<?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-25652053</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:57:03.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caresser</title><subtitle type='html'>Bring out the best in me!!!!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25652053.post-7456901798946413583</id><published>2010-01-11T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:37:08.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b dtid="281474976710698"&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710699"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Focused Customer skill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710700"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Excellent telephone skills and ability to  define and achieve sales goals in competitive markets. Proven ability to develop  and expand accounts, provide technical support, and maintain high standards of  excellence in customer service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b dtid="281474976710707"&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710708"&gt;Highly Motivated to Excel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710709"&gt;– &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Attended business training seminars for  instance business investment management course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710716"&gt;&lt;b dtid="281474976710717"&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710718"&gt;Computer and Internet Savvy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710719"&gt;– &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Windows PC ; MS Office SQL server,SQL  access&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Experience highlights &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;strong dtid="281474976710728"&gt;Self-Employed &lt;/strong&gt;                                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710730"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Specialty sold stickers services. Developed  client base through cold calling via telephone and in-person visits.  Participated in leads group and networked with several Chamber of Commerce  groups to develop referrals, build relationships and boost sales. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:medium;"&gt;SymantecCorporation                                                                                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710738"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maintained in-house customer care application  system. Service customer queries.   Performed administration tasks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710739"&gt;&lt;b dtid="281474976710740"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%; " dtid="281474976710741"&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710742"&gt;&lt;b dtid="281474976710743"&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710744"&gt;       &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;Project Management Leader                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710750"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Successfully developed client base.Provided  timely follow up to ensure maximum customer satisfaction. Scheduled  appointments, maintained inventory, and produced daily, weekly and monthly  reports. Attended weekly sales training and monthly business training sessions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left" dtid="281474976710751"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b dtid="281474976710753"&gt;Manufacturers' Representative&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710755"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" dtid="281474976710756"&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710757"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Attended trade shows and set up  displays and functioned as company representative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710757"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" dtid="281474976710756"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Specialized Training &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" dtid="281474976710756"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span dtid="281474976710767"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Customer Service Training – Symantec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" dtid="281474976710756"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-7456901798946413583?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/7456901798946413583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=7456901798946413583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/7456901798946413583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/7456901798946413583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2010/01/professional-profile.html' title='Professional Profile'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-2396238550370699775</id><published>2007-12-30T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T02:59:01.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way too close but yet so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There&lt;/span&gt; is more room for my hidden feelings; everything that had occurred to me could never be the same again. Everything is changing…is hard to judge and decide but as day passes by I might probably get over it because time heals…is only a matter of time and waiting…..it is not easy to get away from it….so what exactly is happening to me…I’ll try to find out one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was I supposed to be on the verge of delightful? Questions flooded my mind each day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-2396238550370699775?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/2396238550370699775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=2396238550370699775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/2396238550370699775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/2396238550370699775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/12/way-too-close-but-yet-so-far.html' title='Way too close but yet so far'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-7110415068688563318</id><published>2007-09-25T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T03:02:53.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uzPyevZAH8/Rvi-Co2OE9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zmeAdL9yIs8/s1600-h/DSC03335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a girl called Carmen was born on this day; she had tried all her means to come to this world filled with joys and woe. It’s a special day to commemorate but it seems like things have started to change in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a candidate of O level really gives me pressure but excitement at the same time. Many of us are worry about their prelim results; nobody would think of getting straight seven distinctions in their exam. The day of O level approaches and soon it will arrive, there were too many things happened and had an impact on me. I once felt a stab of anxiety when getting the results of prelim. Things were not in my control, I admit that I had spent not enough time on my revision and I should focus more on my core subjects. With great determination, comes with great success. With strong will to carry on, it will definitely has a great impact on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-7110415068688563318?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/7110415068688563318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=7110415068688563318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/7110415068688563318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/7110415068688563318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-is-girl-called-carmen-was-born-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-1548912303268257795</id><published>2007-09-22T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:40:29.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new W.R.X.Y is born</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dad had actually changed his olddie subaru to a new sporty look subaru, we held family meeting and discuss about the ways to modify the car. The car has a higher air roof compared to the old one and the interior has a new blue leather seat. Overall, the car looks good and sporty. But I was quite emotional yesterday because I still had feelings for the oldie, it seems like even non-living things carry feeling for the owner, it just lingers on my heart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-1548912303268257795?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/1548912303268257795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=1548912303268257795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/1548912303268257795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/1548912303268257795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-wrxy-is-born.html' title='A new W.R.X.Y is born'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-4266900352329301530</id><published>2007-08-23T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T05:14:57.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nestled feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;These days I feel rather listless yet strong at the same time, I don’t know why but I feel I have a reason to live on. It seems like something is holding back but I don’t know what that is, all I know is to keep everything in place and ensure there is no room for error…probably my O level is approaching soon. The more reason I need to carry on my life and live fruitfully. I guess this is exactly what everyone wants badly, I believe if I put in more endeavor, I’m able to soar greater heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make this the most meaningful event ever happened in my life, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-4266900352329301530?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/4266900352329301530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=4266900352329301530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/4266900352329301530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/4266900352329301530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/08/nestled-feelings.html' title='Nestled feelings'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-6894148947257659015</id><published>2007-08-13T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T07:52:40.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today is a special day to commemorate especially for me, because I got my first distinction for my mother tongue language. I did not expect to score so well for my Chinese; it was definitely a surprise for me. Though, the math paper is a bit tough but I’m pleased to receive such wonderful results. I had never thought I could score so well when Mr.tham actually says that most of the class scored badly for their mother tongue paper, it was like a thunder that struck across my head, the absurdity of embarrassing that I will score badly for my Chinese. I am exhilarated when I got my results; it is definitely a memorable experience for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-6894148947257659015?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6894148947257659015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=6894148947257659015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/6894148947257659015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/6894148947257659015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-surprise.html' title='Big surprise'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-5982069240729630361</id><published>2007-08-08T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T08:56:16.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8/8</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I should be in school today, but it has been a tiring day for me so I had slept all day. It was pretty boring and listless day because I didn’t really spend my studying for my upcoming exams. There were many stuff befall on me that caused me to have a bad day, I got dreadful headache and I couldn’t brace myself up. It could be some uncanny sickness I had which caused me to lose my senses. It was a bad feeling for me, it seems like things didn’t turn out the way I planned. I was afraid I could not met the targets I set for myself…anyway I believe things will get better sooner or later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-5982069240729630361?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/5982069240729630361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=5982069240729630361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/5982069240729630361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/5982069240729630361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/08/88.html' title='8/8'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-8819430664791419141</id><published>2007-08-05T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T18:37:54.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>intergalactic war between two races</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Things hadn’t been going smoothly; I had actually met some weirdoes which I wasn’t sure why they would choose to believe rumors that don’t give a shit on them. Sometimes things are unexplainable and unanswerable but you can choose to stay away from those unconstructive matters. It is easier to comment on someone than to have grudges and grievances nestled deep in our hearts, I was pondering that maybe one day I could get the best things I want for my life. As for me, I have chosen to be ignorant because it is inane to have worries on my mind and keep fathom on why the matter had actually happened. It was so painful and miserable to think about something which is not important at all, so it was very sorrowful to have such things happening in my life. Anyway I have managed to clear all this miserable stuff and get on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is all depends on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-8819430664791419141?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8819430664791419141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=8819430664791419141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/8819430664791419141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/8819430664791419141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/08/intergalactic-war-between-two-races.html' title='intergalactic war between two races'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-8862271376081645991</id><published>2007-08-01T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T03:06:23.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fruitful day</title><content type='html'>We had so much fun today, by telling jokes to each other and making fun of my bestie, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i wasn't being mean but i just love teasing her whenever our gang started to mock at her..but it was not intentional i hope &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will understand because i wanted to liven up the spirit of our boring life...as days pass by...the intense of feeling nervous is getting much more than i could ever imagined. the objective of coming to school is not just studying and making friends but instead we had intense training for our preperation for 'O' so it was like...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a duckie keeps struggling on the the water just to get nearer to the shore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..i'm not being exaggerating but this was exactly how i live through these terrible months. nobody in the class can hardly focus on their studies because they're getting more and more slackish, i've seen many students were sleeping during physic lesson and they don't even bother to flip their notes to study...they were just a bunch of slackers...seem to be living their life atypically...when it comes to eng lesson, &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr tham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; played an audio oral cd to tell us how important it is to control the flow of our reading, as i'm listening to the disc attentively, i heard a boy whose name called &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;, i guess he had a terrible conversation and i burst out laughing like hell..i was like laying on the desk and kept shivering...&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was so funny and witty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..i tried to control my laughter but it was hard for me to do that...and everyone was laughing to their heart's content....it was so comical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright that's all for today journal writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please feel free to leave a comment before you leave my blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-8862271376081645991?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8862271376081645991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=8862271376081645991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/8862271376081645991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/8862271376081645991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/08/fruitful-day.html' title='A fruitful day'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-7137464531021752145</id><published>2007-07-31T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T05:03:59.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Recently, I knew there is something that I don’t wish to hear, nothing can change the fact that I’m still being myself. All I really hope for is to receive good results for my Os. There were so many things happened during these few days, but all I want is to have faith in myself and let things fade by itself. I do not wish to live in a world full of hatred, sadness. It was so hard to face everything when u couldn’t even face the reality unless I brace myself and learn to become stronger. I’ve always told myself that I’m so foolish to cry whenever I met a hurdle..…&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so foolish rite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but is alright now. Because I know what I truly want for my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-7137464531021752145?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/7137464531021752145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=7137464531021752145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/7137464531021752145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/7137464531021752145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/07/fallen-star.html' title='Fallen star'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-5006958677661349706</id><published>2007-07-20T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:16:58.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'racial harmony' day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a ‘good’ time spending my time with my friends at this special occasion, it seems like I had been to a world full of disastrous fashion sense when I saw these group of girls. they had their clothing upside down, it was truly a fashion disaster and the way they mix their ethic costume was totally outrageous…&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;how I wish I could tell them to just strip off their costume and just dump it into the nearest rubbish bin…&lt;/span&gt;I may seem a bit absurd but it was my deepest feelings I had for these girls…maybe they could enroll in some fashion courses, this will probably help them to learn how to dress more beautifully than before.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I apologize for being uncouth but I couldn’t bear the unpleasant fashion disaster sight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-5006958677661349706?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/5006958677661349706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=5006958677661349706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/5006958677661349706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/5006958677661349706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/07/racial-harmony-day.html' title='&apos;racial harmony&apos; day'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-4541740690721485472</id><published>2007-06-01T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:24:48.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was indeed very weird for a vulnerable girl who came up to me and said so many stuff that I don’t give a damm…it seem like she has deep grievances that she wants to pour out, I was wondering why would she want to face it alone and not doing anything to solve the problem…I mean there are many ways she could solve this…is only matter of time. Probably she needs time to prove her true identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; *live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; the way you desire, don’t let things disrupt your way (hint)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-4541740690721485472?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/4541740690721485472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=4541740690721485472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/4541740690721485472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/4541740690721485472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/06/be-yourself.html' title='Be yourself'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-65122881262180229</id><published>2007-04-04T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T04:09:40.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally, it was time to say goodbye to this house which I have been living for the past six years, I couldn’t fathom that actually I had developed feelings for this house. I couldn’t believe I’m about to move into a new environment, I’m thrilled and poignant at the same time…oh gosh how could all these happened to me…somehow rather I wouldn’t wish to leave this house, there are so many memories that live in this soul of this house, but I couldn’t resist the temptation of my new home. It was alluring…oh god anyway I’m not mentally prepared for this big surprise…hahahaahahaha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-65122881262180229?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/65122881262180229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=65122881262180229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/65122881262180229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/65122881262180229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/04/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying goodbye'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-6564587798242551720</id><published>2007-03-25T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T07:10:18.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pathethic young boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh shit...Just a few minutes I’ve seen somebody profile which I’m not even interested on. It was the ‘someone’ whom I really hate and he irks me whenever I see him. How pathetic was I…he portray himself as so called ‘ well-known’ soccer player…he shouldn’t have written those stuff in friendster because he is not being himself, in contrary…he is acting somebody whom he can’t even put an act on it. Oh dear, he is the most stupidest and dumbest person I ever met…it was quite an unfortunate thing for me to share my whole entire secondary life with him…but I’m afraid he might not hold on any longer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOR BLACK BOY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-6564587798242551720?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/6564587798242551720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=6564587798242551720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/6564587798242551720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/6564587798242551720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/03/pathethic-young-boy.html' title='A pathethic young boy'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-8789113561452092637</id><published>2007-03-24T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T09:34:41.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23/3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to me again…I want to share my stuff to? Err actually there is isn’t really something that I want to share but u should know that each of our life is calibrate by our destiny…but what on earth is destiny…is there really a ‘machine’ that predicts the future. Whatever that is I just want to say something that I encounter today. It was pretty sad though everything was destined to happen but all I want is just free of restrictions and less controversy…alright that’s about it (signing off)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-8789113561452092637?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8789113561452092637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=8789113561452092637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/8789113561452092637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/8789113561452092637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/03/233.html' title='23/3'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-4174722190449285327</id><published>2007-03-23T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T07:47:48.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A true 'Afsaneh'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What the hell was she thinking of? Does that give her the right to reprimand and hold grudge on someone else…c’mon she is none other than a piece of comatose living thing ever live on earth…I just wonder why could all these happened to her, and she absolutely wasn’t that type of girl who could slip unnoticed into the crowd. It was partly because she always dressed like a Chinese circus tent… And she was just too embarrassing to appear in public, always so enthusiastic about everything when it really wasn’t done to be excited about anything. I just couldn’t believe the way she carry out herself in all aspects. I guess she has a terrible childhood and probably she was traumatized by something that might not even happened to us...’I was just being caring about it ‘(sarcastically) I wouldn’t be as endurable as she is when there is nothing left at home for entertainment, all she does was, pacing up and down in her cosy room and spent her rest of her life just like that…how pathetic it was!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-4174722190449285327?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/4174722190449285327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=4174722190449285327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/4174722190449285327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/4174722190449285327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/03/true-afsaneh.html' title='A true &apos;Afsaneh&apos;'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-2334694962757243322</id><published>2007-02-19T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T08:27:43.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastated -lil'star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt so appallingly down by something…you might wonder what the hell was it…but I couldn’t even define it…it can happened at any time any where…wherever I go there’ll be something dreadful happened which I don’t even know…as a result it breaks the ties of my beloved ones sometimes I would cry uncontrollably alone at the corner of my room…it was devastating but I try to control myself until I can no longer hold it…be it foul or good I would still be myself no matter what happens…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong Carmen…fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only your parents will love you to the very last moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-2334694962757243322?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/2334694962757243322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=2334694962757243322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/2334694962757243322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/2334694962757243322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/02/devastated-lilstar.html' title='Devastated -lil&apos;star'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-8450346571515498767</id><published>2007-02-19T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T08:22:00.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I felt so appallingly down by something…you might wonder what the hell was it…but I couldn’t even define it…it can happened at any time any where…wherever I go there’ll be something dreadful happened which I don’t even know…as a result it breaks the ties of my beloved ones sometimes I would cry uncontrollably alone at the corner of my room…it was devastating but I try to control myself until I can no longer hold it…be it foul or good I would still be myself no matter what happens…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong Carmen…fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only your parents will love you to the very last moment&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-8450346571515498767?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/8450346571515498767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=8450346571515498767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/8450346571515498767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/8450346571515498767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/02/devastated.html' title='Devastated'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-2947285990329872460</id><published>2007-02-15T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T06:38:25.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncivilized filthy whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How I wish I could just say out all those vulgarities. I’m so damm freaking piss off when someone particular actually wrote such immoral stuff in her blog. Though she might get disturbed sometimes by one who is with no intention to disturb her, so what exactly does she wants from us? What more can she expects from nini…this is going too far by what she had written on her blog. So what if she is good at certain things, she is only just a human being who is better off dead. What a fucking bitch that is currently living in her remorseful world ….she is better off dead, slut dirty whore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-2947285990329872460?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/2947285990329872460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=2947285990329872460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/2947285990329872460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/2947285990329872460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/02/uncivilized-filthy-whore.html' title='Uncivilized filthy whore'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-116886304136160310</id><published>2007-01-15T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T04:10:41.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth that lies behind the love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have never seen such a touching and heart warming scenario before until today. I move to tears when a familiar guy confesses his bottom heart wishes to a lady with all his heart and soul. It has engraved deeply in my mind. I could never forget this touching love story for the rest of my life. What is love actually? Loving somebody who loves you more than you do or to commit yourself in a relationship fruitfully without having to bother others. What is the definition of true love? Only when you’re in other people’s shoe, then you can realize how hard it is to maintain and withstand the obstacles together with your life partner. It is true that love isn’t as easy as we thought; there are happiness and sorrow in every story of love. But as long as you’re strongly in love with each other, there will not be any impediment in your relationship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-116886304136160310?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/116886304136160310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=116886304136160310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/116886304136160310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/116886304136160310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/01/truth-that-lies-behind-love-story.html' title='The truth that lies behind the love story'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-116807478268232067</id><published>2007-01-06T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:13:02.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck tour (Quak Quak)</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful time spending at the duck tour…the craft been named Darlene. My brother, sister and I had a lot fun during our tour. Darlene has brought us around Singapore’s famous attraction such as the Merlion, esplanade, marina bay and many more. And when we’re about to set off, my heart was filled with excitement. When we were about to reach the sea, the passengers have requested for a big splash, abruptly the craft came to a halt. The captain was all ready and he accelerates to full speed, the boat hit the water greatly with a big splash, I was been hit by the sea water and all of my clothes have gone wet. Everyone started to clean up and dry their clothing. It was very fun indeed. I can never forget this special moment which I had spent with my sister and my brother. It was an unforgettable afternoon at duck tour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-116807478268232067?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/116807478268232067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=116807478268232067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/116807478268232067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/116807478268232067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2007/01/duck-tour-quak-quak.html' title='Duck tour (Quak Quak)'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-116572158338076840</id><published>2006-12-09T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T19:33:03.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas ruins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Christmas is inching closer; people have to buy gifts for their beloved and friends. But sometimes it can cause incredible stress for them. People who faced financial difficulties were not able to buy presents for their loved ones, many of them have chosen to shoplift and as a result they were caught. And because of this old tradition, many of us have to undergo stress and suffer. Is it really worth of buying gifts for their friends and family whom don’t even appreciate? I was shocked when an expert says that Christmas actually ruins, but thinks deeply I truly agree of what he has said, people feel insecure and hence they need gifts as an evidence of showing love from their loved ones. But since they were given true love from their family and friends, they were still not satisfied of what they have now. Are we asking too much or we are easily contented?  So what exactly type of person are you?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-116572158338076840?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/116572158338076840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=116572158338076840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/116572158338076840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/116572158338076840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-ruins.html' title='Christmas ruins'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-116412193996588866</id><published>2006-11-21T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T07:12:19.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today is a very special day to memorialize because I was awarded with two surprising awards which I don’t even know until I was given a notice by a teacher…it was a great experience but however I was not prepared….it should be a joyous occasion but somehow it seems a bit weird. I do not know why but probably I haven’t seen my friends for quite a period…So I try to adjust myself a bit and blend into the surroundings...but yet I couldn’t brace myself up because I’ve met somebody whom I’m not really certain of…omg I do not know whether I’ve actually get him out of my mind anyway, life still goes on. I would always remember those days we had for the past few years…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-116412193996588866?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/116412193996588866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=116412193996588866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/116412193996588866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/116412193996588866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/11/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-116081470608615480</id><published>2006-10-14T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:31:46.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored to death...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Is there any remedy that cures this silly sickness…ohh I couldn’t stand this feeling anymore, I’m kept in a room where things started to revolve and change…it seem like I’m put under the stress of my ‘N’ level examination…I don’t know what to do…sigh. I’m trying to vent my rage onto something; so that I’m able to calm myself down…anyway I wanna get out of this suffocating space…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-116081470608615480?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/116081470608615480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=116081470608615480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/116081470608615480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/116081470608615480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/10/bored-to-death.html' title='Bored to death...'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-115918611327597129</id><published>2006-09-25T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T05:08:33.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAT-ppy BER-DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh…today is a special day to commemorate...25th September is CARMENERIE’S BIRTHDAY…I’m so energized… everything seems to be so clear and peaceful and I’m gonna receive presents from my beloved ones…whenever my birthday is round the corner, my sister would walk up to me and said…”hey baby, what is yr wish for  16th birthday and what do you want for your birthday this year?’’ and I said…”I want….’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sister has predicted what I want for my birthday, she told me that she would do her best to get me things that I want for my whole entire life…I was touched the minute she told me, and she walked out the room. I was wondering whether what kind of presents she is going to get me… but I tried to let my mind rest a bit as there would be even more stuffs to think about…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However my birthday is closing to an end…anyway I will enjoy my birthday to the fullest…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-115918611327597129?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/115918611327597129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=115918611327597129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115918611327597129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115918611327597129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/09/hat-ppy-ber-day.html' title='HAT-ppy BER-DAY'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-115902401060778666</id><published>2006-09-23T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:06:50.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antagonism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My energy is running low. I’m getting sick and tired of my life…it is not working out my way...actually and there are so many things to accomplish in my life. IS THIS WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT… I had no idea…I’m living in a world shared by everyone and the ones I dislike and likes…but what exactly life is all about…are we supposed to encounter experiences which are far more difficult that we could imagine, speechless. I do not wish to be controlled neither do I want to be dominated by somebody else. I WANT TO LIVE THE WAY I WANT… maybe I should calm myself down and just relax a bit…signing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE WAY CARMENERIE...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-115902401060778666?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/115902401060778666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=115902401060778666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115902401060778666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115902401060778666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/09/antagonism.html' title='Antagonism'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-115902270748991518</id><published>2006-09-23T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T07:45:07.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>voice out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just don’t understand what the hell is happening to me….yet I couldn’t figure it out…so what exactly is happening to me…have I gone insane or something , I wish I could just dig the answers out of my mind. But there is one thing I’m sure of that is my birthday is round the corner and I’m waiting for it, I ‘m looking forward for the day arrival. Everything seems so fine and peaceful but what exactly is happening to me and why are they doing this to me. Anyway I don’t really bother…the only remedy for my sickness is to live the way I want, to live fulfilling and fruitfully. Cheers &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-115902270748991518?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/115902270748991518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=115902270748991518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115902270748991518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115902270748991518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/09/voice-out.html' title='voice out'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-115890355315509162</id><published>2006-09-21T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:39:13.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More to come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At last, I pass my prelim examination, but that is not the end to it. There’re more to come…err.. It wasn’t a smooth sailing journey through these years. As I would encounter obstacles which I had never come across…anyway I had come so far. So I would continue to work hard till the last moment. cheer up CARMNERIE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-115890355315509162?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/115890355315509162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=115890355315509162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115890355315509162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115890355315509162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-to-come.html' title='More to come...'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-115787278023804870</id><published>2006-09-10T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:19:40.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Returned from unconsciousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now then I realized how foolish I am, I shouldn’t had fallen in love with a guy who was not worth waiting for. It was time for me to move on without any hesitation. Though, I may not know him but I’m very sure that he will not become my Mr. Right. I knew that one day I might get through all kinds of relationships but I’m not committing in a particular relationship constructively because I knew I would be hurt in the end.  This is a way to defend myself. Anyway, I’m not &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;letting&lt;/span&gt; myself to plunge into a relationship when I’m not spiritually prepared&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-115787278023804870?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/115787278023804870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=115787278023804870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115787278023804870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115787278023804870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/09/returned-from-unconsciousness.html' title='Returned from unconsciousness'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-115773078757937761</id><published>2006-09-08T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T08:53:07.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a disgusted moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is he behaving so peculiarly? I just couldn’t stand the way he posed in his pictures. And I almost throw up when I witnessed the pictures of him. Wouldn’t he just be more like a man rather than a gigolo?  He has spoilt the good image of our school but he continued behaving in such unexplainable manner. And he even wrote that he was being hurt by seven relationships that were so unbelievable. He would always tell us about the lives he had been through and how well he cared for his beloved dog. But I just don’t give a shit on it. Err….how I wish I could just leave the school immediately after my graduation.  I do not want to spend another second in this school where a bizarre teacher, keeps telling the students about his life journey. I felt sorry for those students who are still being taught by him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-115773078757937761?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/115773078757937761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=115773078757937761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115773078757937761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115773078757937761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-disgusted-moment.html' title='what a disgusted moment'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25652053.post-115625941746896308</id><published>2006-08-22T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T08:10:17.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about exams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;Here again, feeling a bit tense due to the stress on my N level exams. Sigh. It seems like this is a never-ending job. I have to work long hours in order for promotion. But not only me who is suffering but the students who are taking this year major exam.  Anyway I will get myself to prepare this shit and hope for better grades. May the fluke befall on me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-115625941746896308?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/115625941746896308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=115625941746896308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115625941746896308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115625941746896308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-about-exams.html' title='All about exams...'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-115616256477676636</id><published>2006-08-21T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T05:16:04.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final lap to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally the preliminary examination was over, but it also the time to face the reality the truth actually. I might receive different types of grades which I have not been thinking about because I heard some disastrous news from my friend that almost 90% of normal academic class failed English. It was shocked to hear from my friend, I do not know who the lucky ones who passed the English paper are. But there is one thing I’m pretty sure of that is most of us will cry over the paper. Anyway, I’m prepared to face the truth and to strive harder if I have done badly for my examinations. Since, the major exams are coming up I’ve got do something to score the grades that I want ever since the day I stepped into the school. This is what I want for my life and what life is all about. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-115616256477676636?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/115616256477676636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=115616256477676636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115616256477676636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115616256477676636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/08/final-lap-to-go.html' title='Final lap to go'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-115599122041461752</id><published>2006-08-19T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T05:40:20.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It happens almost every week, the boys in our class couldn’t resist the temptation of teasing girls, and I just couldn’t understand why they keep doing it to the girls. Is it because the boys have nothing better to do or maybe they are getting on ages, hormones started to change. Whatever the case is, the boys are behaving in an abnormal way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-115599122041461752?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/115599122041461752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=115599122041461752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115599122041461752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115599122041461752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-want-peace.html' title='I want peace'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-115297415047236367</id><published>2006-07-15T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T07:35:50.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The real significance of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This year has been a very fruitful one, as there were many surprises going on. Every time I ponder, I will tend to recall few years back, things that I had been through regardless of rain or shine, I still keep on living and this is probably why I’ve been so far. I will always tell myself to be more conscious of what I’m doing and I will also do some soul-searching because I believe, as humans grow older they will gained more knowledge and wisdom. This is how I define the meaning of LIFE. So we should live to the fullest. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-115297415047236367?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/115297415047236367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=115297415047236367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115297415047236367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115297415047236367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/07/real-significance-of-life.html' title='The real significance of Life'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-115287986833040392</id><published>2006-07-14T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T05:24:28.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today is a very special day to commemorate…because the group-Sept. gals is back…I’m pleased to see us back again when the three of us always yarn around. Everyone is having a great time at the pink pix shop. We had so much fun laughing our head out, we took neoprints until we went broke…it was such an unforgettable experience for the Sept.gals…I hope we will still be back this year 2007..cheers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-115287986833040392?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/115287986833040392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=115287986833040392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115287986833040392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115287986833040392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-to-remember.html' title='A day to remember'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-115278694616952399</id><published>2006-07-13T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T03:35:46.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what on earth is this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just couldn’t figure it out what is happening to my dear friend... Whenever she is upset, she will give us a cold shoulder. As if we had done something wrong to her…but we did not…we’ve been friends for the past 3 years, and I really appreciate this friendship. But I just can’t help thinking about why she is doing this to us, and making us feel that we’re the ones who let her down.sigh.somehow it just doesn’t make sense. Whenever she is in high spirits, she will joke with us and try to entertain me and nilam...And we still join along. Those fun moments have been engraved deeply in my mind…should she be our best buddy or foul friend; I will still remember the times we shared together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-115278694616952399?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/115278694616952399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=115278694616952399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115278694616952399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115278694616952399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-on-earth-is-this_13.html' title='what on earth is this!'/><author><name>Caresser</name><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-25652053.post-115275846496122907</id><published>2006-07-12T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:41:04.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a happy afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was happy to find out that sooner or later i will be moving in into a whole new home..a place of relax indulgence. I get to enjoy new things which i had never done before..so it will be a great experience for me and my family..i'm looking forward about it for years..i'm so eager to move in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25652053-115275846496122907?l=caresser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/feeds/115275846496122907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25652053&amp;postID=115275846496122907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115275846496122907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25652053/posts/default/115275846496122907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caresser.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-afternoon.html' title='a happy afternoon'/><author><name>Caresser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
