131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2140274127999066131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-ive-been-told-annual-hungry-ghost.html' title='Festivals!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-5473373668966536640</id><published>2009-08-19T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T04:15:11.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dZ_OE0wVUJI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dZ_OE0wVUJI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if this is an old or new song but it's good. Who cares how old is this track?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmm. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeepy. Ive been sleeping late these days. Its bad. I will only fall asleep at, 5am? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Got my glasses done, like finally! But only collecting it on Friday. Got my eye checked that day and guess what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The degree on both eyes less than 200! I mean each eye is less than 200. Oh my, its a good sign.. To me, at least! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking if I don't put on contacts/ glasses like for another period of time. Who knows, I dont need any of those things anymore!? Wonderful! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always tell me, if u need glasses/ contacts go get them prescribed. I do have a pair of contacts but Im just tooooo lazy to put em on every morning. So I go to work like that all day long. I only have them on when I feel like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, to my surprise.. I was expecting for the degrees to shoot up but it went down instead. Heh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves something. HAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I dont know why I include all this in today's entry. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im starting to think, are my blog entries gonna consist of Youtube videos and nothing else? :/ Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Im going to bed now. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-5473373668966536640?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5473373668966536640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=5473373668966536640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5473373668966536640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5473373668966536640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm..'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4817062929787526958</id><published>2009-08-17T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T03:45:58.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/35cj0LGu5zM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/35cj0LGu5zM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it! It's gay but it's awesome/ fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, this is ONE thing I wanna do, the next time I go to Giant Hypermart. :D Go to an empty isle, or filled with people.. Who cares, get the camera man there.. Maybe play the music and I do it. Better if someone knows the dance and join me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna join me? :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already picture it in my mind! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4817062929787526958?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4817062929787526958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4817062929787526958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4817062929787526958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4817062929787526958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-dance.html' title='Yes dance!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4427335275159266216</id><published>2009-08-16T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:10:36.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random!</title><content type='html'>Random, I know.. But I just had to show u these theme park rides, by watching it makes me wanna shit my pants. No kidding! No sarcasm, FOR REAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gSHI0LDoSMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gSHI0LDoSMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JSOKHvc9Obw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JSOKHvc9Obw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG! This is much scarier than the 1st one. See how tall the ride is located at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the ride gets fucked up half way through and the whole thing slips right off the track and drops a few hundred feet right down with a loud crash!?? Ouch, I bet I see bones, no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are alot more. Go to Youtube to check it out if u want! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4427335275159266216?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4427335275159266216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4427335275159266216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4427335275159266216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4427335275159266216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/random.html' title='Random!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-993348498663093472</id><published>2009-08-15T02:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T03:15:27.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it when someone is out there to screw my brain's up and being so damn right about it. thou i deny as much as i can..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but deep down i wanna tell him/ her "damn, ure so right about what u had said. i'm speechless, alright.. u won."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess its about saving one's 'face' and ego. URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like u were so damn right about what u had said about me, all those months ago, on the phone. i hate to admit it, but it was. i was speechless at the point of time. loss for words. finding ways to change the topic while u were still yakking away about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt the need to ask u to shut the hell up and not say anymore cos who were u to me at that point of time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u dont know me well and yet u were there saying shit. thou all of that was nothing but the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i held back, refrain myself from asking u to shut up. partly it was rude to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddddddd, all that was a piece of advise which clearly i refuse to listen/ heed till now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i to blame? .....myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that ure gone. someone has taken over your place to tell me the same shit. the same damn thing! thou this time, hes a colleague of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought about it the whole day. that was what it was making me upset. i was upset with myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts were running wild like zebras in the fields of africa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the biggest thought i had in my mind, kept ringing in my head.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like flashlights, flashing on and off for every 5 seconds. and it says: "AM I REALLY THAT HORRIBLE? AM I?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong, ure no longer there right up in my damn mind. just that, what happened today reminded me alot of what u had said.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times, life suck so much. u just wanna dig a hole, go in there, cover up the hole and come out only when u feel better or maybe FOREVER. &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/1497864236884877964-993348498663093472?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/993348498663093472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=993348498663093472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/993348498663093472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/993348498663093472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-it-when-someone-is-out-there-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-3904491285689059954</id><published>2009-08-14T02:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:27:12.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn Yang Look-Alike???</title><content type='html'>Hello, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, whats with the title of today's entry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know why.. Just keep on reading. Its not gonna be a long entry. Just a short and sweet one to let u know what I saw while surfing the net. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, Ive joined an online penpal site.. Where I can make friends with people all over the world. So these days, im kinda attached to the site.. Cos 1stly I meet new people from different parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every other day I recieve new wall messages from people I've met on the site! Its pretty interesting to know alot about whats happening in their country and culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly, I was bored too. My friends always think I don't have a life but watch Youtube videos all day long. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, Ive joined this site. Dont get me wrong. I really wanna make friends with people from all parts of the world. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ure interested, here's the site, URL &lt;a href="http://www.interpals.net/"&gt;http://www.interpals.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign up for an account and ure good to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I carry on and on and forget about whats the purpose of coming here for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, a few days ago I was browsing random profiles on Interpals and I stumbled over this profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just clicked randomly like I did for many other trillions of profiles Ive read. Cos yes, I was bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl, as claimed in her profile that she's from Malaysia. Mixed blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's Japanese and Dad's Malaysian.. True or not, I dont know. So just screen through her profile details den I proceed to looking at her photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of the photos that's shown below.. Reminds me alot of someone, we know.. Yes, a handful would know. Many would know.. Not all, but more than a handful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look and tell me who she resembles. (Im referring to girl on the left for both pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SoRVcUHkf7I/AAAAAAAAAn0/jfi61Holomo/s1600-h/dy+lookalike+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369510600657633202" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SoRVcUHkf7I/AAAAAAAAAn0/jfi61Holomo/s400/dy+lookalike+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SoRVb3fNxtI/AAAAAAAAAns/-3RQeROAVyU/s1600-h/dy+lookalike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369510592972179154" style="WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SoRVb3fNxtI/AAAAAAAAAns/-3RQeROAVyU/s400/dy+lookalike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does she resemble???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked at this 2 photos.. Dawn Yang came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the girl above reminds me alot of Singapore's blogger, &lt;strong&gt;Dawn Yang&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if my eyes are playing tricks on me.. But the resemblance is uncanny. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not even kidding. From this girl's eyes, nose, lips and face shape. She reminds me of Dawn Yang, alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who knows who Dawn Yang is, tell me if the girl above looks like her(D.Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have no idea who Dawn Yang is, you might wanna take a look at her blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawnyang.com/"&gt;http://www.dawnyang.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tell me if the girl, above resembles Dawn or not. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take a picture of Dawn Yang and upload it here to make a comparison but I figure out, better not. Who knows I might get myself into trouble for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of cos, I dont use it on bad things like some douchebags out there who makes use of people's pictures to say shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.. You wanna say stuff like "Hey! U said taking Dawn Yang's pictures to put it up here on your blog would get u into trouble den why are u taking this girl's pictures and putting it up here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Iknow I shouldnt. But I just had to! The more I look at her photo, the more she reminded me of D.Y. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont call me a psycho for looking at the girl's picture all day long. I just happened to come across. That's all. I mean no harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this entry, Im gonna delete the girl's pictures off my computer. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I gotta be going. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys must be thanking me big time now for putting up 2 pictures of the same babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys: "So JAPANESE! I like! So kawaiiiiii nehs!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-3904491285689059954?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3904491285689059954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=3904491285689059954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/3904491285689059954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/3904491285689059954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/dawn-yang-look-alike.html' title='Dawn Yang Look-Alike???'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SoRVcUHkf7I/AAAAAAAAAn0/jfi61Holomo/s72-c/dy+lookalike+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-1402082160781506186</id><published>2009-08-13T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:55:35.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10TH MONTH!</title><content type='html'>OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 10th month, today! YAYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, 2 more months to... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE FRIGGIN' YEAR!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really, FLIESSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahooo! *Dance around like crazy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Wish me Happy 10th month. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyyyyyy, aint what you guys are thinking, hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-1402082160781506186?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1402082160781506186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=1402082160781506186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1402082160781506186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1402082160781506186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/10th-month.html' title='10TH MONTH!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4950980762842021034</id><published>2009-08-12T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:19:29.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bang - My Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C1qf9xAL1EM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C1qf9xAL1EM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Big Bang's song that I like! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Im not big on Korean songs. But this is really good. They beats and rythmn sounds like some song you wld hear off Mario's/ Neyo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that dude in the video. His corn-rows and dress up looks like some kinda African-American in disguise. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enjoy the song! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4950980762842021034?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4950980762842021034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4950980762842021034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4950980762842021034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4950980762842021034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-bang-my-girl.html' title='Big Bang - My Girl'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-5674663748805336768</id><published>2009-08-11T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:07:26.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter!</title><content type='html'>Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes, Ive got a Twitter account now! Follow me on Twitter to see my daily tweets on what Im up to, if I do make an effort to tweet everyday or every now and then. Haha! Follow me on Tweetera and be sure that I'll follow you back! You can be sure of that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I can follow my favourite celebrity or whoever to find out what they are up to every now and then. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like Im stalking them. Zzzz, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested. Click on "Follow me on Twitter." at the bottom righthand corner of my Twitter widget. Thanks! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make an entry about tis later this weeek. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-5674663748805336768?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5674663748805336768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=5674663748805336768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5674663748805336768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5674663748805336768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/twitter.html' title='Twitter!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-1112859436686142827</id><published>2009-08-08T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:49:56.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SnxmZF3kdvI/AAAAAAAAAnE/l4X9e6R7xnE/s1600-h/DSC06898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367277437176805106" style="WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SnxmZF3kdvI/AAAAAAAAAnE/l4X9e6R7xnE/s400/DSC06898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. i took this at night, right after i came back from the beach and movie with liling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, how red i got! i look like im drunk.... zz. camera quality suck balls, pardon that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SnxmZbb7e9I/AAAAAAAAAnM/dJ7ybGuzwIM/s1600-h/DSC07164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367277442966453202" style="WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SnxmZbb7e9I/AAAAAAAAAnM/dJ7ybGuzwIM/s400/DSC07164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my quilt cover, see see.. so many heart shapes. bought it at ikea! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SnxmZhc2LAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/QjlQvHUC59s/s1600-h/DSC07177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367277444580912130" style="WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SnxmZhc2LAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/QjlQvHUC59s/s400/DSC07177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random. who the hell puts on shades indoors?! me lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the only one in this world that finds this annoying? i hate it when u say hi to me on msn, i give u a reply and u just stop there even after an hour later, u just dun reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, if u wanna say hi.. i assume u wanna start a conversation. if u do not wanna talk to me.. den dun even say hi! omg what is wrong with these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u might find saying "hi" as and when u like and not talk anymore, amusing.. well, thats you! but i dont find it as amusing as u do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next time i see any person doing that again on msn. i swear i will slap u upside down, left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-1112859436686142827?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1112859436686142827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=1112859436686142827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1112859436686142827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1112859436686142827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SnxmZF3kdvI/AAAAAAAAAnE/l4X9e6R7xnE/s72-c/DSC06898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-1525038095670744603</id><published>2009-08-07T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T02:24:47.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!</title><content type='html'>hello, world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been updating for a couple of days. well firstly, im busy with work and im pretty caught up with some stuff these days that make me neglect this whole blog thing. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the past 3 days, ive been using the Hawaiian Tropic moisturizer, religiously. to avoid all that dry skin from flaking and causing a mess. my face is starting to peel and its so annoying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to apply all that facial moisturizer to conceal all the dry skin forming on my face thats visible when moisturizer is not applied, just imagine people on the street see me havng all that dry skin sticking on my face? they might think i have some kinda skin disease. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a snake now going throu the skin shedding process. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, thats allfor now.. i knowits boring u. i wld try to come up with an interesting entry asap! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-1525038095670744603?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1525038095670744603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=1525038095670744603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1525038095670744603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1525038095670744603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_06.html' title='!!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4692488017852146296</id><published>2009-08-05T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:45:35.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SnhxAftORkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/u7F3JE7GJwk/s1600-h/DSCN22021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366163209337062978" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SnhxAftORkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/u7F3JE7GJwk/s400/DSCN22021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, people. this is how i look like now if u wanna know.(actually above picture still looks 'ok' beause of teh sun, i think. i look more 'red' den ever nowwwwwwwww.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos my face doesnt look like that in real life. lol.. i had to cover up my face with a huge-ass smiley because i look ridiculous in the picture.. my hair, well lets not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the ugly-looking, sitting position.. this was a candid shot. zz. as u can see im all oily/ sweat, red and shiny? lololol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken right after tanning at sentosa. i'm all red now. like a friggin lobster... im mistaken for being a drunkard or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to Banana Boat's tanning oil with SPF 0! making me look like a lobster. lol. not a good idea to apply tanning oil with SPF 0. should get like SPF 30 to achieve a tan not like what ive gotten myself into. zz. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did not use the bathroom at Cafe Del Mar(yeah, we went tanning at that place.) cos it not really clean and yes, its fully packed. so we took a tram to another nearby bath room to bathe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so warm and hot after 3 soild hours under MR BIG SUN. boy, it feels good to stand under running cold water to have your shower. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it! i will tell u more n teh next entry. heh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4692488017852146296?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4692488017852146296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4692488017852146296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4692488017852146296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4692488017852146296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SnhxAftORkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/u7F3JE7GJwk/s72-c/DSCN22021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-7187127987663638039</id><published>2009-08-02T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:51:49.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HXK1XAIjVZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HXK1XAIjVZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song! :D im not a fan of korean songs, but i like this alot. it sounds all cheery and happy. go listen to it if u haven't. (: &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WaNT NOBODY, NOBODY BUT YOU! *sings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and whose that "you" then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-7187127987663638039?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7187127987663638039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=7187127987663638039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7187127987663638039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7187127987663638039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/nobody.html' title='nobody.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4744308916500239052</id><published>2009-08-02T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:14:08.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!</title><content type='html'>iv got many things to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive gt pictures to uplod here on blogger to share with you people, my friends, the ones who are reading this right now. (: but seems like blogger's having some problems. i cant upload pictures. :/ i will do so as soon as this space here is fixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to monday. im excited! :D ive got a date. i've started the whole dating thing again! you thrilled to hear this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............yeah right. :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my poin is, when uve got a day to look forward to. everything seems dfferent. heh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after monday, hopefully i wld get a shit load of photos to puthere to share with whole world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures of my date and me having dinner at a wnderful restaurant. ahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! i DIY something just now and im so proud of myself! thou i need to mend it t make it look better. its my 1st time doing it and i think i aced it. yahooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutorial videos on youtube and info, ftw! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will definitely do more in future and make it perfecto. maybe i will try diy more things too!(if i have all that free tiem in the world.) something to look forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing added to list of things i wanna do/ accomplish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh~ it's 3:12am, ok till then. :d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4744308916500239052?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4744308916500239052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4744308916500239052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4744308916500239052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4744308916500239052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='!!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4739880819723020162</id><published>2009-07-28T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T04:16:47.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so sleepy right now. Day off! Yes.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting suf at 2:30pm later on. It's 4:11am now and I'm still not asleep. I wonder how I'm gonna wake up later on. Zz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall ask her to text me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she have school. Haha, ok.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IGoing off Now. Eyes closing, night world. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4739880819723020162?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4739880819723020162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4739880819723020162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4739880819723020162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4739880819723020162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-sleepy-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-7827357088475110910</id><published>2009-07-26T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:52:14.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...</title><content type='html'>just thought of some things i can do if i ever go on a long break from work. im excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. silk screen printing.(google/ youtube it to find out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. necklace with glass/ wooden beads with suf. :D(u know u played it befor when ure that little girl back then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. do something to my shoes. ahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. baking, baking, baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more! yayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god, month of august is coming in a matter of days, that's fast. :/ &lt;br /&gt;ahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-7827357088475110910?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7827357088475110910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=7827357088475110910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7827357088475110910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7827357088475110910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-9097502110382169823</id><published>2009-07-24T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T02:15:50.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"UP" movie contest! :D</title><content type='html'>New animated movie is making it's way to our theatres very soon! Click on the trailer below to watch! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PewYsrc2O-o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PewYsrc2O-o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts after watching the trailer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was awesome! After watching the trailer, it makes me wanna go watch the movie like right away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 main characters in the movie, Carl &amp;amp; Russell were nothing but adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Carl's lifelong dream to tie many ballons to his house to fly to the wild in South America was totally cool. If only this happens in real life I wanna be on the adventure! Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Russell alot, he's really a cute, chubby little boy.. He made me smile a couple of times while watching the trailer.. Heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for this movie to show in the theatres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just end off this entry with adorable looking pictures of &lt;strong&gt;Carl, Russell, Dug &amp;amp; Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SmihfeRd3AI/AAAAAAAAAmU/AcbQhheAfKw/s1600-h/up_the_movie_carl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361712918458915842" style="WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SmihfeRd3AI/AAAAAAAAAmU/AcbQhheAfKw/s400/up_the_movie_carl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man who fufills his life long dream by tying many balloons to his house to fly away and travel to the wild of South America!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Smihf8c2KWI/AAAAAAAAAmc/PWx8clA93hw/s1600-h/up_poster_russell-343x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361712926559709538" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Smihf8c2KWI/AAAAAAAAAmc/PWx8clA93hw/s400/up_poster_russell-343x500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Russell.&lt;/strong&gt; (He's so cuteeeee right? Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lil boy who gets to travel with together with Carl in his house to the wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SmihgC3ZoDI/AAAAAAAAAmk/DLThUkNoLY0/s1600-h/Dug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361712928281698354" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SmihgC3ZoDI/AAAAAAAAAmk/DLThUkNoLY0/s400/Dug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dug.&lt;/strong&gt; (I think Nuffnang made a mistake by mispelling it as 'Dunk.') &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A golden retriever in the movie. He talks!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldnt find a picture of solo picture of Kevin the bird. But I manage to find 2 pictures of the 4 characters, together. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SmihgQULzLI/AAAAAAAAAms/DxuUsI0Z0wU/s1600-h/9145_11454469571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361712931892087986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SmihgQULzLI/AAAAAAAAAms/DxuUsI0Z0wU/s400/9145_11454469571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SmihgjOCOHI/AAAAAAAAAm0/OeV-69orXAo/s1600-h/2407_8862987105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361712936966568050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SmihgjOCOHI/AAAAAAAAAm0/OeV-69orXAo/s400/2407_8862987105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, that's &lt;strong&gt;Kevin.&lt;/strong&gt; The colorful bird in the movie. Russell was the one who named Kevin, Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, giving the bird a human name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellll, hope you liked the pictures! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UP in Singapore Cinemas opening 7th August 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-9097502110382169823?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/9097502110382169823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=9097502110382169823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/9097502110382169823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/9097502110382169823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/07/up-movie-contest-d.html' title='&quot;UP&quot; movie contest! :D'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SmihfeRd3AI/AAAAAAAAAmU/AcbQhheAfKw/s72-c/up_the_movie_carl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-5741929676137806113</id><published>2009-07-16T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:39:15.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>like what i have mentioned on yesterday's entry, i wld show y'all pictures of the cupcakes if i've got time to make them and i've done it! :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my day off today, after i woke up.. had lunch and surf the net for little while and got my lazy ass up to have these little sweet treats, made! and, boy.. i'm satisfied with how it looks.. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yessss, pictures! feast your eyes, will ya??? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4Y8asEXRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/pr0brflgv20/s1600-h/DSC05820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358748032852843794" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4Y8asEXRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/pr0brflgv20/s400/DSC05820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freshly out of the oven. it's chocolate cupcakes, by the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even borrowed the muffin baking tray from the restaurant! :X i'm gonna go get one myself, next month. then i need not borrow it from teh restaurant the next time round, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4ZKxOrtaI/AAAAAAAAAmE/zgPNTLSeTHw/s1600-h/DSC05815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358748279421777314" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4ZKxOrtaI/AAAAAAAAAmE/zgPNTLSeTHw/s400/DSC05815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u can see, there's 2 sizes. the ones with black cupcake liners were much smaller in size compared t those in white cupcake liners. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chef knew i had interest in making cupcakes, he asked me to go ahead and bring the extra cupcake liners home. i brought home 2 different sizes of cupcake liners. experimented with it and i realized, the black cupcake liner was the that i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the white cupcake liner is a little too huge in size...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4Y76nHmCI/AAAAAAAAAls/d9gmUEHJfeM/s1600-h/DSC05862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358748024242149410" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4Y76nHmCI/AAAAAAAAAls/d9gmUEHJfeM/s400/DSC05862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the cupcakes were cooled. i got cream cheese frosting into a DIY(which is a zip-lock bag.) pastry bag and attached the pipping nozzle to it and started frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask what i like most about baking cupcakes, it's the frosting part! i get to pipe many interesting designs on the cakes and mixing of different colors into the frosting is another one of my favourite part of bakig cupcakes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the frosting i used this time round is delicious cream cheese frosting. ok, for the frosting part, i didnt do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day my colleague was making the cream cheese frosting to ice the carrot cake and there's quite an amount of frosting left, such a waste to throw it away right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked her to give it to me, and i made use of the frosting to frost my cupcakes! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;color of the cream cheese frosting is originally white/ cream color.(duh) i just took half the portion of frosting i had and mix in a few drops of red food coloring in to get this gorgeous pink color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;color of the frosting sure stood out from the cupcake. contrast! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a bit of creaivity and magic done to the plain chocolate cupcakes before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4Y7s41nKI/AAAAAAAAAlk/cuLECp8LhD8/s1600-h/DSC05866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358748020558372002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4Y7s41nKI/AAAAAAAAAlk/cuLECp8LhD8/s400/DSC05866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the after product! transformation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice?? which one is your favourite? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to divide the frosting into 3 seperate portions, so i cld have like frosting in 3 different colors but i figure out, pink and white works just as well. since my cupcake's color is dark, any light color for the frosting will make it stand out. so yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering how i got white frosting all over the cupcake, just get a normal dinner knife and spread it all over the surface, evenly. needs a little practice thou, i'm still working on that. im no pro myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4Y8J6IjgI/AAAAAAAAAl0/AawZqk6_Z0k/s1600-h/DSC05866.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4Y7QE4H6I/AAAAAAAAAlc/n7kg9-SvxpY/s1600-h/DSC05868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358748012824240034" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4Y7QE4H6I/AAAAAAAAAlc/n7kg9-SvxpY/s400/DSC05868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4YZs4-9YI/AAAAAAAAAlU/XwFmaL9JKzw/s1600-h/DSC05867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358747436443432322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4YZs4-9YI/AAAAAAAAAlU/XwFmaL9JKzw/s320/DSC05867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the only cupcake that had teh most work done on it, dont ask me why.. bt yeah, randomly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, i spread white colored cream cheese frosting on the surface of teh cupcake, then i piped a 'border' on the edge of the cake den carefully spoon the hundred &amp;amp; thousands(referring to the little multi-colored candy bits.) around the border..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i finished off by piping a heart shape in the middle of the cake. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4YZQBMpuI/AAAAAAAAAlM/XCdIPcmLfkU/s1600-h/DSC05872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358747428693255906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4YZQBMpuI/AAAAAAAAAlM/XCdIPcmLfkU/s320/DSC05872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left over pink cream-cheese frosting in a pink bowl, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4ZK1z9gVI/AAAAAAAAAmM/NSAzmnQtM1s/s1600-h/DSC05920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358748280651874642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4ZK1z9gVI/AAAAAAAAAmM/NSAzmnQtM1s/s400/DSC05920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that baking and frosting, i got into the picture actingall shocked and surprise, like i was the one recieving the cupcakes. lol... sorry for the messy hair. grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4YZEIeX7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/_a78z2LgSm0/s1600-h/DSC05836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358747425502551986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4YZEIeX7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/_a78z2LgSm0/s320/DSC05836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random picture. scars left on my right wrists after getting scalded by hot oil back at work. :/ at first, it was like blister, with liquid in it.. gross. i accidentally 'burst' it while i was workng and it slowly dry up. i call it "the 2 bullet holes." cos it resembles.. lol, slightly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den i go around and say "hey check out the bullet holes!" lolllll.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uncle kenny says it looks like a dracula/ vampire had came over and bite my wrist.. which explains the scar. lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at the scar carefully, its exactly on the same spot with a ilil distanc aprt, i think if i join the 'dots' together with a pen, it might form a straight line. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4YYrNJYmI/AAAAAAAAAk8/KCT2wrJ_MBU/s1600-h/DSC05859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358747418811261538" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4YYrNJYmI/AAAAAAAAAk8/KCT2wrJ_MBU/s320/DSC05859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4YYQ3uwCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/VkikrgucR9k/s1600-h/DSC05995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358747411742113826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4YYQ3uwCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/VkikrgucR9k/s320/DSC05995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my room! :D i have all these stars hangd all over my window now, it's really pretty when i turn n the light. like a window full of stars. ahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yayyyy~ (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, that's about it! i wanna play computer games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-5741929676137806113?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5741929676137806113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=5741929676137806113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5741929676137806113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5741929676137806113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/07/cupcakes.html' title='cupcakes!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sl4Y8asEXRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/pr0brflgv20/s72-c/DSC05820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-164151955134738533</id><published>2009-07-15T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:14:46.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmmmm...</title><content type='html'>it's been like that for the past 2 weeks during my off-days. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time consuming ut im having fun, like mixing up colors. woo-hooo.. needa work on the recipe more thou. the cookie didnt turn out to taste how i wanted it to be, maybe its the brand of butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;royal icing is awfully sweeeeet! my advice, dont take too much of that.. u wld get sick of it. but the colors looked really good! looks wayyyyy better in real than pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pardon me for the cookie designs, had no idea what to draw. lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made cupcakes 2 weeks ago with the frosting and stuff. took pictures of it but my bro deleted everything, urgh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will upload pictures of it when i get the next batch of cupcakes done next week or so. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking forward to this sunday's chalet. organized by the managers at work. booze, food and shit loads of fun! maybe not much of the booze, but fun, yessssss. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never fail to laugh at work every single day. hah! lotsa teasing of each other and suff like that. thou i often get teased the most cos im the youngest.. haha, but i jst laugh it off and fight back. lol... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes, can u believe yesterday was my 9th month working in the restaurant.??? i can't believe im woking non-stop, day and nght for the past 9 months already.. 3 more months to a year! yahoooo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, till then, ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-164151955134738533?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/164151955134738533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=164151955134738533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/164151955134738533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/164151955134738533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmmmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmmmm...'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SlzjePbFWhI/AAAAAAAAAks/xT231vYGZws/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-7744072371228834066</id><published>2009-07-10T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T04:15:52.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahahahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OM_3np-C0Ps&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OM_3np-C0Ps&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you probably have watched this video before..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know this video will never fails to make me laugh. watched it for the 1st time a few years back.. found it on youtube once again. lololol.. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;popsicle-licking guy's facial expression was priceless at the end of the video! who could have expected that 'lady' has a wee-wee? ahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my legs so shiny shiny now. heehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got a set of(multi-colored) markers that i've always wanted and cherries.. yes, cherries! they taste sooooooo good. courtesy of dad.. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i heard eating a shit-load of cherries would make your lips swell. is that true? lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then, no one needs lip-fillers(is that how u spell it??) nor lip-plumping, lip gloss of that sort. just eat cherries! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another random question:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- are you able to tie a knot off a cherry stalk? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know i can. it's easy! :b&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;go try it if you have not. heh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright, ciao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-7744072371228834066?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7744072371228834066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=7744072371228834066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7744072371228834066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7744072371228834066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahahahahaha.html' title='hahahahahaha'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-6196799710447915907</id><published>2009-07-08T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T04:37:08.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah hah!</title><content type='html'>i'm diving into bed right after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still figuring out how am i gonna spend my day after i wake up earlier on. same goes to thursday and friday.. for the whole 2 days. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually wrote a list of things i wanna do like 2 weeks ago. i might just go do according to what i had written on the list of things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, the 1st thing on my to-do list is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which leads to the 2nd thing on my to-do list, and it's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. clean up wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant think of what's the 3rd thing already. must be some cleaning chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need water now! dying soon if i dont drink water after this.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should be on medication like 2 wks ago, i took once and couldnt bothered anymore. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took another dosage last night which makes up the 2nd time.. not much of a difference. i shall go and take it later. bla~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom &amp;amp; dad wld definitely kill me if they know i have not been taking medication. if that is only they know i have a blog and have written all of this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....oookaye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are closing already.. it's already closing. i had to pry it open with toothpicks in order to fnish up this entry here. :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-6196799710447915907?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6196799710447915907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=6196799710447915907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6196799710447915907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6196799710447915907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/07/ah-hah.html' title='ah hah!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-275646468603458320</id><published>2009-07-06T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:16:27.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>spent almost 30 minutes on my blog entry.. then i figured out it was a whole piece of crap. i just deleted everything and i'm here updating, again. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more minutes to 3am. working at 10:30am later on.. oh hell..&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd week of july have not come to an end yet i'm already thinking of this month's payday which is 3 more agonizing weeks. how sad. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see i'm hell lazy to be typing properly right now. so pardon me for the slight mistakes that i might make. (:&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made my colleagues laughed so hard at work today. no intention and all that had happened wasnt planned either. they laughed so hard was all because of what i had done! i laughed so hard at my own stupidity also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before we left the restaurant, we were waiting for the floor staff to tell us kitchen's closed for the night so that we can finish doing our area clean up and get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair feels oily for some reason and i felt disgusted by it so i decided to go wash my hair at the washing area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which i grabbed a clean towel and wipe it dry, while at it.. this particular colleague of mine was disturbing/ teasing me as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i left my towel at the table on the other side and forgot about it.. so i got to the other side and my colleague was talking to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grabbed the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; dirty and oily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; towel which was placed within my arm's reach, without looking if it's the towel i used to dry my hair earlier on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i placed it on my head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and didn't feel right. cos the towel i had placed on my head was dry(which the original towel i used for drying my hair is, wet.) and it smells like oil and grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EWWWWWWWWWW TO THE MAX I TELL YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quickly took the oily towel off my head and throw it one side. my colleague whose standing beside me was so into talking to me didnt realise what i had done. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i took the towel off my head, immediately and yelling out "omg!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then realized what had happened.. started saying stuff like "OMFG! YUCK. YOURE SO GROSS.!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he laughed till tears flew out of his eyes and kept laughing at me. icouldnt help it but laughed at my own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha. then they assume i took that dirty towel and scrubbed my head with it, i kept yelling out, "NO!!!!!" they insist i did it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was explaning what had happened with laughter added in it. could barely hear what i was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embarrassing or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i didnt scrub my head with that disgusting filthy and greasy towel. otherwise i have to wash my hair like 10 more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i am so tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh at my stupidty, already! :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-275646468603458320?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/275646468603458320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=275646468603458320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/275646468603458320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/275646468603458320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-7784961747550031193</id><published>2009-07-03T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:24:35.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates. Haven't been going online for the past few days.. Can't be hell bothered to do so. Which is pretty surprising...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think much of surfing the net, watching videos on Youtube nor IM-ing on MSN. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I wld feel like dying if I don't get in touch with the cyber world for a day or 2. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good job to myself on that. And I'm here cos I need to check my emails otherwise it would be flooded with junk and I'm lazy to sort out the ones I wanna delete and the ones I wanna read/ store. And yes, I just chcked the inbox..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flooded with nothing but crap shit advertisements. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got home at 5:30am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for supper with Cindy, that woman. Have not met her for months and I was starving last night, god knows why. So I texted her to see if she's free or not. Heh! She was so free, so I met her at Tampines 201 area to have supper. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I already met her she told me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aha! You're so random! Texted me to see if I'm free for supper out of the blue!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, yeah.. BUt she was the 1st in mind when I was thinking of having munchies and bitching lor.. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Cindy! Be honoured you're the 1st person I had in mind! :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had foood at the nearby 24-hours prata store and we talked ALOT. From old school days till sucky friends and what not. Bla~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or 2 went up to her place, she passed me the bottle of Bailey's and slacked at her place for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed me funny pictures of her friends and herself at all their birthdays celebrations and meet-ups which had made me feel green with envy that she got an awesome group of cliques filled with laughter and get to do fun stuff like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I can only dream of having.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not that I don't.. But most of my colleagues all like way older den I am, mostly are uncles if you wanna know. LOL. Hell older than me, married with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cos who in the world wld have time to go eat with you at cafes or have a bbq session with you when obviously, family comes first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, green with envy. :/&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which I left her place and went to hail for a cab back home and man! That cab driver pissed me off so much. SO, I told him my destination and he said ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume he knows his way, anyway.. In my opinion, cab drivers ARE suppose to know the roads well in Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're someone who drives people around to where they wanna go for a living so yes, it's right to say that you HAVE to know your roads well in our sunny island, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was taking a cab from Tampines street 33(or 31? I cannot remember.) to Tampines street 83 which is where I live. Instead of taking a shorter route to my place, this driver goes by the longer route..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were at this junction, which he cld have just make a right turn, go all the way straight down and I wld have reached home 10 minutes earlier than the time I reached home. BUT NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he knew his way when we were at the junction. Cos a right turn wld lead him to Tamp st 83. But he did not.. He decide to go all the way straight, I was thinking, wtf?! Nevermind.. He went straight, so I assume he wld turn, but no. He went in by Tamp st 82. Which is one fucking big around, mind you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told him to turn into this road which leads me to the stadium area and to Tamp st 83 which is WHERE I WANNA GO. So I told him "Uh, you can make a right turn ahead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what that driver told me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're going street 83 right? I cant turn here. If I turn here it wld be street 82."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!! Oh this dude thinks I dont know my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I may not have a driver's license not a car to drive but I know the road at my area pretty well, I know which road around my area leads me to.. Which road doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dont fucking tell me you can't turn here cos it wld be lead us to another street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying he doesnt know his way round, I mean hello? If youre not very sure the shorter route thats why you took the longer route, I am here to tell you to make a turn so it wld make this trip alot shorter and faster. He still thinks I am telling him the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind, even thou a person who doesnt have a driver's license nor doesnt know HOW TO drive, doesnt mean they dont know roads well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, a person who doesnt drive let alone having a driver's license know roads well way better than those who do know how to drive and have a driver's license??? I think I am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired and sleepy..(I was up since 8:30am on the previous day, mind you.) Cant be bothered to argue with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached, paid for the fare which was more than the amount I had in mind cos of longer route and time he had took to go to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am a miser, but if you wanna earn my money this way, it's shit ok? Of cos, going home at 5am.. Midnight charges are still on. Bla~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cab driver's nails were so long, when he handed me back my change.. He scratched me! Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For god's sake.. Leave the long nails to the females. Why you men wanna have long nails?! I can only think you wanna have long nails cos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You're transvertite/ trans-sexual to get em manicured/ painted or scratch other transvertite's faces with.(Which doesnt sound very manly to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You have nail fetish.(What kinda crap fetish is that?!)&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit asses. Happened to me when I took a cab to Tampines 201 also! I told the driver I wanna go to street 21's 7-11. He drove me into the HDB block's carpark instead.. I was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, forget it, just alight me here. I will walk in myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no fucking idea why he turn into the carpark where by the community centre area was just right infront of him. OMFG! He can tell me that he cant see where the CC is. Open your damn eyes! Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INstead of making my trip much more easier for me.. This 2 drivers definitely made it more troublesome for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard this stereotype against female drivers? That they cant drive, they suck at road directions aka no sense of direction? I bet you heard of that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I dont believe it's true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that Imma female myself and I'm standing up for the ladies. But, not all are bad drivers. Take my aunt for example. Shes like one of the best female drivers Ive seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know the multi storey carparks which involves you to drive up/ down round and round. Some of these carparks road are like super narrow and bigger cars have some difficulty go up/ down round and round afraid they might scratch their car??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt is pro at that! She drives a big ass mercedes and she can drive her way up smoothly without stopping time and time again, checking if she scratched the car not. WOOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this may not be big deal for some but for what I see, I think she's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly she's used to be on the road so frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah talking about steretype against female drivers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now tell you that some men suck at road directions. Just like the 2 cab drivers Ive met last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-7784961747550031193?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7784961747550031193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=7784961747550031193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7784961747550031193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7784961747550031193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4313338664478997096</id><published>2009-06-28T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T03:28:44.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Pancakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJs9c__Xvf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJs9c__Xvf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Jack Johnson! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The title of this song is cute too. Banana Pancakes. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another of my favourite track by Jack Johnson is, Better Together. Go listen to it! It's awesome. His songs make me sway my head from side to side, tap my toes without fail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's like the kinda songs you wld listen off the starting of some romantic comedy movie. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! He's hawaiian, btw. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I'm done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm supposed to be on medication, I took it only once and stopped for like 2 days. :/ My parents wld kill me if they know Im not taking the medication the doctor had prescribed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel dehydrated. I need water, a drink. I need a cold drink! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4313338664478997096?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4313338664478997096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4313338664478997096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4313338664478997096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4313338664478997096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/banana-pancakes.html' title='Banana Pancakes!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-9040438608508947118</id><published>2009-06-26T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:20:28.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P, M.J (1958-2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SkRHAk98ypI/AAAAAAAAAkU/h0uXMqoXw8Q/s1600-h/Michael-Jackson-p04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351480332472076946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SkRHAk98ypI/AAAAAAAAAkU/h0uXMqoXw8Q/s320/Michael-Jackson-p04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LazhhE1IwXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LazhhE1IwXA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you probably know about Michael Jackson's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he's dead. You probably heard it from your friends, online. Or through text messages, or see it on yahoo.com/ google.com/ msn.com which they place it on the main page, headlines of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know till my bro told me this morn. Saying he recieved a text from his friend, saying M.J's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed away this afternoon(America's time.) which is around 5+am, local time. He died of cardiac arrest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A cardiac arrest, also known as cardiopulmonary arrest or circulatory arrest, is the abrupt cessation of normal circulation of the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Blood" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; due to failure of the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Heart" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heart"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; to contract effectively during &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Systole (medicine)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Systole_(medicine)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;systole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cardiac_arrest#cite_note-Harrison-0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[1]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cardiac arrest is different from (but may be caused by) a heart attack or &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Myocardial infarction" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myocardial_infarction"&gt;&lt;em&gt;myocardial infarction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, where blood flow to the still-beating heart, is interrupted (as in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Cardiogenic shock" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cardiogenic_shock"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cardiogenic shock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about Cardiac arrest, you can go to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cardiac_arrest"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cardiac_arrest&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wld have imagine, King of POP to die at the age of 50? I'm one of the many millions out there who have not given a thought about M.J's death at, 50. It's scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying at the age of 50 is way tooooo young. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a hard-core fan of M.J. But I can say, I grew up listening to his songs. I watched his videos when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed by his sweet dance moves, I remember my brothers watching this one 30mins long music video of his for more than 10 times. That video is really awesome! All the characters played in the video is none other but M.J, himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can never be sick of listening to his music he had made from the old days, Billie Jean/ Smooth Criminal/ Thriller/ Beat It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who had won so many grammy/ music awards. The guy's music videos that had been awarded, best music video numerous times.. is now, up in the clouds, in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe, he's dead. Really~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe he did not do all the bad things, such as molesting those lil boys he had over at his Neverland, all those years ago. Parents of these kids probably wana get money out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People making comments about him having too much plastic surgery, on his face. I guess, that is his own problem if he wants surgery, he just doesnt like the way he looks. Who cares? It's his money after all.. Not like he borrowed money to get all this done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heard months ago, he was suppose to be on some kinda world tour. Before he even accomplish that, he's dead already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, when was the last time we heard from M.J making everyone stage go crazy, crying and even fainting while watching him sing/ dance? A couple of years back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad how god take all the good and down-to-earth people away but leave all the douchebags around here, living happily and breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably haters once liked M.J too, just that they read too much of these news talking bad about M.J and soon developed a hatred towards him too. :/ It's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to tell you how much I love him or anything. Judging from the amount of die hard fans he have, out there. Haters are nothing.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratio of fans to haters is probably, 10:1. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson will not be forgotten even after his dead, trust me. Even 20-30 years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be remembered by many. Many successful artiste and singers out there were inspired by M.J. The man who inspire new young talents to be as successful as him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: Usher/ Chris Brown/ Rain &amp;amp; MANY MANY MORE.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what his family members have to say. Like, Janet Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I end my post.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rest In Peace, Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-9040438608508947118?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/9040438608508947118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=9040438608508947118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/9040438608508947118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/9040438608508947118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-mj-1958-2009.html' title='R.I.P, M.J (1958-2009)'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SkRHAk98ypI/AAAAAAAAAkU/h0uXMqoXw8Q/s72-c/Michael-Jackson-p04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-2986266230611096612</id><published>2009-06-25T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T04:03:10.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Line Is It Anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzRgC3aGuAk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzRgC3aGuAk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch it! Funny as hell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Omg, I love this show so much. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I higly reccomend to those who have not watch it before, spent 2 hours(or 3? :X) watching episodes and episodes of it! (: Hell funny, laughed till I teared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is one video you wanna watch to get through a boring night.. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I'm going to bed now. Night &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to the doctor's tomorrow.. Been the 3rd time, this year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sighhhhhh~ :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-2986266230611096612?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2986266230611096612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=2986266230611096612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2986266230611096612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2986266230611096612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/whose-line-is-it-anyway.html' title='Whose Line Is It Anyway?'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-2482048448238094467</id><published>2009-06-21T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:42:02.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging about what had happened this morning was on my mind like the whole of today. Just had to do an update about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's all about this crazy chinese lady  prank calling my place. Calling me names and insulting my parents too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know her. I don't remember knowing any chinese lady recently. She isn't a local, her mandarin accent was pretty obvious that she isn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the number she used to call up my place isnt any local number either. On my phone i.d caller, the displayed number was, 'O'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O = Overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's an overseas call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so mad about it and Ive never come across any prank callers in my life so persistent, annoying, rude and fucked. Yes, fucked.. Omfg, you have no idea how many times she called even after we yelled swear words at her. We, as in, my brother &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have just fake I speak no madarin and spoke english through out, so she would stop harrassing me. Gave me a bad morning/ day.. Cos of this bitch, I was late for work. Knn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she's gonna call again tomorrow, I will just start speaking english through out and fake I speak no mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say about all these prank callers call to tell u that u had won a million dollars.. In other words, scam are just a bunch of desperate/ poor/ pitiful/ rude bitches/ jerks who have nothing better to do but to call and cheat for money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, you want money do it the hard way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go stand on the streets and get desperate lonely men to pay you for sex. Aint that bad eh? You get pleasure and moolahs. That's for the bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the jerks, go stand on the street too, ask lonely gay men to screw you in the ass. Pleasure and moolahs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me mad is that, they don't get what they want from calling you(MONEY.) They start to be rude and talk shit.. I can't fight em cos they speak WAY BETTER mandarin than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddddd, to our dear fellow Singaporeans, don't be a dumbass to start believing what you hear in future saying you won money in whatever contest/ lucky draw youve never came across or heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do believe, you're just another fool letting these douchebags taking all your hard-earn money away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, all you can do is cry your eyeballs out, your money had grew wings on it's own flying into these douchebags' pockets and there, they are sniggering at how stupid you are while they continue counting the amount of money they had gotten from you, fools. Tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which they wld all think we, SIngaporeans are a bunch of stupid fools who are greedy and such cheapskate to believe in all these free money and good deals. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I don't wanna be labelled as a fool just cos of many of my fellow country people who got cheated, LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty smart, don't call me a fool! :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said, I could have just ignore this lady's phone call. Well, I did.. she just kept calling. And everytime I answer.. She acts all sweet and innocent, referring to her voice. What she think she's doing? Seducing me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey, I'm not turned on by your high-pitched annoying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; voice, ok? Fuckkkkkk, gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, makes me mad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will tell y'all what this bitch had told me and how she insulted my parents. What the fuck, my parents ARE innocent. if you're unhappy deal it with MOI. Not my parents ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*POINTS MIDDLE FINGER.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-2482048448238094467?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2482048448238094467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=2482048448238094467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2482048448238094467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2482048448238094467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogging-about-what-had-happened-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-8073437889310591549</id><published>2009-06-20T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:06:34.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200th entry.</title><content type='html'>this marks the 200th entry on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been blogging on a daily basis for like the past week. as for today, it's the 2nd entry for 1 day. it's crazy. i'm sure too free/ bored to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow onwards, i wont be upating that regularly, i'm back to work.. time flies before u even know it. waiting for my day off to come is long and agonizing but to go through day off is fast as hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so bored! &lt;s&gt;i should be off watching lesbian porn or something.&lt;/s&gt; much better than staring at the monitor or stoning infront of the computer doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR MAYBE I SHOULD JUST....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhh, that's the way. uh huh uh huh, i like it... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me a sleeper already. is there such a word, sleeper? lol. i think there is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I NEED SOMEONE TO MAKE ME LAUGH AND TALK CRAZY. no, am not referring to u, Suf "crazy bud". SOMEONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa, i just sound like some kinda desperado. fuckkkkkkkk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-8073437889310591549?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8073437889310591549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=8073437889310591549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8073437889310591549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8073437889310591549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/200th-entry_19.html' title='200th entry.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-6809293126547182311</id><published>2009-06-19T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:38:22.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzz.</title><content type='html'>Been infront of the laptop for 4 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, my legs are aching. Can't find the 'perfect' position to rest my legs and be infront of the laptop in peace. My current sitting position looks really awkward.. Look like a frog somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That isnt the point why I'm here, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are dying, I've been here for the past 4 hours.. Doing up my Mom's menu. Finally, I've finished typing and printing every single thing she had asked me to. Now, I can be left alone in peace.. Phewww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's leaving for Thailand, tonight. He would only be back on either Monday/ Tuesday morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm done with the menu, I can be leaving the laptop and do something else right? Not really, I gotta be working on recipes for work. Promised Uncle Kenny, I wld pass it to him when I return back to work, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to be still doing work related stuff when I'm having my day off. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do that in the comfort of my own home if I had Microsoft Word but I don't, that's why I'm here at my Grandma's, making use of my Aunt's laptop whose at Malaysia, right now.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better get going. If I wanna finish typing all the recipe and have them printed out by 8pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm pushing myself to finish my work by 8pm, which is in an hour's time.. Despite, I can easily drift away, watching Youtube videos. Lol.. Bla~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What the hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Told myself to finish by 8pm. It's 9:35pm right now! No, I did not go to Youtube! I was on Microsoft Word for the whole&lt;strong&gt; 2 and half hours&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang! It's taking longer than I thought! Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have not finished yet. This recipe shit is killing me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-6809293126547182311?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6809293126547182311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=6809293126547182311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6809293126547182311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6809293126547182311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/zzz.html' title='Zzz.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-6547910111474231575</id><published>2009-06-18T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:40:15.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CaronCarol in a dress</title><content type='html'>At times, my friends would randomly ask/ tell me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caron, why don't you go get yourself a dress?? Doll up, you would look awesome. SO, YES! GET A FREAKIN' DRESS ALREADY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes, now I'm gonna show you pictures of myself in a dress.. And tell me how "HOT" I look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY?!!!?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sjoi0A_eIFI/AAAAAAAAAkM/pNBkpDwNJxg/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348625784470642770" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sjoi0A_eIFI/AAAAAAAAAkM/pNBkpDwNJxg/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sjoiz445U2I/AAAAAAAAAkE/WlLaIeIevU0/s1600-h/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348625782295581538" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sjoiz445U2I/AAAAAAAAAkE/WlLaIeIevU0/s320/IMG_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, what????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID show you pictures of myself in a dress, didn't I? I did not lie... I promise I would show you and I did. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know alot are rolling their eyeballs and so wanna kill me right now. :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it.. Found these pictures in my grandma's house. Had to show y'all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other time I saw it and I burst out laughing while pointing at the picture. For real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who bought those funny looking dresses for me? The blue halter one, especially... I think, my mom. -_- Omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I find mothers never fail to make you look silly in clothes they think looks cute.. When you're younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to think about it, if they don't do that. There wont be anything to laugh about 20 years later, when you dig out your old photos to look at it. Ahhhh~ Memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, above pictures were taken when I was 3-4 years old? I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even saw pictures of myself much younger, taken right after I got back from New Zealand, I've decided not to upload it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks horrible, my cheeks were red and my eyes looked so sepet! Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a Japanese boy.. new-born, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized my toddler pictures looked WAY better(cuter)... Ha ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be here, helping my Mom to do up her menu.. I'm still here, typing away. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for meaningful/ inspirational/ good quotes by famous people. :D For something..... Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, better get started with the menu.. She needs it by tonight! Will try to multi-task or something... Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-6547910111474231575?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6547910111474231575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=6547910111474231575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6547910111474231575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6547910111474231575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/bored.html' title='CaronCarol in a dress'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/Sjoi0A_eIFI/AAAAAAAAAkM/pNBkpDwNJxg/s72-c/IMG_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-6569181603921905683</id><published>2009-06-18T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:31:07.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coke or C**k?!?! AHAHA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OsP99Xc7zXY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OsP99Xc7zXY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to watch it! Mad Funny!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surf showed me the above video earlier on when I was over at her place. I laughed till I teared.. Tried to keep my volume down cos her parents were already asleep. :X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't take it anymore, laughed so hard with my hand covering my mouth. -_-, I know! HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you didn't catch any of what Vernon A and the crazy c**k selling cheena lady were saying, there's subtitles with it, so yeah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty much able to read and listen to the conversation between Vernon A and the crazy c**k selling cheena lady. :b&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda think it's pretty dumb to have maple story characters on the video. Not hatin' but, yeah, dumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'m using Safari right now, wanna try it out.. Came together with the upgrading of Itunes' version. Since everyone's talking how awesome Safari is, I'm here to give it a try. Heh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondering what my brother/s had done to the computer. Deleted all the programs so that they were able to download more online games. -_- (Warcraft, mind you.. NO MORE MAPLE STORY!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They cld have saved their dumb ass games in another driver or something, if not what's with the 280GB worth(140GB per driver) of free space for? Fuck tard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that they have screw it up, I can't even log into MSN or anything like that. Can't be bothered to fix it, oh well.. I can't be bothered to log in, either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was walking around Toys 'R' Us earlier on while we were at the mall. Came across this jewellry making set which comes with colorful plastic beads and nylon strings.. Was so excited, wanna get my hands on one. HA HA HA, did that when I was 5. I still like playing with thoseee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, something to look forward to on my next day off. At least it's better than sticking around the house, doing nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes, another 2 more days off and I will be back working my ass off. Making full use of these 2 more precious days.. For instance, sleep. Ah hah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, gonna do that now or soon, at least. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-6569181603921905683?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6569181603921905683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=6569181603921905683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6569181603921905683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6569181603921905683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/coke-or-ck-ahaha.html' title='Coke or C**k?!?! AHAHA.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4004207379747627316</id><published>2009-06-17T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:04:54.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to laugh about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SjidQT6YriI/AAAAAAAAAj8/W-FhKItVr9s/s1600-h/getMediumSizePhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348197461051092514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SjidQT6YriI/AAAAAAAAAj8/W-FhKItVr9s/s320/getMediumSizePhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude got for stealing laptop during last week's IT show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't kow if you guys read about this article, I don't know about this till moments ago. Was blog hopping and happen to see this link on this random person's blog entry. Clicked on the link and read the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=74397"&gt;http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=74397&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on above link to read the whole article.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure to laugh at this theif's act or to pity for being tied up like that and got his picture taken of to show it to many others whose reading the article right at this very moment or later on, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security guard whose in the picture with the theif looked like he was very proud for catching him. Like a fisherman whose out in the sea for 3 months, came back with a 50 feet long, 800 pounds shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. 'am exaggerating with the size of the shark, but you roughly get my idea. Do you? ..Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know alot of you would say stuff like "Yeah that dude deserve to be shamed by public for committing such an act."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I pity this guy. I mean, yeah, he did wrong for stealing a laptop. But I dont think he deserve anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By tying him up, making him sit at the IT show area.. People throwing paper balls and jeering at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am the theif..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wont even know what to do, prolly tryna find a hole whole and hide in there for the rest of my life or bury my head somewhere like an ostrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the proud security guard, according to the article.. He is not one of the staff of Suntec City. The security guard is hired by the event organiser, itself. Bla~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, I guess, just tie that that dude up, bring him to the office or anywhere, call the cops and let the cops deal with it. Why do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, if it's your son/ daughter who had committed such a crime, would you want something like that to happen to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the public to jeer at him/ her. Paper balls thrown at him/ her. I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou you would answer me right now with something like "Yeah, I wld let the public humiliate him/ her. If he/ she did commit a crime like this.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you say initially, wait till you see a picture like this on a site/ newspaper. You wld think twice or thrice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with his/ her face, blurred.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I've said in this whole entry are MY thoughts, MY opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think what I had said isnt right, those are YOUR thoughts, YOUR opinions. Everyone's given a right to their own thoughts and opinions. There isnt a right or wrong opinion here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let y'all know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4004207379747627316?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4004207379747627316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4004207379747627316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4004207379747627316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4004207379747627316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-laugh-about.html' title='to laugh about?'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SjidQT6YriI/AAAAAAAAAj8/W-FhKItVr9s/s72-c/getMediumSizePhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-2198636417608370104</id><published>2009-06-15T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:47:24.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu bug..</title><content type='html'>Gotten flu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's irritating me to the extreme! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is sucha bug called the Flu bug which flies/ goes/ jumps around casting flu spells on random people. I bet it's mad laughing at me right now. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's irritating me is that, I wld just start having some kinda sneezing fit whereby I need to focus in whatever I'm doing. Not focusing on another sneeze which is YET to come! Bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I do is stick around and *sniff sniff* :/ and I can sense the headache coming. Probably from the fever I had last month. I hate it alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm yawning away, gonna go to bed soon and it's only 11:46pm. My body starts to break down after 11pm nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeeeeeeeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-2198636417608370104?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2198636417608370104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=2198636417608370104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2198636417608370104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2198636417608370104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/flu-bug.html' title='Flu bug..'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-7555550517165450204</id><published>2009-06-14T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:21:39.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weather's warm and sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good to head out for a game of volleyball at the beach and get roasted by Mr Sunny Sun.. Definitely not good for hanging out in the house right here, blogging. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last entry was a total piece of crap. Running out of ideas to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 more days to payday. I'm dead broke already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, it's the middle of the month already. Yet again, it's the middle of the year too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, today! Heading out for Sunday brunch? Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading out for church service?(or what you Christians and Catholics do on Sundays in church.) Good for you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading to work. Not good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday tomorrow! Yet another week. Looking forward to Wednesday. A break for me till Saturday. :b But I'm gonna stay put at home. I'm dead broke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so enjoyable to head out without any penny left in your purse/ wallet/ bank account?? Not fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna continue to sleep early every night. I did that and I'm happy.. Looks like work load takes up all my energy, leaving me so dead every night when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is a good thing too, whereby my mind is put to smething else and not letting my thoughts go wild like zebras in African wildlife or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for shower and head to work..&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'm still trying to erase you off my mind, COMPLETELY. What the fuck... Where's the backspace button like the one you see on keyboards?! Can someone install one of that in my brain? Please.. I guess, the 'Backspace' key is in great demand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-7555550517165450204?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7555550517165450204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=7555550517165450204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7555550517165450204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7555550517165450204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/weathers-warm-and-sickening.html' title=''/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-9201079868279671357</id><published>2009-06-11T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:22:29.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous of my brother..</title><content type='html'>So, Regan Tan was mindlessly doing his popping moves infront of me, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said again because.. He's always seen dancing at the most unusual time of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all he do is popping and more popping, maybe a few locking moves added in but they all look the same to me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I am so jealous of that boy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not cos he's able to pop &amp;amp; lock, he's pretty much still a noob compared to what u see on Youtube. HAH! :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of that boy cos he got abs! Dang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not six-pac sorta abs. If so, I wonder what he's been doing, all that pop &amp;amp; lock, he's been doing, mindlessly? Hah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, not six-pac sorta abs. But defined.. &amp;amp; I am super jealous of that. Oh, did I add that even my other brother has defined abs as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous, double the amount this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's barely 14 yet, well in a month's time...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, if you think I'm showing off what my brothers' got, you're so wrong. Why would I show off? It's on my brothers anyway, not like it's on me. My point for saying this, is that.. I'm just hell jealous of them, that's all. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you still insist that I'm showing off my brothers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wld, if they are as famous as Zac Efron or the Jonas Brothers.(These are the guys I can think of now. So Disney Channel, I know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...By then, I get all kinds girls wanting to make friends with me, even gay boys(who are in love with Zac/ Jonas Brothers) too. Cos they wanna know my brothers. Grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm beginning to wonder.. If my parents gave them abs as well as looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks so much, why did my parents invest so much on them in looks department and now, body-built department too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yes. Miserable enough, I was left with nothing. Even thou, I'm their 1st kid. Urgh! God's playing tricks on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did my parents gave me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor a smokin hot bod that girls wld kill to have, guys yearn to get a piece of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I don't know what I inherited from my parents' genes. LOL.. maybe, brains, creativity. I don't know. But that would only be seen after people know you on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds damn superficial, I know! People these days are alllllllll like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the ones who LOUDLY claims they aren't. Hah! Think I buy your shit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't give me shit like that. I wld let the car run over my body 50 more times when u say u're not. A tad bit counts too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla, a blog entry can lead to something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell, really.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, something to laugh about, I'm listening to Mandarin POP songs! Swaying my head from side to side even while typing now. Trying to sing a few lines of it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY OR WHAT!? Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like downloading the song. It's addictive.. I think I can go K-BOX already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told myself to go to bed at 12. It's 1 hour and 18 minutes later and I am still here.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caron, screw yourself.. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-9201079868279671357?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/9201079868279671357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=9201079868279671357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/9201079868279671357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/9201079868279671357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/jealous-of-my-brother.html' title='Jealous of my brother..'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4392749264278439116</id><published>2009-06-11T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:28:36.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping aid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2a25VlLsk0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2a25VlLsk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click 'PLAY' to listen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till now, when I can't fall asleep. I need such music to get me to sleep. From lullaby to Kenny G's... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know! Brahms lullaby sounds a little too over.. But still, it still gets me to sleep at the end of the day. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't judge me! Just cos I listen to Brahms Lullaby meant for babies. Haaaa.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, night world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4392749264278439116?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4392749264278439116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4392749264278439116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4392749264278439116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4392749264278439116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleeping-aid.html' title='sleeping aid'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-6410159605061312694</id><published>2009-06-07T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T07:17:14.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm..</title><content type='html'>Slept at 7:30am yesterday, woke up 2 hours later.. Decided to be a good kid for once,(Like I'm always bad. Ha ha?) went out for breakfast with Mom &amp;amp; Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how your parents treat you differently when you're out with them, alone. I don't know for you guys but I know my parents treat me differently when I'm out with them, alone. Yes, without my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tone they used to talk to me sounds all friend-like,(with a bit of we-are-still-your-parents in it) completely different when I'm back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say whatever I want and they would just laugh at my stupidity, little comments on things and views. Like how I used to act all clown infront of them when I was 3 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.. much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I still clown infront of them every nw and then, even thou I'm turning 20 in 6 months &amp;amp; many days more. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got home, cooked lunch for my brothers. My specialty fried bee-hoon, hmmmm. After not cooking that for months, I'm glad it still taste the same like before. I always score high points for this! Am very proud of myself, THANK YOU. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummed, read books and watched tv. Had a random chit-chat session with my Dad.. Lazed around, got tired and went to sleep at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, it was a short nap. But who knows, I checked the time when I woke up.. It was already 4:15am. ZZZ's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 12 hours of sleeping time! Been long since I slept for 12 solid hours, straiiiiightttt.. What a surprise! *Sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ive been on here since 4:30am. Working at 12noon later on.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New week tomorrow! New things ahead for me, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are, going into the 2nd week of June already. Worst of all, I'm going bankrupt, sooon.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I was reading my past blog entries..(refer to archives at the side on the right.) out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading the late April 09 &amp;amp; early May'09 entries. I felt down right stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized thatttttt......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a foool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOH, if I had split personality or I had the ability to transform into another person with a snap of my fingers, I would laugh at myself.. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not to be blinded so easily.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That I'm gonna add into my list of 2010 new year resolution/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I never had any sort of new year's resolutions at all, when asked or having them and not working towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDDDDDDD, I know.. I'm doing this 6 months in advance, but I guess in this 6 months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. You can start looking at all the stupid mistakes you've made(from all the 5 months ago) or you're gonna make for the next 6 months,(dont tell me you wont make mistakes cos no one's perfect...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, adding them into your advance new year's resolution list not to commit any of those.. &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong doing anything in advance, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've made one! I will start making resolutions from now on till the new year comes. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND oh, I'm gonna start working really hard and save alot more too, I'm giving myself another 18 months to do so, save as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than saving and working my ass off, I'm doing lotsa research too. Try to find out as much as possible and that research wld be done with these 18 months too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, sayonara here and HELLO! to new place and life. I wld still LOVEEEEEEE here alot, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all I live here all 18 years of my life. (:&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! And working towards my goal(FOR NOW)... Hmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-6410159605061312694?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6410159605061312694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=6410159605061312694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6410159605061312694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6410159605061312694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm..'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4672336713223066090</id><published>2009-06-06T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T06:14:17.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stars, moon!</title><content type='html'>Just downloaded a bunch of songs. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the few tracks I've downloaded, go listen to it on Youtube. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas - Imma Be&lt;br /&gt;DJ Deckstream ft Lupe Fiasco - Can You Let Me Know&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah - Birthday Sex&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga - The Fame&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga ft Flo Rida - Starstruck&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen and rate them! Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the track by Black Eyed Peas. It's off their new album, woo-hoo! Boom Boom Pow is another good song by them.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night sky, tonight was just as beautiful as last night's. I wanna see more stars! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's too bright, even at night! Every 5M u spot a lamp post, good thing is that you feel safe even walking on the streets at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing about seeing a lamp post every 5M along the side walk? The stars had somehow disappared/ faded into the night sky.. Making it hard for us to see them. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to crane my neck like crazy in bro's room when I wanna see stars, cos view is limited due to the window grills in the room and like I said, stars seem to diappear/ fade into the night sky.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places where you can see countless of stars are at the beach, camping sites(I've seen 3 stars in a row!), Pulau Tekong(according to Qal) Pulau Ubin, I suppose. Places without much lighting around.. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I see the moon all round, bright and perfect, I feel a sense of satisfaction, sounds weird I know but yeah I wld be smiling away. I dont know why.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you guys, I've seen the moon up close before? It was awesome! The moon had craters on it's surface which reminds me of cheese having holes around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the cheese you see in the Tom &amp;amp; Jerry cartoons. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of the moon upclose with the help of a, TELESCOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at this camp, 2 years ago and one of the instructors brought the telescope to camp and asked if anyone wants to see the moon of cos I was one of the many who wants to catch a glimpse of how the moon looks like, upclose. (:&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can only decieve myself by sticking glow in the dark plastic stars all over the big wall  in my room. I plan to get like 2-3 more packs of these and stick them all over the ceiling after my room is painted. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a 5-yr old now. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 more minutes to 6:30am, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4672336713223066090?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4672336713223066090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4672336713223066090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4672336713223066090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4672336713223066090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/stars-moon.html' title='stars, moon!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-8985002808067405807</id><published>2009-06-05T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:54:27.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;30 minutes to 4am, yet again I'm sleeping late. This week's been tiring, hell tiring. Compared to the previous days, weeks and months. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clocked in extra hours this week, staff shortage.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You think I clocked in more hours this week is a good thing cos I will be paid overtime or somethin' but no, all I get is split shift allowance, that's all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if I can choose, I choose sleeping hours extended or something. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Earning money is one issue. Not being able to get back all the beauty sleep hours you've lost? No matter how much u earn, it's still gone into the drain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; I dont think all the more money Ive gotten will make me not look like a Panda, almost. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait for Vicky to come back from India after 3 long weeks to attend his sister's wedding ceremony.. By then, I'm able to clear my outstanding PH.. 3 days, u think? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even if so, I don't know what to do with that 3 days, either. BAH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soooooo, I'm going to bed right after this. Can't take it anymore..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am afraid I might get rashes or something. I don't know how but yeah, am afraid. Zzz, first my fingers, now afraid of getting rashes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does one suffer from rashes? Poor Hygeine?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont think so, I spend 30 minutes in the shower every morning. :X I just take my own sweet time to clean myself up.. HA HA HA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I take my own sweet time to wash my hair, lather myself with bath gel and stuff. Grrrr! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I love bananas. Random..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But bananas are good! I dont see what's wrong with eating bananas. They are good, nice, cheap and most importantly, it keeps you full.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My colleagues ask me why I eat bananas so frequently.. I don't think you need a reason to eat bananas or fruits. Just grab an apple if you feel like it, that's what I do always..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bananas just one tiny part of the list of my favourite fruits. :D Funny thing, I'm not a vegetable lover, oh well~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, ciao! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I walked and walked, wanting to know how the sky looks like tonight. So I did, looked up to find the bright moon and the clouds around it. The sky looked so beautiful tonight.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How I long I was at the beach, listening to waves with the gentle breeze across my face. While I look up to see how the sky wld look like.. Oh, the stars filled dark sky, what's not to like? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With someone you love sitting right next to you and a hug? &lt;strong&gt;Picture perfecto.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-8985002808067405807?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8985002808067405807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=8985002808067405807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8985002808067405807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8985002808067405807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/yahoooooooo.html' title='tired!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-5513088067576815261</id><published>2009-06-03T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:48:48.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhhhhhhhhhhh~</title><content type='html'>my fingers look mad disgusting now. it's all cracked, dry and blisters forming around it. the itch is giving me hell, nevermind about the stinging feeling of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know! you're like going "ewwwwwwwwwwww!!" right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'mma cook and i handle food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i let people know, all that is happening to my fingers which are attached to my hands. the body part which is used for handling food. I KNOW, I KNOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up with all that, 1stly i wear gloves when I handle food. so for that part is covered. don't ask me how the hell did it happened. i have no idea too and obviously, i dont want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when it hurts so bad, i have the urge to cut my fingers off. therefore it wont hurt or itch anymore. but to think of it, that thought of mine is hell stupid. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would never proceed to carry on with that pointless thought of mine which popped up out of nowhere. pretty radom, if you ask me. &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta wake up real early tomorrow, work at 10am to help prep staff meal. naw, no soup. zz.. after which i'm gonna go to Raffles Medical clinic to consult a doctor about the condition of my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks to be waking up early in the morning, but im looking forward cos my shift ends at 6pm! heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to having to making a trip to Raffles Medical clinic tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see if there's any cream or  oral medication to be given to help cure this shit that's happening and driving me nuts, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one shit, i have to suffer if i am gonna make this my career and get my ass to stay put. not plus points, negative ones! grr.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, my eyeballs are gonna pop  out anytime soon. im sleeping, ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-5513088067576815261?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5513088067576815261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=5513088067576815261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5513088067576815261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5513088067576815261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/uhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='uhhhhhhhhhhhh~'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-7055316916953895069</id><published>2009-06-02T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:32:09.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green with Envy.</title><content type='html'>Yes, green with envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy those who are still sleeping right now, those who only to need to wake up after 12noon or any time they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy those who are having their school holidays now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy those who doesnt need to work their asses off with money STILL rolling into their account.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random but true. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather these days' effing sickening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-7055316916953895069?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7055316916953895069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=7055316916953895069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7055316916953895069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7055316916953895069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/green-with-envy.html' title='Green with Envy.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-7304875967028060757</id><published>2009-06-01T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T04:04:06.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't understand why youre always poking your nose in whatever i do. i just dont get it.. i do whatever i want, as long as it isnt wrong legally, whatsoever. i get asked what to do in the day at work by people above me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm back home, i get grilled by you. telling me what i should do and what should i NOT do. i'm tired of this.. i cant do what i want with peace. u said u want peace in the house, i listened and obeyed. but i need my own space. is it too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my health, it's my life. if i screw it up. ive got myself to blame.. i wont come haunting u that u made my health or life in bad shape. dont worry, u dont have to take the blame. neither mom's gonna take teh blame. i will answer for my own life and health. if i wanna do it this way, LET ME BE, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i die of exhaustion, just let me be.&lt;br /&gt;if i die of stress, let me be.&lt;br /&gt;if i die of pressuring my ownself to be better, let me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt it be better that,&lt;br /&gt;u dont have another person to stay angry with, anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt it be better that,&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to give me money when i ask u for it, again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-7304875967028060757?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7304875967028060757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=7304875967028060757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7304875967028060757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7304875967028060757'/><link 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I will go down to the supermarket to get brekfast or something. :/ Or maybe I will just jump back into bed after this? Let's seeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other the other hand, I missed earning an additional 7dollars today, cos I'm paid extra for split shift. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was telling y'all Im gonna make soup at work yesterday morning for staff meal right? Turned out goooood. :D Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I aced something Ive done for the 1st time. Yes, tried soup making before at home, totally failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hopeless at that. I think I'm good for now! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Dad for the instructions. I'm gonna grill him a few days later for a total different soup recipe! By the end of next month, I prolly have like 3/ 4 of this recipes in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my dad, I'm gonna get my phone in these few days' time. Next week is the latest, I think. I paid for it already and his friend was advising me not to get the SE phone I had in mind. He advised to to choose another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dad's getting some smart phone for me instead. Huge possibility~ Woah.. But it's dirt cheap! WOOOOOH and looks brand new on the outside and whatever the function the phone features, works perfectly fine. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to Auntie Anne's pretzels! So convenient for me to get them now, if I crave for them. At Tampines 1.. I dont need to go all the way to town just to get a baked pretzel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suf recommends the sour cream pretzel, I ought to try it yet. I'm much of a sweet tooth than going for something, savoury.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking aout Tampines 1. I dont know if you guys visited Frolicks before or not, it's a store located at the basement level also(Like Auntie Anne's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store sells, yoghurt and you can add like rice crispies/ fruits and candy I suppose into your yoghurt, like your own customized yoghurt or something like that, had not try it before but seems like they are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I can understand why they are doing well. Maybe cos the staff they hire are babes and more babes. Yes, they have pretty looking service staff to tend to your yoghurt needs and they are dressed in tank tops and tubes most of the time. Can totally see why they do well. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hating or jealous, just a random thought of it. (:&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Im starving right now. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-8288873453133410230?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8288873453133410230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=8288873453133410230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8288873453133410230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8288873453133410230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_28.html' title='......'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-5662920953061850965</id><published>2009-05-28T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:37:03.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The entry says it all..</title><content type='html'>I just thought, instead of blogging a whole entry, like I always do. Why not just pen down what I have in mind right now? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired but I'm still hanging around here. Even watched&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce's world tour on Youtube. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So tired, when I closed my eyes, my brain literally switched to&lt;br /&gt;'DREAMING' mode. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Find myself to wake upall of a sudden.. To still see Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;dancing right infront of my very eyes. (Refers to the still playing video. HA&lt;br /&gt;HA!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Didnt win that bag auction on Ebay. DAMN! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've decided to change my phone! YAYAYAAY! I need it ASAP&lt;br /&gt;please. &lt;strong&gt;Sony Ericsson, baby! &lt;/strong&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why my pay isnt in yet! It's pay day today! Is Alex right?&lt;br /&gt;We're only getting our pay on the 31st???? ): Which is another 3 more days.&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;near yet so far....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I take it as you're drunk that night. It's still stored in my&lt;br /&gt;mind at the most front! Dang~ Please don't tell me that you are thou I think&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;really are, drunk. Zzz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'m not a fan of Soulja Boy but why most of his songs are like&lt;br /&gt;hits on the music charts?! Crank Dat is an example and that dance that goes&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;it. You know what I'm talking about..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now this song of his entitled, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'Kiss&lt;br /&gt;Me Thru The Phone.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is stuck in my head. I&lt;br /&gt;like it!&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Never liked, J-pop. But still I downloaded 2 Japanese songs,&lt;br /&gt;last weeeeek! No idea what they are singing about but awesome! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I gotta wake up at 8am later, work at 10am. Getting there&lt;br /&gt;earlier, cos it's my turn to prepare staff meal. I'm making soup and pretty&lt;br /&gt;excited about it. :D Hope it turns out, goood. I'm hopeless in soup making.&lt;br /&gt;Grr! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have to get sleep! I lost precious sleep the whole of last&lt;br /&gt;night. Only an hour! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With regards to the above thought, I'm pretty surprise I did&lt;br /&gt;not doze off at work the whole of today! Sleepy sensations? Yes.. :/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Listening to slow songs to make me sleepy but apparently,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Hudson is singing her lungs out right now. Spotlight, it is. Bla~&lt;br /&gt;Not&lt;br /&gt;so much helping me to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm really keen on getting a tattoo. Oh god...... That sweeeet&lt;br /&gt;hawaiian hibiscus design u see on one of my previous entry is gonna be&lt;br /&gt;spotted&lt;br /&gt;on my ankle! For real! I want a star too. Am I a poseur for&lt;br /&gt;this? I&lt;br /&gt;dont think&lt;br /&gt;so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I need a new hair color or maybe highlights. My highlights&lt;br /&gt;still look fine now but yeah I wanna do brighter highlights! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How do I get videos downloaded from torrents to get into my&lt;br /&gt;Ipod? I cant make that work.. :/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just downloaded Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber. HAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Time flies, do YOU know that it's been a month? How I wish it&lt;br /&gt;was just that and always that. The day I felt different.. Really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess what! I'm gonna get my hands on making bolognese next&lt;br /&gt;week!(Hopefully.) Yes, bolognese!! I've been waiting for this day! None&lt;br /&gt;other&lt;br /&gt;than the family's awesome/ personal chef, my dad. Any one in for a&lt;br /&gt;treat??? I&lt;br /&gt;will get it done. I will be the lab mouse 1st! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Make sure you'll &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me after I feed you with bolognese.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Besides that, &lt;strong&gt;Im gonna make cupcakes too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Holy cow! It's gonna be 4am soon. :/ I'm gonna go to bed, I can't take it anymore. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-5662920953061850965?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5662920953061850965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=5662920953061850965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5662920953061850965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5662920953061850965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/entry-says-it-all.html' title='The entry says it all..'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-8508031780427011995</id><published>2009-05-27T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:11:24.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZZZZZZZ!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm suffering from insomnia or something. I cant sleep! it's like 7am right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 3:30pm yesterday afternoon and I have not slept from that time till now! The worse thing that can ever happen is... WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starts at 10:30am later on. -_- &amp;amp; I'm doing a split shift today. Sucks.. :/ I feel like giving work a miss but I know it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone slap me? ))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleted yesterday night's entry. Hell stupid, spent an hour doing it. But I think it doesn't look righ to me. The pictures are wayyyyyy too over to be posted on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had read it u'll know what I'm talking about, if you don't.. Well just leave it to you to imagine. But I guess no one had read it yet, so that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares anyway???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, crap. I gotta go now, catch that 1 more hour of sleep. Better than nothing. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can already predict, I wld have super oily skin.. Eyeballs feel like they are gonna pop out and feeling all bloated like I'm 5 months pregnant when I wake up later on. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-8508031780427011995?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8508031780427011995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=8508031780427011995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8508031780427011995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8508031780427011995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/zzzzzzzzz.html' title='ZZZZZZZZZ!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-5583667457579602574</id><published>2009-05-24T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T03:18:26.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jump rope pro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yveOrXScI64&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yveOrXScI64&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ut4N8GMs1_E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ut4N8GMs1_E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(due to the limited amount of space on my blog here, size of the videos had been adjusted. you might wana watch it on Youtube itself for a clearer, better, view. :D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this dude's amazing! how i wish i can jump rope like that. he made it look so easy like how he looks like he is not jumping at all and &lt;strong&gt;he claims he jumps 2 hours on an average day and 5 hours on a long day.&lt;/strong&gt; holy cow! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i can't even jump for whole 30 minutes without stopping. awesome! and i'm NOT entirely that bad.. i can jump rope, not like how a 5 yr old kid wld.. stamping their feet so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am not as fast and good as this dude, that's all. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but if i were to do it continuously for 2 whole years like what he had done, i might be as good &amp;amp; fast as him. heehee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other time i said that i wanna start jumping rope but i have not even touch it yet. Zz, my room isnt big enough to do all that jumping. grr! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's just make this guy my role model&lt;/strong&gt; or something. heh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-5583667457579602574?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5583667457579602574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=5583667457579602574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5583667457579602574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5583667457579602574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_23.html' title='jump rope pro!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-5942844951332747309</id><published>2009-05-23T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T03:52:40.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/moWZEY1UdRE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/moWZEY1UdRE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Utada Hikaru - Come Back To Me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing song, I like it alot. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heard it this morning on Channel News Asia. Awesome! Disappointed cos it's not available for download. :/ Tht's ok, gotten the videp loaded on my ipod instead. Works the same. Heh.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still thinking whether I should change my phone or not. I mean, Ive been using this current phone for quite some time.. It's still working well, thou I hate it when it dies on me at times when I really need the phone to text message and stuff. But it's working all well and battery is full when I don't need to use it. Zzz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can afford one after this week..(Cos it's pay day.) My dad can get it at a much reasonable price for the phone I want through his friend, brand new which is a really good deal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not being a cheapskate or anything but come on, you know someone who knows where to get phones at a much cheaper rate and it's brand new, why not right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; pls, before you start saying that I'm a show off here by boasting about changing a new phone.. Hello? How often do I rant about changing new phones and wanting to a phone? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Out of 10 times, prolly 5 times and below. Maybe not! I'm not really into fancy phones.. These days I even thought, as long as it's able to call, allows me to recieve and send text messages, I'm contented. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't really need the mp3 feature since I've got my Ipod with me and listening to music through phone drains out battery real quick, no offence to those out there who listens to music through phone, bla.~ Maybe a good camera feature. Heh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides that, all this money that I'm paying for a new phone is all from my own pocket/ account. I earn them on my own. Hard sweat money.. I earn every cent of it through working. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I guess Ive got every right to talk about getting a new phone and changing it, right? Not like I'm using my parents money and boasting about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I would if my parens were as rich as yours and would boast about too it if I am as spoilt as you. :b Hate me? Go ahead.. I can't give a fu*k. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yesssss, I'm pretty much easy with phones. &amp;amp; I don't get why everyone is getting their hands on touchscreen phone these days? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zz, thou.. I'm one of the many touch screen phone users..(not china phone, but some Samsung phone.) But I find text messaging such a hassle! Like when I'm in a rush to send text messages, sometimes I cant get the words right and mess up the whole thing. The stylus doesnt make text messaging any easier.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not hating touch screen phones but don't understand why everyone's getting it. Guess it's a trend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the next phone I'm getting, no touch screen or maybe part touch screen but definitely with keypad, making text messaging much easier and efficient. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;****************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to something more serious, maybe it's for me... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Regarding about the previous entry, yes, made that out of anger. I am so pissed off by it. Then after 2 days of thinking through, why am I so pissed off over this matter? I guess I very well know the reason to this question and I'm sure Suf knows why too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't do anything now but leave you alone. That's the best &amp;amp; ONLY thing I can do. Don't wanna be a bitch about this, if gonna leave and end this. I guess there's nothing I can do to save thou I very much want to, but that gotta be both sides. Sigh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;****************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to Suf yesterday, we had Mcdonald's together and we talked.. Nothing beats than having your buddy around you opening up your mind to widen your view. Especially when you're so tensed and frustrated about something.. Really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; went over to her place and put my mind off doing something really fun, yeah.. Played Wii and it's super addictive.. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thou my right arm is all sore now from all the virtual punching and dodging. I laughed like there's no tomorrow and yes, played for straight 3 hours. I was sweating and we had to pause to go grab water. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sad that she doesn't have the zapper and the Resident Evil game doesn't work otherwise I wld be killing zombies. Wooh.. She says I can go over to her place on my day-off to play Wii together! (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks, crazy bud. I'm sure you're reading this. Are you touched yet? Heehee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my friends out there, I know a few of you have got the Wii console, can you please invite me over to your place and play? HAHAHA. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BEfore I save up enough to buy my own and start virtually punching people out. HEH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-5942844951332747309?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5942844951332747309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=5942844951332747309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5942844951332747309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5942844951332747309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-8084980353609776287</id><published>2009-05-21T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T03:00:21.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna show the world my middle finger.</title><content type='html'>guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deactivated my shit-ass pathetic looking account on FACEBOOK. yes, i did that, finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's so fun about facebook? don't see how people can be on it every single day. Friendster looks identical to Facebook now and it sucks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly log into Friendster as well, thought it was lame. how stupid is it, of me all those years ago where by I log into Friendster religiously, like I can almost set up an altar to worship it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK, socializing networks, all fake. Superficial assholes out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is, including me and YOU. yes you! fuck you, understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time dont come telling me "Ha, the world is fucked with all that superficial people out there." I will slap your fuck face till no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, come on.. You are one yourself. It's like you're a jerk yourself but you call that male friend of yours a jerk too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna isolate myself from this world, like.. RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate myself now and YOU. get it? made me fall down, hard. i cld almost feel my bones shatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else can i do besides yelling hate words here? NOTHING. there's nothing I can do. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i shall go disfigure myself or something.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whatever i do, im not fucking appareciated.. whats the use of being so nice, at the end of the day i get shit like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me get this into your fuck brain, if i don't care about this, i wont be bothered to talk about it. you ignored.. what the fuck is wrong with u? YES, like what you said.. may not understand what fuck you're going through right at this very minute. not expecting you to do anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the very least let me be there to listen to whatever u have to say. but what are u doing? nothing.. let you make a choice of either letting me be there to lend you my listening ear or let u be alone till u feel better. Do i get an answer for this? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK, NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you take me as? had your share of making fun of me and ignoring? jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm no fool. oh maybe i am for believing. fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S:&lt;/strong&gt; have got nothing against anyone who owns account/s on Facebook/ Myspace/ Friendster. i just thought it suck. my thoughts, not claiming anyone who logs into the above socializing networks religiously are just as insane or stupid. dont get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt think it was fun at alland THATS JUST ME SAYING IT, doesnt mean i am insulting you cos u thought it was hell fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw you if u think im insulting your prefrences or online activites, bla~. read carefully before saying anything, nasty/ stupid. unless you do not know how to read. but if u dont know how to read what are u doing here?! buzz off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-8084980353609776287?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8084980353609776287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=8084980353609776287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8084980353609776287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8084980353609776287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanna-show-world-my-middle-finger.html' title='i wanna show the world my middle finger.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-617984054434879776</id><published>2009-05-20T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:04:50.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't believe...</title><content type='html'>that I spent close to 20 minutes last night to talk about shit ass behaviours I hate coming from some people and even coming up with a solution for these people and published my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, gave the entry a thought.. Logged into Blogger, once again and went ahead to delete the entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!! What is wrong with me, seriously. Bla~&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's a list of song titles, downloaded them over the weekends. Search for it on Youtube, they're awesome! :D New or old tracks, I don't know but still they are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Justin Timberlake - Better Not Together&lt;br /&gt;2. Rihanna - I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;3. Bobby Valentino - Hands On Me&lt;br /&gt;4. Flo Rida - Sugar&lt;br /&gt;5. Trey Songz - Bidness or Pleasure&lt;br /&gt;6. Ne Yo - Comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, all available on Youtube to listen to! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for the above mentioned, Flo Rida's track, Sugar. Trust me, it will be the next big hit in our local clubs. I don't know if the local radio stations had introduced this song yet or not but it WILL be a hit in clubs in months to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the song pretty catchy and fun. Something you wanna listen to and dance?? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kctlGCt5bWY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kctlGCt5bWY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go click on the link to listen. See I'm nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't know if some of you heard Flo Rida's other track, Right Round featuring Katy Perry. It's awesome too! :D&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, MSN messenger annoys me so much!! I don't know if it's a virus going or what but almost everyday, during the time when I'm online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got friends on my messenger contact list sending me messages with url in them saying, nude pictures of myself and please click on the collowing url to view them. Like hell I would believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zz, and it's always the same people sending me the links. Which I think it's virus problem/s. Obviously~&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to upload some funny ass picture taken at work the other day featuring my new best friend, Ashok! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny ass Indian dude, he looks like Mr Bean or more like he reminds me of Mr Bean. Heehee. He taught me to differentiate the sex of Mussles(Seafood, wiki it if you don't know.) which was HELL funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tryna murder me yesterday morning by pushing the trolley so close to me that it hit my ankle and scraped the skin off, yes and it was bleeding. He claimed it was an accident and I protested that it wasnt and I knew he hated me since day 1. HA HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Uncle Kenny took a picture with this tall ass African-American dude. I swear I was staring at how tall he is when he walked past the restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His head was almost touching the ceiling! Yes, that is how tall he is. According to Uncle Kenny, that African-American dude is around 6'9? I dont know how much that is, you do the Math.. BUT STILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to imagine how he's gonna get into the train or take the bus. Uncle Kenny urged him to take a picture in exchange to know where is the sushi place. Apparently that African-American dude was looking for sushi and he asked Uncle Kenny about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also tell Uncle Kenny that he's from some Basketball team, named Harlem? in America. Uncle Kenny was telling me that basketball team is very famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ahwile saw another tall ass dude walking past the restaurant(Also African-American.) But wasn't as tall as the 1st dude I saw. WOOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to get the picture from Uncle Kenny and post it here. Uncle looks like some kinda dwarf standing beside him in the picture and mind you, UNcle Kenny is like 1.8M tall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAR! HAR!&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that rounds off my entry for the night. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-617984054434879776?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/617984054434879776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=617984054434879776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/617984054434879776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/617984054434879776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-believe.html' title='Can&apos;t believe...'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-2559791801865390758</id><published>2009-05-14T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:03:48.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzzzzz.</title><content type='html'>So like today, I am scheduled to work at 2pm tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I would be more than happy to be working at 2pm cos I can sleep in later and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not these days! No difference to be working at 2pm, 3pm.. Even my schedule starts at 5pm(which will never happen.) There isnt much difference.. Why? You asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how is it possible to fall asleep when there are construction works being carried out, not anywhere, BUT DIRECTLY OUTSIDE YOUR ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Which is sooooooooooooooooooooo, sickening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construction works, meaning.. The lift upgrading work which is going on around my neighbourhood now till god knows when, meaning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wld be losing my sleep after 8am every single day till FURTHER NOTICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the lift wld be built directly outside my room, so there for all the hammering and drilling wld be heard directly outside my room. Even if I close all the windows, I can still hear noises of such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addition &amp;amp; creation to noise pollution if you ask me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for someone like ME who would only fall asleep after 2am or later in the night will not wake up till the clock strikes 12noon or later... UNLESS I HAVE TO wake up before 10am, that can be excused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone around my neighbourhood lodging a complaint about this issue? I don't think so, cos town council wld prolly say stuff like "Any inconvenience caused is regretted." or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling all groggy with my head heavy as hell. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE LIFT UPGRADING.. The lifts at my block is doing well, I dont see why you needa upgrade it. Cos now, it goes to every level of the block? Thats the only advantage of the upgrade, I see, other than that. I see nothing exciting about the upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe promoting residents to be more lazy, encouraging to take the lift more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou, I know this new lift system is targeted towards people who are handicapped of that sort, if you get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that? Promoting fellow residents to be more lazy and taking lifts more frequently.. I see residents at my grandma's block, even if they stay on the 2nd floor, they take the lift too. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck, I know. Maybe I wld do that too. But that's not the point....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IM TOO PISSED RIGHT NOW. Zz.. Taking away my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, my room gets all dusty everytime they start drilling. No matter how many times I sweep and mop the floor the dust wld just start floating it's way into my room again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left to work this afternoon, I walked past my room to look at my room windows, you'll not imagine how much dust were stuck on my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grossed out, seriously..&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fellow Singaporeans, in future, if you're planning to get your own HDB flat. Bear this in mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Don't get units along the corridor. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Not only you get your kaypoh neighbours looking into your apartment, oh-so-frequently.. Like it's a trip to SIngapore History Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You wont hear your neighbour's kids screaming their lungs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. Get a unit of a fully furnished block and yes, fully-equipped too. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So you dont needa cast votes after a couple of years living at your block, asking whether you support the idea of lift upgrades or any upgrades. Duh, eventually town council is gonna do the upgrades, so why ask?! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You wont get a headache having dusty rooms with dusty furnitures in there and what not. If again, your unit is by the corridor and suay enough, your room is by the corridor too.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma victim of the above, of cos based by years of experience, I know what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-2559791801865390758?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2559791801865390758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=2559791801865390758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2559791801865390758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2559791801865390758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/zzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='zzzzzzzzzzzz.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-7202762934549799427</id><published>2009-05-13T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:08:47.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELL!</title><content type='html'>with that slight headache still going on... Zz.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I crave for.. Fettucini Alfredo with Chicken! Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings for food like that at this hour suck, cos u know it's impossible to get it done or get them anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that suck is that, I don't know how to make em. Grr!&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Im gone.. I will just think that bottle of fruit punch is Fettucini Alfredo with Chicken! :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-7202762934549799427?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7202762934549799427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=7202762934549799427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7202762934549799427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7202762934549799427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/well.html' title='WELL!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4389340182912363713</id><published>2009-05-11T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:59:41.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be doing any updates here, for these few days till I'm well and kicking again. Yes, I'm having a fever and the feeling is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having fall ill for many times for the past 19 years of my life.. I guess this is one time which feels the worse. Excluding the time when I was down with chickenpox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, with the ceiling fan spinning above me while I'm typing this.. 'm breaking out cold sweat. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the company's clinic earlier this evening, the doctor prescribed me fever pills &amp;amp; said if my fever is still on till tomorrow, I needa go back to the clinic again.. He doesnt know whats the cause of my fever, maybe Ive gotten an infection, bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not cause of H1N1. Zz..&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm going back to bed again, gosh.. I've been sleeping the whole day today, didnt go to work, called in sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a trip to the clinic, got home.. Ive got difficulties falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY HEAD HURTS LIKE HELLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, save me. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4389340182912363713?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4389340182912363713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4389340182912363713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4389340182912363713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4389340182912363713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-8165008794007212102</id><published>2009-05-09T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:23:48.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREWED</title><content type='html'>Regarding about the picture I've uploaded on yesterday's entry, yes the hibiscus picture which I'm referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked Suf about it and yes! She liked it. Ok, I'm relieved now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month! It's been a longggggggggggggggggggggggggggg time decision. I've decided. Don't ask me what that is till I've got pictorial evidence for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'm getting a negative feeling about this &amp;amp; that is, I would push it to a later date, ONCE MORE.. Till who knows, I end up not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): Can I not be so fickle-minded??&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you got me all worried again. I tried doing things tonight to distract my thoughts from running crazy.. I feel shitty about this. But whatever that is, just ring me back, ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suf, if you're reading this. I dont know I should feel all mad about it or not. There I am telling you, I'm pissed but my heart says something else. WHY?! :/ Maybe I'm just paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla~&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I'm gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-8165008794007212102?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8165008794007212102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=8165008794007212102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8165008794007212102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8165008794007212102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/screwed.html' title='SCREWED'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-7447357662012562442</id><published>2009-05-08T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:58:52.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no subject heading. who cares?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SgMr7-BrKfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ekkpIchyzZY/s1600-h/Hibiscus__tattoo_by_Anothermenswearrevol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333154692999096818" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SgMr7-BrKfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ekkpIchyzZY/s320/Hibiscus__tattoo_by_Anothermenswearrevol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt;love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suf, how do u think of this? think of this being inked on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, awesome! i thought so. (:&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised ive been updating this crap right here more often these days, but usually its about nothing but random things i see on the net and i thought it wld be interesting to be seen here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah! no life.. indeed.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found my dad's polaroid camera in my bedroom's drawer.. not the old school one u see on the net. the much newer looking kinda polaroid camera. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy polaroids and insert them into the camera. before u know it, i would be snap, SNAP, snapping away! random. -_-&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why im acting all happy right now. it's sooooooooo fake. :/ im not sad, im just disappointed, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you let me down. i know this lil thing shouldnt be the issue.. but still, you let me down.&lt;br /&gt;you had me waiting like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;you had me worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i be angry or what? i guess, i'm feeling more disappointed than fuming with anger. i doubt youre gonna read but still im writing them down.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired and giddy at the same time, not sure if its the lack of sleep from the previous night.(hell, 5am.. you ask me.) feel like theres lack of oxygen in my brain. feels bad.. i know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more minutes to 3am, im still idling here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be sleeping.. i think i should go now.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hoping to leave by july and going(working) somewhere new, if only, im given THIS opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im waiting to tell you that.. i wanna know your opinions about this. you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done for now anddddddddddddddddddddddd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear friends, dont text/ call me.. i will switching off my phone till god knows when.(you kow i wld eventually turn it on again, tomorrow morning. WTF.)&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night to myself, the world and yes, you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-7447357662012562442?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7447357662012562442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=7447357662012562442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7447357662012562442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/7447357662012562442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-subject-heading-who-cares.html' title='no subject heading. who cares?'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SgMr7-BrKfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ekkpIchyzZY/s72-c/Hibiscus__tattoo_by_Anothermenswearrevol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-8205220926582163311</id><published>2009-05-07T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:10:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecG6xs8JYLI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecG6xs8JYLI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another song i found on youtube that's awesomeeeeeeeeee. yahooo! but i cant download it. :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im starting to get sick the background music. i uploaded the whole song, but in the end they decided to cut it and give me 30 seconds of it. honestly, 30 seconds? might as well, dont listen to it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-8205220926582163311?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8205220926582163311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=8205220926582163311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8205220926582163311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/8205220926582163311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/awesome.html' title='awesome!'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-4980854922389789629</id><published>2009-05-06T03:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T04:32:36.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brothers, me and comparison of features.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SgCWy_nfj5I/AAAAAAAAAhs/NVmnOGceO7I/s1600-h/TEEHEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332427761621372818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SgCWy_nfj5I/AAAAAAAAAhs/NVmnOGceO7I/s320/TEEHEE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: click on it for a better view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not done something like this in awhile(actually, its been longer den i thought. ha ha). so yeah.. finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures of my brothers and myself. :D yes, blood brothers. i know the both looks nothing like me. thou i get comments, regan looks like me. what do u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, regan is the one lying on my bed listening to the ipod.(referring to the above picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that boy now got pimples on his forehead already! lol.. his voice changed a lil.. thou still annoying as hell AND shorter than me. :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT he will soon be talking to me looking down instead of looking up. if you know what i mean. GAHHHHHHHH! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant accept the fact that the youngest Tan member in the family is growing up so quickly and changing everyday. i still like the younger him. where by i can bully him like nuts.. but i still like him better than his older brother. HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures taken with reeve are in black and white. dont mind that face i gave which looks like i wanna kiss him. i dont know why that face but yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that dude's hair is long now. -_- he wears a hair band around the house. vain also, now contact lens leh! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so little girls out there(preferbly aged 13-17) whose interested in my brother, Reeve. can go look for someone else now, he's attached. thou i have not really seen his girlfriend before. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the pictures. sometimes, i think that my parents gave all the looks to my 2 brothers and i was left with nothing. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why so? you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both my brothers gt double eyelids and long eye lashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, considering for chinese boys.. they have longer den average chinese boy, eye lashes. cos chinese boys are known to have shorter eye lashes. really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to think about it now, many chinese male friends of mine gt thick long lashes(DAMN), sounds gay but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they should be given to girls what! dang! its not like they put on mascara. unless they love mascara, lip gloss, etc. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, not forgetting my cousin, Jordan! that boy gt some stunning looking eyes. I SWEAR! Amelia very well knows this and shes jealous of her own brother's eyes. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, my brothers got double eyelids and long eye lashes. besides that, they gt relatively bigger eyes compared to mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im known to have like small eyes.(&lt;em&gt;sepet,&lt;/em&gt; in other words. the malays wld know what im talking about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often get teased having small eyes which bugs the hell outta me and my ethnicity wld sometimes be mistaken as Japanese, cos of my eyes too. HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have double eyelids too but they can only be seen if ure close enough. -_- and they only start to develop after i switched from glasses to contacts. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHATS THE USE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, my brothers gt sharper nose than i do. especially, Reeve. that asswipe.. he gt the bridge and everything, i think he gt my dad's nose. Regan's nose isnt as sharp as Reeve's but still, better looking than mine.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips wise, Reeve's lips are considered thick for a dude. LOL, Regan got a wider mouth compared to Reeve and I. On my side, my lips look pretty normal to me. SO IM NOT COMPLAINING. (:&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face structure. I can say the 3 of our faces are pretty structured. As in the bones and everything. If u know what im talkin about. If you dont that's ok. Thou I hate my face shape. IT SUCKS. AHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see now u know what i mean? when the looks are all given to my brothers and not me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u wanna know, my mom's side of the family, as in her sisters and brother(yes all 5 of them including my mom.) got beautiful looking eyes. they all have brown, nicely shaped eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny why didn't I inherit that feature of hers.(my mom, i mean.) SUCKS. :/&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;god's unfair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;next time, give me a fair share of looks too! not all to my brothers! selfish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, im complaining. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enjoy.. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-4980854922389789629?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4980854922389789629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=4980854922389789629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4980854922389789629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/4980854922389789629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/brothers-me-and-comparison-of-features.html' title='brothers, me and comparison of features.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SgCWy_nfj5I/AAAAAAAAAhs/NVmnOGceO7I/s72-c/TEEHEE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-3194688937163724956</id><published>2009-05-04T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:29:10.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH.</title><content type='html'>so i got home early today. showered and changed. went to the neighbouring coffeeshop to have late dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u believe i spent 2 hours at the coffeeshop itself, to do drawing &amp;amp; coloring besides having my meal? i cant believe myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you probably think im insane to do this, but i guess its better than spening the 2 hours at home doing the same thing. seriously.. i rather stay outside alone, with the ipod by my side. be it doing reading or drawing while i people-watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole house is in a fucken mess. like the burglars came in 3 times a day for the past week. no one is doing anything about it. on the other hand ive got to work everyday.. i cant be bothered with whats going on in the house besides going into my room to spend the rest of the night there till the next day where i gotta wake up for work. excuses, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why my dad's making a fuss about my mom not coming home yet. she went to Ipoh yesterday night with my aunt and one of our family-friend for praying purposes and it's the friggin wkends.. of cos the checkpoint wld be flooded and jam packed with vehicles also trying to get pass and come into singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bear in mind, its a long week end this week.. every possible reason to get your asses to jb or further into malaysia to relax, unwind or do whatever they want in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just called to say shes in singapore now, got passed the customs. packed everywhere.. my act-smart brother(reeve) den said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh by the time mom's get home. it wld be 4am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- he thinks journey from woodlands to tampines wld take 2 hours. yeah, unless u take a bus and change, bla. who bothers to take a bus at this hour?! u take a friggin cab, obviously and which btw, no bus service at this hour. night rider take ridiculously long too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound pissed/ irritated. i dont know if its the humidity thats lingering in the air that caused me to react in this manner or is it just cos im having time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, speaking of time of the month.. i always think its the stupidest reason to give to whoever u vent your anger on something, small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if u girls had given this a thought or not. but i think its stupid.. u vent your anger on this particular person. after to realise ure over.. apologising to the victim and give a stupid reason like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sorry for swearing at u earlier on. time of the month, u see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i agree to a certain point.. the hormones in your body is raging at this stage and your emotions change time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some girls just use that period thing they are going thru to snap at every person. worse, trying to bite people's head off. not only boys they swear at even girls, like, me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl i know.. once shes having her period, its like end of the world. even for someone like me didnt do anything to offend her. she wld just pull that long face the whole day, whining and want everyone to do her bidding.. giving in to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg. i will never do that. why should i give in to you or do your bidding cos ure having ur period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big fuck eh even if ure ovulating. thats not my fucking problem if ure ovulating and the ovary released is not fertilised and it becomes menstruation blood(gross, i know. but its true.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its none of my business. u have your period days, i have mine too. i dont see myself asking people to give in to me or sulk at the slightest thing that did not go my way. if so, i think i wld be losing many friends by now. :/&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, im ranting. read on and i start talking about things that doesnt relate to what i had started writing at the very 1st paragaph. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-3194688937163724956?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3194688937163724956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=3194688937163724956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/3194688937163724956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/3194688937163724956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah.html' title='BLAH.'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-6551797350322246362</id><published>2009-05-01T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:37:42.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a DOPE entry. (HAHAHAHAHAHA)</title><content type='html'>soooooooooooooo, i was blog hopping and  came across this particular person's blog which set me straight to updating my own blog after reading one of his blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, inspiration, much? i thought so. lol. :b&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you probably seen/ heard/ use or even came across this word/ slang.. commonly used by singaporean teenagers/ young adults/ adults, these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the word is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how much u know the word, 'DOPE.' ??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u fall under one of these catergories?? (TAG AND TELL ME WHICH CATERGORY U FALL UNDER! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; immediately know what it means and use it frequently. be it verbally or typing it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; have no idea what it means but seen and heard people using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; kinda know what it means but not sure whether it make sense if u were to use it, also not sure whether the meaning behind it is right(accurate) or not.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u ask which catergory i fall under. i proudly say.. &lt;strong&gt;no, 3&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i kinda know what it means but im not sure if the meaning behind it is right or not. lol, so there for i dun use it like anywhere. fearing that i might just embarrass myself. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, nothing wrong ok!? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i said i kinda know what it means.. i think the word 'DOPE' is used to replace words like 'COOL', 'HOT', 'AWESOME.' to make it sound cooler in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; what i knew is that DOPE is a slang but alot said is a word too. SO therefore, it's a word as well as a slang, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i was still keen to find out what it really means, given i have time here and i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive decided to go check the meaning of the word, 'DOPE', online.. (LOL, i know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Taken from Dictionary.com:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; /doʊp/ &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" alt="Toggle for Spelled"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt; [dohp] &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" alt="Toggle for IPA"&gt;Show IPA&lt;/a&gt; noun, verb, doped, dop⋅ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; any thick liquid or pasty preparation, as a lubricant, used in preparing a surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aeronautics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; a similar product used to coat the fabric of a balloon to reduce gas leakage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; any narcotic or narcoticlike drug taken to induce euphoria or satisfy addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; any illicit drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Slang.&lt;/em&gt; a narcotic preparation given surreptitiously to a horse to improve or retard its performance in a race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slang.&lt;/em&gt; information, data, or news: What's the latest dope on the strike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Informal.&lt;/em&gt; a stupid or unresponsive person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt;Southern U.S. (chiefly South Atlantic States).&lt;/em&gt; soda pop, esp. cola-flavored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;North Central U.S. (chiefly Ohio).&lt;/em&gt; syrup used as a topping for ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Slang.&lt;/em&gt; to affect with dope or drugs.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......... &amp;amp; the list goes on. if ure interested, here's the link: &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/dope"&gt;http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/dope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the answers ive gotten are like drugs and thick liquid as a lubricant to prep a surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehhhhhhh? nothing related to what i had mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I tried searching the meaning of it on, Urbandictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, that site is awesome!(dope. LOL) it gives u lotsa shit-ass meanings of slangs and what not. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, the results of the word 'DOPE':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Taken from Urbandictionary.com:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Dope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="Thumbs.userClickedUp(169328); return false" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dope#"&gt;4227 up&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a onclick="Thumbs.userClickedDown(169328); return false" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dope#"&gt;527 down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="thumbs_up_169328" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dope#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="thumbs_down_169328" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dope#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who do not do drugs call Marajuanna Dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who do Marajuanna call Heroin Dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word has also been used to describe how good somthing is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you be somkin' dope! ( AKA Marajuanna ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG, I smoke the green but I don't do dope ( AKA Heroin )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dope refers to drugs too. I guess, Dictionary.com was right too. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i scrolled down and read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. dope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="Thumbs.userClickedUp(699185); return false" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dope#"&gt;1719 up&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a onclick="Thumbs.userClickedDown(699185); return false" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dope#"&gt;560 down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="thumbs_up_699185" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dope#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="thumbs_down_699185" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dope#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; adj. cool, nice, awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo foo that new stereo system is dope!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; noun a drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo man you got some dope?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! I TOLD YA!! Dope is replaced with words like, 'COOL' &amp;amp; 'AWESOME.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i did not read this beforehand to tell u what i know. -_- screw u if u think i did. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not leasttttttttttttttttt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.  dope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="Thumbs.userClickedUp(1248970); return false" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dope#"&gt;547 up&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a onclick="Thumbs.userClickedDown(1248970); return false" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dope#"&gt;229 down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="thumbs_up_1248970" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dope#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="thumbs_down_1248970" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dope#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word that describes something that is extremely cool, such as music, clothes, people, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't nobody dope as me, I'm dressed so fresh so clean...Outkast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......results on Urbandictionary.com goes on too. if you're interested, here's the link:&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dope"&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEEE! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! IM SO RIGHT. thou, i dont use that word to make myself sound cool. lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking about using the word 'DOPE' to make yourself sound cool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sorta annoys me when people start using this word oh-so-frequently, its like in them already. like they literally use the word in every sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times, i wonder if they know what they are saying.. or if they are using the word in their sentences at the right time. i mean.. yes, the meaning is right, but using it too frequently in almost all of your sentence doesnt make any sense at all, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example you wanna express to your friend how awesome his new pair of shoes look,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;man! youve got some dope lookin' shoes there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that make sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when it comes to a point when u over use it.. it sounds nonsensical all over again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for instance, u wanna tell your friends how good they were at dance today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMFG, u guys were damn dope today at dance! WAY TO GO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is, "damn dope?" isnt the word 'dope' already exaggerated to a certain point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u ask me, if the above sentence make any sense, i loudly say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now u make it sound like, dope isnt enough to express how good they were. u decide to add 'DAMN' in.. to make it sound much more exaggerated than it was suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. u did manage to express it to the extremeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. but if u read it over and over again, it doesnt make sense.. infact it sounds retarded enough if u say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHA! for real! dont believe.. read it out loud and tell me if it sounds retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, it does sound retarded to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in future, dont use the word if you're unsure of it. dont make yourself look like a fool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not laughing at anyone. just yeah, talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of cos to those out who are fully aware of the meaning and know how to use it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICE!&lt;/strong&gt; :D heehee.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another random rant of mine. woooooooooh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-6551797350322246362?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6551797350322246362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=6551797350322246362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6551797350322246362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/6551797350322246362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/dope-entry-hahahahahaha.html' title='a DOPE entry. (HAHAHAHAHAHA)'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-1914671541887673143</id><published>2009-04-30T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:53:32.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;my eyelids are heavy.&lt;br /&gt;contacts sucked my eyes, dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ve got work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i should go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not doing any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to do online now..&lt;br /&gt;i'm not talking to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not watching youtube videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i did for the past hour was, stare at the laptop's monitor screen and listen to songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, staring at the monitor screen and not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words, im stoning. i know tonight's entry is gonna bore everyone out, but i had to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feelings are so mixed up now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like placing strawberry syrup and vanilla ice cream in a blender.(yum, i know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feeeeeeeeeeel weird and confused right now.&lt;br /&gt;it's happening too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stared at the monitor screeen for an hour thinking what u had said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not hating it. im trying to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, this shit is confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does my heart tell me now? what is it? im still searching for the answer.. yes, i am the only one whose able to answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if youre reading this, i just wanna let you know that.. you're awesome. you really are...&lt;br /&gt;it's just me. i'm sorry.. i need some time.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know such things wld be so confusing, now i know...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: &lt;strong&gt;close friends out there&lt;/strong&gt;, if u had read this.. you're dying to find out what happened. dont even bother, seriously. im gonna deal with it and keep it low. i know THIS isnt a bad thing but i just dont wanna talk about it to anyone. im sorry, if we are tight or anying, i just dont wanna. &lt;strong&gt;i hope you(my friends) understand.&lt;/strong&gt; thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-1914671541887673143?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1914671541887673143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=1914671541887673143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1914671541887673143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/1914671541887673143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-2283860407319896108</id><published>2009-04-27T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:36:04.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is wrong!?</title><content type='html'>yes, what the hell is wrong with Windows Live Messenger &amp;amp; Hotmail?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since 9:00pm, Ive been trying to log into Windows Live Messenger without fail and now it's 2:26am. Im stil not able to log in yet. everytime I log in, they display some kinda error message telling me Windows Live Messenger is temporaily unavailable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough, I used ILOVEIM.COM instead. I then ask my friend to see if Windows Live is down or something, he told me, he's using Windows Live and it's working perfectly alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!! I tried fixing it. EVen remove the whole thing and reinstall again. SAME SHIT HAPPENING! I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, hotmail is being a bitch too. Im unable to to log in there to check my mails. Everytime I log in, it says.. 'This page cannot be displayed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'..................................................'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the internet connection wld die on me for no reason! Suck balls or what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube videos take awfully long to load. Other wise, watching it half way and it stops there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I AM RANTING RIGHT NOW.. I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, since 9:30pm. After 5  fucking hours later. STill cant get into Windows Live, fearing the internet connection wld just die again, anytime. Not doing anything here, online. Idling around like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now what? OH, ranting and typing away here on my blog to mark today's entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A PLEASANT SURPRISE TO ALL OF YOU OUT THERE, OH, WOW. OH, JOY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-2283860407319896108?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2283860407319896108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=2283860407319896108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2283860407319896108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/2283860407319896108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-wrong.html' title='what is wrong!?'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-555887882486695803</id><published>2009-04-26T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:33:22.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh............</title><content type='html'>2 of the couple of pictures i got from liling via email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the camp we organized in school 2 years ago. time sure flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss 3D2N camps. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SfNGUQnlsTI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2V0Hlcakj6s/s1600-h/lol+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328680097981772082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SfNGUQnlsTI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2V0Hlcakj6s/s320/lol+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's her in red, throwing a bucket of cold water all over me. look at that expression of hers. like shes been waiting for this day to come for a long time. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i remember it was the second day of the camp. at around 10+ in the morning. sun was shining brightly in the sky. the weather was goooooooood. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's henna on my foot. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SfNF8X5zuwI/AAAAAAAAAhc/OJMFab2uhd0/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328679687620377346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SfNF8X5zuwI/AAAAAAAAAhc/OJMFab2uhd0/s320/lol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; again that's her before i got sabotaged by herself and a group of people. so much to thank me for being the organizer. THANKS UH! they were all waiting for the damn day to come! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(liling thinks her legs looked damn sexy in the above picture. LOLOLOL. :b)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was allllllllll wet at the end of it and not getting enough sleep from the 1st night. had alot of things to settle. falling asleep at only 5am. woke up 2 hours later for assemble, breakfast and the above activity. (station games if im not wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i didnt had enough sleep. i got the others to take over my duty while i head back into the room to catch some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, i fell asleep instantly in the room with the air-conditioner turned on full blast &amp;amp; yes,  still had my wet clothes on.. (too tired to bother to change into a set of dry &amp;amp; comfy clothes. WTH, I KNOW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results after 2 hours of nap? fever/ drowsiness. i was shivering when i woke up. lol.. liling &amp;amp; qal knows. I WAS LIKE, DYING.. HAHAHAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt much better when diner time approached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the days. the best time i had through out the whoel camp? NIGHT WALK. WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that was then. i dont even get to go to any of these camps now. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the proposal/ hardwork we put in was totally worth it. i had fun going giant getting the food and what not for the whole camp too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i was back at school again, getting it done. YAHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH~ MEMORIES. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-555887882486695803?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/555887882486695803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=555887882486695803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/555887882486695803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/555887882486695803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/uh.html' title='uh............'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SfNGUQnlsTI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2V0Hlcakj6s/s72-c/lol+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497864236884877964.post-5140557033232761551</id><published>2009-04-25T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T03:08:03.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOMMMMMMMMMMMM, (all the time!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aw5_zGyPV2I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aw5_zGyPV2I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always liked the ipod commercials. the idea/ concept of it just looks too cool &amp;amp; of cos the songs they feature on all of their commercials. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BIpZG3LdTuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BIpZG3LdTuk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song! (: black eyed peas remixed it. but still sounds awesome. it's a spanish song aye? pretty sure about it, heh. above video isnt the original video, thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting, their smokin' hot member..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fergie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SfIIrPIwd0I/AAAAAAAAAhU/9Y61NGS4zm8/s1600-h/Fergie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328330848023377730" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SfIIrPIwd0I/AAAAAAAAAhU/9Y61NGS4zm8/s320/Fergie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with abs and legs to die for! omfg. i dont care if the picture above is highly photoshopped. but still, proven she gt abs. (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would totally kill to get abs like hers!&lt;br /&gt;(YES YES YES! which girl wouldnt? oh, maybe keira knightley, cos she gt awesome lookin' abs too. :/ and girls with flabby tummy fetish. LOLOLOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would turn lesbian for her. hahahahahaha. (JUST KIDDING.)&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; my eyes are so dry from contacts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(yes, time to have em taken out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; my hair tied in a very messy way, like how i like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(oh i love my highlights! its been almost a month. time flies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; my eyes closing soon, i slept late last night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(felt totally refreshed after my 2 hours nap in the locker room during split shift break. yahoooooooooo! :b)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; pay day's on monday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(another thing to yay, about. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; its 3am now, and im still here typing away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(what the heck!)&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like talking to you, i really do. it's been awhile... i am for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497864236884877964-5140557033232761551?l=newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5140557033232761551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1497864236884877964&amp;postID=5140557033232761551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5140557033232761551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497864236884877964/posts/default/5140557033232761551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyearseve-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/random.html' title='RANDOMMMMMMMMMMMM, (all the time!)'/><author><name>Caron Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675628045557533394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf-K0nW9i6Q/SfIIrPIwd0I/AAAAAAAAAhU/9Y61NGS4zm8/s72-c/Fergie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
