<?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-19512539</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:37:31.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carol4eva</title><subtitle type='html'>Get to know Carol by reading her life stories, her experiences of the sweet and the sour &amp; her inner thoughts...all through WORDS, spilled out from her heart...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00450.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19512539.post-113621196259400805</id><published>2006-01-02T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:26:02.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first blog on year 2006. Tomorrow is the first day of university. That's gonna be great. I'm excited. I don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow. And that's making me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a change.It's 2006 and everything's different now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19512539-113621196259400805?l=carol4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/113621196259400805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19512539&amp;postID=113621196259400805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113621196259400805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113621196259400805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00450.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19512539.post-113472600449360004</id><published>2005-12-16T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T17:40:04.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAzy day</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept kinda late yesterday night. As a result, I wake up around 11 something this morning, which is quite late-according to my norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, I brush my teeth and wash my face. Ate my lunch, delicious chili fried rice by mom. That's nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I began reading Readers Digest on bed. And straight away fall asleep till 4 something. Oopsy. I guess I'm too tired. and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIll now, half a day gone. I'm gonna redecorate my room for the festive holiday mood. Bravo~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19512539-113472600449360004?l=carol4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/113472600449360004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19512539&amp;postID=113472600449360004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113472600449360004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113472600449360004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/2005/12/lazy-day.html' title='LAzy day'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00450.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19512539.post-113445937958720435</id><published>2005-12-13T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T15:36:19.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Celine Dion's music in this dry and gloomy Tuesday afternoon. I'm wondering how to spike up my holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19512539-113445937958720435?l=carol4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/113445937958720435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19512539&amp;postID=113445937958720435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113445937958720435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113445937958720435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/2005/12/afternoon.html' title='Afternoon'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00450.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19512539.post-113444176365381855</id><published>2005-12-13T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T10:42:43.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A brand new me</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I'm miserable, unhappy...&amp; now it's finally over. I wish it's over. I guess I'm gonna settle down myself and wait for the Christmas trip. wish it's gonna be great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could look at the world with a more broad and generous heart. I'm gonna mould a brand new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19512539-113444176365381855?l=carol4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/113444176365381855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19512539&amp;postID=113444176365381855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113444176365381855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113444176365381855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/2005/12/brand-new-me.html' title='A brand new me'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00450.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19512539.post-113419599449880160</id><published>2005-12-10T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T14:26:34.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Task for me on Saturday Nite</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my sis birthday...I wanna leave a PM here, wishing her Happy BirthdaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday. Tonight I've a function to go to. It makes my heart pounds fast and makes me uncomfortable. I guess I have to be myself for the function tonite. that's the only way to make me calm down. I've selected an outfit for tonite. It's a classic black suit. Hope it give everyonelse a clean and elegant impression. Now my knowledge in "Impression Management, psychology" is in-use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tempting momment, and I've to face all this alone, strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KLPAC(KL Performance Arts centre) is a beautiful place to be in. The building is applied with a modern and urban style of architecture structure, combined with a sense of nature with the well-designed landscape around the building. It's heaven. Truly heaven. I adore the place and I wish I get a chance to work there. The working place is a creation of glass. It's simple, modern, classy &amp; I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's 2pm. I need to go to my aunt's place to feed her cat. After that, i have to straight away head for the function. What a tough task. Way too tough. I'm sleepy and tired now. maybe I should have a short nap first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19512539-113419599449880160?l=carol4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/113419599449880160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19512539&amp;postID=113419599449880160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113419599449880160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113419599449880160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/2005/12/tough-task-for-me-on-saturday-nite.html' title='Tough Task for me on Saturday Nite'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00450.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19512539.post-113405035110439639</id><published>2005-12-08T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:59:11.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aesthetics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1623/1600/DSC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1623/320/DSC00068.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1623/1600/DSC00061.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1623/320/DSC00061.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19512539-113405035110439639?l=carol4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/113405035110439639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19512539&amp;postID=113405035110439639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113405035110439639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113405035110439639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/2005/12/aesthetics.html' title='Aesthetics'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00450.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19512539.post-113392891613374858</id><published>2005-12-07T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T12:15:16.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day has come</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is over now. I'd scolded that bitch. Before scolding her, I don't feel well at all. I can't sleep for the whole last night. I just stay awake, I can't cry, I've a wound in my heart. After scolding her, I feel relieved. My cordless phone gone out of battery suddenly while I'm scolding her. That's bad. If not I would have scold her even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more she explain, the more I hated her. The more I would think that she's seeking for sympathy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, stealing is not right at all. How dare she...I couldn't forgive someone like her. I really can't. My hatred to her can only be healed by time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't wanna see her face anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing is a tough experience. It's a nightmare. I couldn't believe that I met these kinda things during college. I could say it's a tough life experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my handphone back..but all my data lost. My sim card is terminated. My mom terminated it coz of anger. I don't have anything left. This nightmare left a huge impact on me. Bloody Idiotic HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19512539-113392891613374858?l=carol4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/113392891613374858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19512539&amp;postID=113392891613374858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113392891613374858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113392891613374858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-day-has-come.html' title='A new day has come'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00450.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19512539.post-113377174987041388</id><published>2005-12-05T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:35:49.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastated..</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm half dead. I need oxygen. I'm devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T My W800i is stolen this morning. My heart is totally broken. It's not just a phone loss, it's my effort, it's my posession, I fully appreaciated it and I really really really don't want it to get lost. Really...with all my heart, I really don't want it to get lost... T.T I bought that phone just because I want a camera. We don't have a camera at home. The only camera we have is given to my sis in overseas. I just want a camera to take down memories. That's all. I really fought hard, real extremely hard to get it. I don't know why...I just don't know why, why that somebody is so cruel..cruel enough to steal my phone. Does that person knows how much effort did I put in to get this phone? Did that someone know how sad am I to lost it? My tears never stop since this morning...till now, it's still flowing without any control. I'm in total grief. I know it's my fault to be so careless to leave it there, outside the exam hall. I know it's my fault..sorry, mom. I know it's ur hard-earned-retirement money. I really didn't mean to lose it. I really cannot accept the fact that it's stolen. Why?why it has to be me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day of exam. During the last 5 minutes b4 exam ends, I was excited. Excited because holiday starts, excited because exam's over...but just in a short 5 minutes, right after the exam, all the things changed drasticly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm lost, my brain is stoned~I can't think..I feel very cold...I can't believe the fact that, my phone is lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I try very hard to wipe away my tears, walk into the house as if nothing happen. But my mom straight away realize that there's something wrong with me. I can't bear to lie to them. I told them what happened. Immediately, my mom screamed and shouted at me. Scolding me fiercely and I really can't take it. Her voice is strong enough to shake my heart. I can feel my heart breaking into pieces. Deep down in my heart, there's only one phrase I wanted to say, that is :" I really don't want this to happen..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is aching, my heart is pain...this feeling wouldn't go away. I know I'm not strong enough to face this loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19512539-113377174987041388?l=carol4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/113377174987041388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19512539&amp;postID=113377174987041388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113377174987041388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113377174987041388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/2005/12/devastated.html' title='Devastated..'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00450.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19512539.post-113369368494276263</id><published>2005-12-04T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T18:54:44.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day...</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sad weekend to find out that my labtop's screen is burnt and not functioning now. so sad. Nobody's gonna help me fix it and it's gonna cost me lots of money. My dad's not gonna help me this time. I know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using MAC to online now...I'm not very used to it... I miss my lab top...my NEC labtop~ :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of finals. Very excited about it...but quite sad when i think of my burnt labtop. That's really sad. Imagine, I can't surf the net, i can't get information online(movies schedule, trailers, casting date and time etc.), I can't listen to my favourite music, I can't watch my downloaded movies(that I purposely save it for "after exam"), I can't ...upload my photos from my W800i, I can't do anything! Bad timing for it to spoilt now..when I need it the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's not a very good day indeed. I fetched my aunt to KL Sentral. I speed all the way to her house right after I get her call. But I still get a scold from her. I know she's too tense up coz she's nearly late. But it isn't my fault at all. I sacrifices my precious time to study for tomorrow's final and instead I fetch her and get a scold from her?!THAT'S RIDICULOUS! Rushing all the way here and there...to the bank, to the Sentral station, to buy a ticket for her...to watever...and she at last MISS HER FLIGHT...OMG...That's bad...that's really bad...I just wanted to say:" It wasn't my fault!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's dusk...I have nothing done. No revision done. It's only a few more hours to exam time. I guess tonite I'm not gonna have any sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today's incident, I felt that nobody's respecting my life, my privacy...my rights. That's sad. that's really sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19512539-113369368494276263?l=carol4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/113369368494276263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19512539&amp;postID=113369368494276263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113369368494276263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113369368494276263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-day.html' title='What a day...'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00450.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19512539.post-113358413383655187</id><published>2005-12-03T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T12:28:53.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cognitive Dissonance</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday noon. I just have some noodles cooked by daddy. Granpa &amp;amp; grandma is here to spend the day with me. I gotta study for Monday's Web Page Design. Later on I got a date. But I can't leave grandpa and grandma alone in the house. But I really have to go on the date. I'm facing a cognitive dissonance right now. How browncow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19512539-113358413383655187?l=carol4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/113358413383655187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19512539&amp;postID=113358413383655187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113358413383655187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113358413383655187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/2005/12/cognitive-dissonance.html' title='Cognitive Dissonance'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00450.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19512539.post-113353687358749970</id><published>2005-12-02T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:21:13.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College life comes to an end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/1600/DSC00413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00413.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;Laughter ... is an element in college life...^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/1600/DSC00433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00433.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DK2 is the lecture hall that we used to have our lectures&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19512539-113353687358749970?l=carol4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/113353687358749970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19512539&amp;postID=113353687358749970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113353687358749970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113353687358749970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/2005/12/college-life-comes-to-end.html' title='College life comes to an end...'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00450.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19512539.post-113352574951012682</id><published>2005-12-02T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T20:15:49.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely pink shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/1600/DSC00203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My favourite shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19512539-113352574951012682?l=carol4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/113352574951012682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19512539&amp;postID=113352574951012682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113352574951012682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113352574951012682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/2005/12/lovely-pink-shot.html' title='Lovely pink shot'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00450.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19512539.post-113352206950704494</id><published>2005-12-02T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T20:11:18.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Confessions</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post. Today's Social Psychology exam day. What a taxing momment when I find out that the things that I studied is no longer remembered. Glad that it's all over now. I'd a long rest from 1pm till 5pm, that's 4 hours, it's unbelivable! My next exam will be on Monday (5/12), Web Page Design. That's the end right after that...an end for Pre-U studies...holiday starts...I will be in university next year. My very first year...*.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a string of plans for my holiday...including putting up the Christmas tree, heading for 17casting, watching "Holiday on Ice" etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous plans awaiting me...all because it's December and it's Christmas...and most importantly, it's holiday...I'm gonna make it the greatest holiday ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19512539-113352206950704494?l=carol4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/113352206950704494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19512539&amp;postID=113352206950704494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113352206950704494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19512539/posts/default/113352206950704494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carol4eva.blogspot.com/2005/12/december-confessions.html' title='December Confessions'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6692/1932/320/DSC00450.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
