<?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-6122286</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:06:54.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juz my damn blog.</title><subtitle type='html'>???</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>301</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-8997730258972278625</id><published>2009-06-13T02:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:27:31.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ART in the real world[ What I've learnt is that when you are studying, life is easy. I'm sure some of you reading this may disagree, but it's true. If you think what you're going through is hard, just wait until you are finally out of that door. Because then it will finally sink it. What you ask? Yes, you need a job - one that pays money no less. The reality is, no money = no food, no home, no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8997730258972278625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8997730258972278625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8997730258972278625' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1676609778938826352</id><published>2009-05-31T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:12:40.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A saint asked his disciples, "Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?" Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, "Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.""But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?" asked the saint. "Isn't it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice?Why do you shout at a person when you're angry?' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1676609778938826352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1676609778938826352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1676609778938826352' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-6035906685791585986</id><published>2009-05-21T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:33:36.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>third day of my grad show, went school at 4plus cuz im feelin so unwell with the monthly affair /: went school and we were enjoyin ourselves in the jam room. din kno pamela knew how to play guitar and played the drum. nice! video-ed cam them. they were so cutee. gonna miss all these in the near future. all the things we can do in school.jul and michelle came down for my exhibition. thanks guys. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6035906685791585986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6035906685791585986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6035906685791585986' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-3947884200738688271</id><published>2009-05-09T06:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T06:10:57.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yellow.alley bar with lirong, had two drinks each. saw jen. talked bout our past as usuals. movied 17again with lirong too. nice, and i will watch again :/started work with vincent, my basketball coach. he wants me to be his sales-designer-contractor. contractor is not what i want but then for experience i shall do it. my job scope - sketch on d spot, quotations, design, go site, meet client. but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3947884200738688271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3947884200738688271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3947884200738688271' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tOcDyZVxQGU/SgStPuapRYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/u3Ae7GLDNcE/s72-c/DSC01034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-296877281234581009</id><published>2009-04-21T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:57:36.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCK to FYP!seriously cannot take it liao. sooooo many days of sleepin on d couch. dont even kno d time already, night is morning, morning is night. breakfast is my supper, lunch is my breakfast, dinner is my lunch. all upside down.left four fuckin' days! uber tired. really cannot take it. im like in DEAD sleep last night. soo afraid of my perspective will turn out ugly. i wanted to ask my clique</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/296877281234581009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/296877281234581009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#296877281234581009' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-9195481377392368078</id><published>2009-04-11T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:06:23.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i seriously detest the term DATING. kno what? nowadays young people definition of 'dating' is less than a couple but more than friends. meaning to say you can hold hands, hug, kiss and even fuck around.tho i did that when i was like 18 or 19. but i really cannot do it now. say im old fashion or whatsoever. if you want to get together then get together, why be wishy washy. my definition of 'dating</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/9195481377392368078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/9195481377392368078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#9195481377392368078' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1967239659037455510</id><published>2009-04-10T05:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T06:26:55.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so many things happen la recently, didnt do my work. and everyone is like stressing me. kenneth scolded.thursdayclub at play, knew so many girls that night. so fun lah. so old already still wanna kno new girls. plus all like so young. and as usual im high that night, but i kno what im doing ok? but anyway when i step outta d club i forgot who are they already.fridayi stayed at home but i just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1967239659037455510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1967239659037455510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1967239659037455510' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-296303395782525195</id><published>2009-04-06T04:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T04:30:57.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>repeat only d same songsipping sour red wine alone, because ure goneim sleepy but thinkin' of youfinishing this..hungry, but bread is too plainbiscuits too drywheres d maggieyou cook nice maggiebaby potatos, butter corns, bacon beatsdazzling starsbossnova musiccushioned basejac's placemy heart's bruised</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/296303395782525195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/296303395782525195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#296303395782525195' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-6238400195068000448</id><published>2009-04-06T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T03:41:01.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alone in this house again tonightive got the tv onthe sound turned down and a bottle of winethere's picture of you and i on the walls around methe way that it was and could've been surrounds mei'll never get over you walkin' away'cause i've never been the kind to ever let my feelings showand i thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-controlbut im just drunk enough to let go of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6238400195068000448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6238400195068000448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6238400195068000448' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1684683136034751786</id><published>2009-04-02T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:16:23.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i duno what's wrong with me.. i really duno..im feeling not very good now.. my nose block like duno what, my voice is different, my throat is dry, so much phlegm along my throat and nose, its so irritating!another thing, im really not feeling good. what the fuck?! can someone tell me?its juz a few days, and im so hooked onto it. i cant do ID, i cant sleep, i cant focus, and im sick!what happend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1684683136034751786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1684683136034751786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1684683136034751786' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-5385147242965183956</id><published>2009-03-31T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:05:06.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess what?! im so into skype!!! so fun lahhh.. there you go.. jiselle poh shi ping ure in ! i think she gonna kill me! but i don care how many slaps i owe u la. ive like duno how many bruise already. its all from youuuuu..skype with shuwen too! so happyy.. shuwen took a snap on us. haloo my sister, ziel su. when we chat her time was 10am and our time is 10pm. haha! miss you shuwen! my skype only</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/5385147242965183956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/5385147242965183956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5385147242965183956' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tOcDyZVxQGU/SdD5TwKMl9I/AAAAAAAAADo/aPrZnIVD3Qg/s72-c/Picture+6.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-2743762009302606091</id><published>2009-03-28T04:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:28:55.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sipping my red wine, listening to bossanova, here i am typing all this..kinda feel like typing, throw everything out here rather then keeping them inside me.just came back from quarubar. its another bad day. really really cant stand d new girl, that malay girl. shes so stuck up, command me as if she has work there longer than me. halooo.. get outta my life bitach~in d past, i can easily tell my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/2743762009302606091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/2743762009302606091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2743762009302606091' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOcDyZVxQGU/Sc1E6Te8gwI/AAAAAAAAADg/sF5KCfkaUiQ/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-6909498612233828923</id><published>2009-03-26T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:52:31.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>anyway happened to hear this song today, listen to this..time..ive been passing time watching train go byall of my lifelying on the sand watchin sea birds flywishin there would bsomeone waiting home for mesomething's telling me it might b youit's telling me it might b youall of my lifelookin back as lovers go walkin pastall of my lifewondering how they met and what make it lastif i found the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6909498612233828923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6909498612233828923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6909498612233828923' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-6409351761513041361</id><published>2009-03-25T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:57:15.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally its over. i meant only critique 3. left with fyp on d 27th april. my record 37hrs of sleepless night. not even power nap, make my back ache, neck ache and shoulder ache. demand my mom to get me salonpas, lots of it. and my sister to get me lotsa face mask. haha now two four liao muz take of my cute face.presentation was quite casual. but we use mike and present it on seminar room. they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6409351761513041361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6409351761513041361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6409351761513041361' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tOcDyZVxQGU/SckdyOPoTDI/AAAAAAAAADY/oMek274xAqk/s72-c/reception-ps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-2451352611874190071</id><published>2009-03-22T11:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:18:38.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>19th march, thursdayclassmates over my place, did school work till late 11jen called to ask me meet her downstair, so i went down..SURPRISE!!! there they were.. a bunch of friends that tot they forget bout my birthday ):i was very upset when they told me they're going to prawn at pasir ris, can even ask me tag along. im so fuckin' upset that they cant even b bothered.moreover, i cant even celeb </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/2451352611874190071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/2451352611874190071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2451352611874190071' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tOcDyZVxQGU/ScW7_RWyiKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OVoxzetbYcE/s72-c/DSC00957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-8704800135200125716</id><published>2009-03-14T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:03:05.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my both knee is aching !! fuck fuck !why d weather is so bad?oh man i didnt do ANY homework this 2 weeks holiday. NOT at all. i shall write everything in point form for this week;monday- slack the whole fuckin day at home surfin net. create fridae account.tuesday- had a basketball game with eileen, sara, raymond, tiwi, leo and pam. took nice pictures tho..wednesday- watch tv, surf net, afternoon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8704800135200125716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8704800135200125716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8704800135200125716' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1747385691394034705</id><published>2009-02-26T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:47:37.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alone again naturally..in a little while from nowif im not feeling anyless souri promise myself to treat myselfand visit a nearby towerand climbing to the top will throw myself offin an effort to make it clear to whoever what it's like when you're shatteredleft standing in the lurch at a churchwhere people saying 'my god'that's tough she's stood him upno point in us remainingwe may as well go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1747385691394034705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1747385691394034705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1747385691394034705' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-7853900445667531457</id><published>2009-02-22T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:29:22.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>19thfeb. boy my buddy's two-two birthday.went steamboat at her house and then i realised something.. boy uve a very very good family, relatives and has alot friends. like i can feel the bless. went to her room and saw alot photos and basketball stuff, it kind of make me reminisce the past of the time i play ball. ha quite influential.anyway im better after the 'big cry'. after which u guys left </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/7853900445667531457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/7853900445667531457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7853900445667531457' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tOcDyZVxQGU/SaEYAV8ZdXI/AAAAAAAAADA/3Ll_Mh4GVx8/s72-c/at+boy%27s+hse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-4127563510543581346</id><published>2009-02-16T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:00:55.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>many wonder, how am i doin now? am i good or can i manage alone. to all my caring friends, fact is im not okie.. but im trying very hard to do everything i should do.prioritize  my time, yes im still trying very hard. its never easy..ohwell, one project down - history. which i think ive done my very best. all out to tomorrow's presentation. now is ID, nahh its forever ID my major. professional </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4127563510543581346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4127563510543581346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4127563510543581346' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-4076073139461946496</id><published>2009-01-22T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:11:09.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>where got time to update my blog? im like in edwin's class blogging. eileen and her gang go breakfast and i purposely came late for edwin's because he always comes in 30mins late. what kind of teacher is he huh?anyway school work is piling up. FYP. so so sooooo important to me now. if i screw up, i can wash toilet after i grad. very tiring leh.. anyway i cant grad on time la, got too many failed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4076073139461946496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4076073139461946496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4076073139461946496' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-4233863133264025915</id><published>2009-01-11T12:16:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:49:09.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>festive seasons*metaphor. 1912o8. attachment  company xmas party.2412o8celebration. fae&amp;jac hideout.gift xchange.twister.3112o8celebration. chinese restaurant.the food not very nice.o1o1o9celebration. scarlet hotel.juz a few of us playing pictionary, drinking red wine, smoking at the balcony, making noises, taking photos and watch little nonya happily together..o^-^oenjoyed myself with my buddies</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4233863133264025915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4233863133264025915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4233863133264025915' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOcDyZVxQGU/SWmCgd2MUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P2be8Byvlh0/s72-c/DSC_0551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-4662281833457915004</id><published>2008-12-11T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:03:18.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to bossanova music on my ipod in metaphor, suddenly got the urge to type.. and here i am, gonna briefly talk bout my life now..totally not used to office job, especially that ive to wake up at 7+ to get to metaphor by 9. moreover im working at quarubar to earn extras. its tough but that is gonna be my lifestlye when i graduate.dont even kno if i can graduate on time, most probably i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4662281833457915004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4662281833457915004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#4662281833457915004' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-2019962560170718170</id><published>2008-11-21T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:45:51.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok i just wanna vent my anger over here!i happily happily steal huishan's girlfriends contact from her phone last night and happily sms them bout meeting up on 4dec for a short mini surprise birthday celebration.so this morning, joyce replied okay shes in. gina never reply(duno why) and qianping replied ask whats my plan.never would i kno when i finished telling her my plan..qp: gina's having </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/2019962560170718170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/2019962560170718170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2019962560170718170' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-6421261838291940722</id><published>2008-11-18T11:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:04:43.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haven been updating my blog. feel so restless this days, wanted to type something here but i stop..quite unhappy with some stuffs, infact alot of stuffs but people ask me da take it easy. must hav an open mind~ usually people think im a happy-go-lucky person.. but mind you.. im a very emotional person. "feeling feeling" la..screwed up my term two assessment. again. how do i do that? im so SUCK at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6421261838291940722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6421261838291940722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6421261838291940722' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tOcDyZVxQGU/SSI-TJyTW1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UCwAyyhhJH4/s72-c/DSC00137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-7003383949603786885</id><published>2008-10-17T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:24:28.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ClassmatesYear one, my first friend I made is shihan and then I got into a group of five. Nora, scarlet, wirda shihan and I. So very easy our group click with the rest, with two smart guys who always top the class, weiqiang and alvin. And with the rest of my classmate, we went chalet together, went lunch/dinner together, went sentosa together.. the time we blade/cycle at pasir ris, soccer on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/7003383949603786885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/7003383949603786885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7003383949603786885' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-3228284896053709855</id><published>2008-10-07T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T03:03:18.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Respect.she is a kinda person who is not very sensitive to me, has yet to be able to read my mind and also today's topic, respect.the minimum respect im looking for is.. present me to her friends, her classmates and her colleagues.that day, i went to look for her for lunch and she came down with her colleagues. i asked her something that ive already forgotten but i kno its something that kinda </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3228284896053709855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3228284896053709855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3228284896053709855' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1154522379967615801</id><published>2008-10-03T03:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T03:54:47.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>juz woke up like 5 minutes ago, was too tired with the long 9am-4pm lesson this morning and then family meet up to town till 9pm.is like few hours to pin-up, i haven started yet. so not stress huh? u bet. gonna do my sketches right until i needa go school.anyway the mini celebration goes well, think of it we have a big group, dont we? is 10 consider big? really can feel the "happy family" over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1154522379967615801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1154522379967615801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1154522379967615801' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-2229917685403752295</id><published>2008-09-24T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T01:09:16.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weather so freakin warm today! its quite a good excuse for me to not to start on my sketches. ohwell today's situation in the city like havoc la! my dad was caught in the jam at nicoll highway for an hour and so ive to make a detour and use ecp instead to get home after meeting dear for lunch. stupid F1, i also cannot watch, no contribution to me, only contribute to the no of jams in the city. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/2229917685403752295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/2229917685403752295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2229917685403752295' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-3513841930693205352</id><published>2008-09-23T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:07:34.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school starts like today, short brief with ID lecturers. pretty much kno what i wanna do for the commercial project, i would say we're quite hardworking today. went basheer and library today to get some inspirations.well ive got mine, kinda inspired by japanese gothic design with maybe those parisian's oil painting? it shall gives a  classy ambient?  i guess so.. ahh im too sleepy to start on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3513841930693205352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3513841930693205352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#3513841930693205352' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-620907812405705797</id><published>2008-09-16T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:36:25.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a success steamboat this weekend, too much food to finish. starts at 6 but end early at 730, oh my friends cant eat. mm i pretty much like this kinda gathering or perhaps i like the steamboat part. hahaa! i eat too much lah now stomach not feelin well.ohwell, after the steamboat we sat around the dining table and start chatting. start gossiping the latest hottest news and drink red wine. nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/620907812405705797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/620907812405705797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#620907812405705797' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-8914306015358230427</id><published>2008-09-09T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:16:17.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how nice can the comment be? the other class lecturers just shoot me with their good english but harsh words. they said my concept is like "rojak". to me i also think my concept very weak but no need to mock at my work. they laugh at my work except for my own lecturers who is nice and understanding.  kenneth comfort me by saying, he is glad that i manage to finish my work and veronica ask me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8914306015358230427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8914306015358230427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#8914306015358230427' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-6381428929386129178</id><published>2008-09-03T16:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:40:07.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey guys, ive quited my job. yes quited a job that ive been stuck for two years plus. sad to say pool junction-burgundy has juz opened for six to seven months and now my boss sell it to a new buyer. refused to work with the new towkay i left with my fellow colleagues - jason, huishan, ziel and shuwen.new boss means new working style means hav to tolerate. we've been tolerating enough, time to let</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6381428929386129178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6381428929386129178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6381428929386129178' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-8031474851657143639</id><published>2008-08-31T07:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T07:22:20.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>respect me because im your senior not just because im your gf. you said i control you, does doesnt want my gf drink too much because she has sensitive skin and she gets red easily call control you? does feeling jealous when she keep talking to that guy customer call control her and when always there is people want your number infront of me and ive to shallow my pride, i cannot feel jealous? i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8031474851657143639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8031474851657143639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#8031474851657143639' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1210824711677005250</id><published>2008-08-27T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T02:18:07.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>very sick of working at pool junction. should have leave earlier, now im like stuck there. i miss all the old staffs, stephanie, jane, stella he, stella lee, riccia, baihan, rachel, junie and candy who taught me bout handling customers.i miss steph workin with me on busy fridays and saturdays, i miss going st james after work with stella lee, cindy, steph and the rest, i miss working with riccia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1210824711677005250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1210824711677005250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1210824711677005250' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-5466242269672816319</id><published>2008-08-21T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:00:46.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally ive boy's blog. figured out quite sometime to actually view her entries. haha im not good at it la. viewed kim's too to b honest. mmm well, seems like they are both doin fine without one another. it might b a blessing in disguise? anyway, if one wants to get back, one must hav a dramatic  change. if not.. no chance..recently been reading friends and classmates' blog so im actually being "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/5466242269672816319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/5466242269672816319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#5466242269672816319' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1107803002867396539</id><published>2008-05-30T04:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T04:53:43.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah. cob web liao. almost forgot ive a blog.cant you b more mature? cant you just forget bout the past?you're the one who ask me to STOP mention bout the past and move on.but why do you still mention bout her?ENOUGH !and you still want assurance? why do girls want assurance?what is assurance? what you want me to assure?is it to tell you ohh i wont meet her anymore, i wont contact her anymore? is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1107803002867396539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1107803002867396539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#1107803002867396539' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1543713365479616610</id><published>2008-01-20T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:43:09.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>work and study together is tough enough man. imagine uve da work until late night 3am and hav da wake up like early in da morning to school. many of us juz want to work extra to earn extra cash, and did we neglect our studies? ohwell some yes, juz look at me! *brrrrguess what its juz da first week of school and i saw my classmates walked passed my work place at diz hour. so hardworking sia. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1543713365479616610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1543713365479616610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#1543713365479616610' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1835645955689577037</id><published>2007-10-19T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:21:39.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>almost forgot ive a blog here. mmm mayb because i tell huishan bout everything happen to me? mm anyway many many things happen, b it work, school, love life, my life, my family im gonna cut it short.work, many unpleasant things happend which i dont wish to dwell over it."a secret that cannot b told" muahhaha! bullshit! ohwell, ive been working v hard. because ive a poor dad!speak of my dad, he's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1835645955689577037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1835645955689577037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#1835645955689577037' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1790175596440407798</id><published>2007-09-11T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:04:44.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally its over, budden for me its not really over yet. been suffering this one week. imagine we needa submit six projects on monday?interior design - 9 drawings, research, sketchesfurniture design - 3 models, sketches, print-outsmedia studies - 4 full colored presentationautocad - 5rm maisonetterhino - notes only thotechnology - 6 drawingsmanaged to finish it tho, diz term. well, im waiting at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1790175596440407798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1790175596440407798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1790175596440407798' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-4515000405115398225</id><published>2007-08-30T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:59:39.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been real busy recently, not of work but school. i couldnt work for ive too many homework. damn. i fall sick for that too. left with a week. stress of school and money. i never work where got money. sighss.. most of the time i only sleep for two hours, how not to fall sick when immune system low.there's group project, i dont wanna b a burden to them so i rush my work. i used zill's lappie but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4515000405115398225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4515000405115398225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4515000405115398225' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-6334440185620487651</id><published>2007-08-10T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:07:52.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah something creepy happened the day before yesterday. after work when i sent huishan home, we sat below her flat near the rubbish chute. because we've not been meeting up for long, we sat there and chat quite long. and when im about to leave.. BANG!something dropped from the heaven! and guess what?! my new huge bag i bought is full of smelly rice! somebody has just threw a ntuc bag of rubbish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6334440185620487651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6334440185620487651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6334440185620487651' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1250309205530036790</id><published>2007-08-03T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:21:02.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think its not easy to do group work. well, my group has only three people and the rest is like four or five. so our workload is more, and i think its not easy because the three of us hav different views. as a group leader of the group i cannot slack lah i kno budden sometimes i feel that i cannot accept their opinion. i want to do it good, i dont wanna choose subject that is easier to do so. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1250309205530036790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1250309205530036790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1250309205530036790' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-8121686889794830781</id><published>2007-07-26T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T03:23:11.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how's first day of school? alot asked.. ohwells its damn tiring. i mean yah as expected, there's homework for first lesson. its tiring because i needa work and go to school. its even more tired when after work i still needa do my homework. and its even even more tired when like now i juz got home from work, i needa do my homework before i go to sleep and i only can sleep for 3hours or less then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8121686889794830781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8121686889794830781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8121686889794830781' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-868194536300645857</id><published>2007-07-11T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T03:27:53.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive never ever ever seen a super duper drunk person in my life before, i saw one today. a lady who i tot she really can drink. cuz she look very sober after so many cocktails and two mc conmick shot and things happened after that beer she drank, she walked zig-zag to the toilet while i was smoking at the lift lobby. i heard a "BANG!" sound.. there she goes, she dropped on the floor and when i was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/868194536300645857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/868194536300645857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#868194536300645857' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-8832384013898547941</id><published>2007-07-09T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T04:53:26.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when you love a woman,tell her that she’s really wantedwhen you love a woman,tell her that she’s the onesshe needs somebody to tell herthat you’ll always be togetherso tell me have you ever really,really really ever loved a woman?you got to give her some faith, hold her tighta little tenderness, gotta treat her rightshe will be there for you, takin’ good care of youyou really gotta love your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8832384013898547941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8832384013898547941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8832384013898547941' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1447569177636082456</id><published>2007-07-03T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T04:14:23.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im so tired and so deprived of sleep this few days. all this tiredness i look for it one. ever since huishan wait for me to end work last last friday, we went east coast and got home at 10am. and the following next night, she waited and we went east coast again. okay we're bored. went home at 9am this time and got up at 2pm because i work 3pm. and then i got drunk on last tuesday because its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1447569177636082456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1447569177636082456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1447569177636082456' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-2384497982564472553</id><published>2007-06-28T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T03:48:15.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay okay very long never blog, alot people hav been telling me to update. ahhh! now so many hav my blog. no privacy lah! okay i juz pretend nobody kno my blog, if not i wont write down what i feel inside.okay many things had happened, many changes for me too. like.. okay i think its quite shocked and fast lah. i think wilson and i is over. there's another in my heart now. anyway its not bcuz of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/2384497982564472553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/2384497982564472553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2384497982564472553' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-7477533553770820651</id><published>2007-06-16T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T06:23:16.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh wednesday night was damn fun. went prawning w jen and caught 5 fat prawns, we bbq it on the spot. after so long then i go prawn man. prawning is so expensive but okay lah. enjoy life. and then after that jen sent me to labyrinth, i met up w steph, shuwen and my sis. we went st james!my god, before we reach stella and jolene was already not sober. hahaa and then we drank almost two bottles that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/7477533553770820651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/7477533553770820651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7477533553770820651' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-551081059549635690</id><published>2007-06-10T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T05:47:59.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been very busy recently right after my holiday to Genting. because my boss new outlet opens, i went there on the first day. and it was farking busy, damn its twice busy than labyrinth. because its the first day, all the regulars visit Quarubar. tho im the bartender, ive been doing cocktails and washing glasses from 7pm-12mn. until i cut my finger.because ive my own transport sometimes i work at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/551081059549635690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/551081059549635690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#551081059549635690' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1636191526157403737</id><published>2007-05-20T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T04:53:29.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really really wanna get a macbook myself lah, the white one. so that when my school starts, a brand new lappie is all by myself. no needa share w ziel anymore. well, i can afford to pay installment. okay shall aim that. and i also wanna hav a ipod nano, tho i dont take public transport but i can use it when im riding my bike. cuz my ear pc giv it to kok sze yun ! hahaha!erm and then next year i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1636191526157403737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1636191526157403737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1636191526157403737' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-4003285183539837862</id><published>2007-05-18T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T03:42:57.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my ideal boyfriend would b no needa v tall cuz im short but cannot b short and plump. long sharp face with a little facial hair on the chin, so cute and manly lah. no needa b double eye-lid cuz single eye-lid like mine is cute too. like jay chow.. wee.. mm muz hav dress sense, diz one very important to me if not i'd b turn off! hurhur why do i write diz in my blog today?oh wells, today one of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4003285183539837862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4003285183539837862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4003285183539837862' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-2754842903825134851</id><published>2007-05-17T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T16:35:50.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went driving juz now and its my fourth lesson for today. fortunately, those instructors i met are good ones, so far so good. i enjoy driving man, i dont kno why. i think its bcuz i feel very relax and there's roof, aircon and i can lie my bac on the bac seat. unlike motorbike, ive two colors now lo on my arms. my sleeves and my watch. damnit. and my helmet always gives me bad hair day. at first i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/2754842903825134851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/2754842903825134851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2754842903825134851' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-8840259985214595318</id><published>2007-05-16T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T04:24:05.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the other day my conversation with one of my friend is about the relationships ive before. it include my boyfriends and girlfriends. if im not wrong i started dating a boyfriend when i was 13 old in sec one and then when i reached sec four i began to hav girlfriends. haha what a complicating love life ive.1st: benjaminhe is one year older than me and he treats me very nice. call me everyday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8840259985214595318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8840259985214595318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8840259985214595318' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-8798424581699638262</id><published>2007-05-08T05:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T05:54:52.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahh ha! i juz went prawning with jen at 3am. its so fun tonight cuz i finally kno the tactics to prawn. tho i only caught one but the feeling of catching one is so great! now i kno.. haha can compete with jun and liangmin liao. but i dont dare to take out the prawn from the hook so i need jen's help. she did not do the prawning but she did the dirty job like help me put the wriggling haven die </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8798424581699638262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8798424581699638262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8798424581699638262' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1588195943092355351</id><published>2007-05-04T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:52:02.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday i cant login to the blogger bcuz i forgot my password. sighs.. im so worry for junren. the moment i woke up i think of him. -pray- i message his friend to ask his condition, nyit called me and tell me he has resume from his coma but very agitated bcuz he cant believe he's in this state. im even more worry, wish to visit him asap but i cant. he's in the ICU and only family members are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1588195943092355351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1588195943092355351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1588195943092355351' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-3412968178112266598</id><published>2007-04-25T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T05:00:57.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay here i am at diz hour again. listening to feeling feeling songs, blogging away hopefully gf read my updated blog. mmm im the only person who stays at work and wait for everyone to leave labyrinth before i lock the door. drank a little with customers and i cant believe im singing the female part for all duet i sang with male customers.DARN. my sony ericsson phone spoilt. what the-?! i used it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3412968178112266598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3412968178112266598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3412968178112266598' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1799723826686040090</id><published>2007-04-23T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T04:28:35.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im so lazy to blog lah, kellis asked me to update if not i rather sleep or watch my vcd. hmm been trying to watch that korean vcd sis bought. damn funny lah and there's some horny scene. funny horny ones. and another dvd wilson lent me, music and lyrics. mmm i dont wanna watch that alone leh, no meaning. anyone wanna watch with me? but i haven get my samsung LCD.zhenming told me samsung dont have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1799723826686040090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1799723826686040090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1799723826686040090' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-3225847058328296753</id><published>2007-04-18T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T04:15:54.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>because i kno who will be looking at my blog everyday to see if ive any updates, i'll try to update it everyday. hmm well, i juz got home. as usual i went to labyrinth even on my off day. today its not a fruitful off day for me rather a rest day. i went supper with jen last night after our work at her nearby mac donalds and we chat till 6am the morning. there's so much things to talk about, like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3225847058328296753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3225847058328296753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3225847058328296753' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-3601284823597969483</id><published>2007-04-15T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T06:11:36.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can you imagine how busy im tonight at work? do you kno my whole leg sore from my tiny toes to my operated kneecap? ITS FARKING BUSY. we closes at 3am but the lounge is FULL when its already 2am. the crowd is expected because there's quite alot of reservation. beside the reservation, its my boss, kelvin's birthday and total there are three tables celebrating their birthday, which means big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3601284823597969483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3601284823597969483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3601284823597969483' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-3245595657792773379</id><published>2007-04-11T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T04:32:21.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rainy day.i took public transport today because its a farking rainy day! i hate taking public transport especially MRT. okay i admit im a spoilt brag. ive been riding my bike for two long years, of cuz i cant take it if you ask me to take public transport like the train or the bus. and i take cab, i take the back seat i'll have car sick. so just now i cab home and i sat infront. i hate to take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3245595657792773379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3245595657792773379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3245595657792773379' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-729381477896481319</id><published>2007-04-09T03:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T03:39:54.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mmm today i went prawning. shiok lah my good friend came to my house and dinner together at home and then straight we went to pasir ris to prawn. but very sad ! after two hours not a single prawn ive got. the other couple who is beside us, 20mintues they got one prawn already. we're such a failure man. the other group dont look like they kno how to prawn but they got a big fat one. AND the uncle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/729381477896481319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/729381477896481319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#729381477896481319' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-887996414866506329</id><published>2007-04-03T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T04:54:35.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha my service very good today. there's this customer gave me $20 tips, personal tips wor. just because i made lambogini for his girlfriend and provide good service all the time they came. so today his girlfriend asked me why is it that she sees me work everyday. like very xinku. haha maybe because of that im awarded for $20 tips? weee.. so happy.and then yesterday, there's this four new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/887996414866506329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/887996414866506329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#887996414866506329' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-4254571673581168995</id><published>2007-04-01T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T13:57:24.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the actorim not an actor im not a starand i dont even have my own carbut im hoping so much you'll staythat you will love me anywaythe dirty games and the neonshowsthis is the world he knowswatching the stars satisfies my soulthinking of him makes me feel so coldthe fancy cars and the restaurantsyou're just so fond of the mansometimes i wonder if you are blindcan't you see he's got dirt on his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4254571673581168995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4254571673581168995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4254571673581168995' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-5043447222245161802</id><published>2007-03-27T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T08:32:14.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive finished the book 'for one more day' by mitch albom. its a damn nice book can! im so addicted to it that i read until 7am yesterday and now im so tired after work from 3pm to 3am. and as my usual routine, i blog. and im downloading this gaw damn nice and feeling feeling song lah, 'i dont want to talk about it' by rod stewart. dont kno whether its a oldies but well i kno this song from one of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/5043447222245161802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/5043447222245161802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5043447222245161802' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-5184227478756177590</id><published>2007-03-26T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T06:06:38.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just got home not long ago. this long night, lucky ive lixuan with me. she came to labyrinth with dirdin and friends and then she stays with me when dirdin went off until i finished work wor. and then we supper at nearby prata shop and we chat for 2hours! god. so long. havent been talking to my friends for that long. everytime when i wanna supper with jen near her house she always rush me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/5184227478756177590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/5184227478756177590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5184227478756177590' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-779484372124172188</id><published>2007-03-25T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T05:13:02.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do you hate me so much so as to delete it away? that was the first picture and also the last picture you kno? must you be that cruel to me? im not feeling any better lately. not even a little.aww man~ i miss those days. first secretive date. first lunch i cooked for you myself. first movie. first stay over. first drinking session. first temple visit. your celebration and then mine. i regretted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/779484372124172188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/779484372124172188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#779484372124172188' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-5979670227682675308</id><published>2007-03-23T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T04:14:41.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever?well, i did. TWICE. last year and this year. one is good enough to feel like killing myself, can you imagine the second time?im your burden huh? you'd feel so much better. okay you've gave in. we're just not meant to be. i hate this phrase. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/5979670227682675308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/5979670227682675308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5979670227682675308' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-7031616819332913325</id><published>2007-03-22T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:46:31.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohh so i cannot write anything here from now on lah. okay i shall write craps here. bottle up. everything. forget it. i'll overcome this very soon.uh? i think i drink and shout too much last night, ive got cough. hahaha and junie and jane told me drink martell you will shit the whole day the next day. haha junren did. poor boy.i slept from 3 to 7pm just now, such a nice weather to sleep. okay im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/7031616819332913325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/7031616819332913325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7031616819332913325' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-3061719178751725865</id><published>2007-03-22T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T03:46:08.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think im the stupiest person in the world, to actually give you another chance to hurt me again. thank you so much for the "best" birthday gift. its better than last year when you said "you buay tahan me anymore, we're over".im not angry when we cok up on 20th march, im not angry when the car has no air con, im not angry when pitch black is suck, im not angry when you throw temper at me when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3061719178751725865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3061719178751725865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3061719178751725865' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-4210547074234338765</id><published>2007-03-17T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T04:52:41.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>initially i tot im just feeling tired at work thats all. i keep yawning non stop when its only 2am. after a few drinks with my customers i get more sleepy. uh? i shouldnt use the word sleepy, im exhausted. today's crowd is like damn! ive to walk very fast and get my things done. is not as if this was the first time i encounter such crowd. or mayb i haven had enough of rest?my limbs shake. i can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4210547074234338765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/4210547074234338765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4210547074234338765' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-857279424462353457</id><published>2007-03-16T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:04:41.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>never wld i kno she's that kinda person. i trusted my this friend so much so as to cover everything for her when we work. she is drunk last night and before i go i asked if she wants me to send her home. she said no need. and the next day, one told me that her boyfriend waited for her at the bus stop at that ungodly hour. so i asked her, where did you go last night, which house have you stay in? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/857279424462353457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/857279424462353457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#857279424462353457' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-8114180227417575418</id><published>2007-03-14T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:40:15.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> bedroomFinally, it ended our assessment period. im almost cannot take it, drowned with STRESS. lose my temper easily i suppose and many times i go bonkers, like suddenly talk very loud, suddenly laugh non-stop if not stoning away. ha mayb im thinking of inspiration? uh, i dread last minute work now. it might give me double job like ive to re-submit my assessment and ive to keep up the pace of my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8114180227417575418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8114180227417575418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8114180227417575418' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-8966198817405681174</id><published>2007-03-08T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T03:15:03.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im in alot homework debt. friggin' STRESS. stress until i cannot sleep, dont dare to sleep, im duper awake. takin' a break from my work tho. still i can go to parkway and east coast just now. coming bac with a guilty tot and hurried bac to my table. with all the drafting pens, tracing papers, set squares, rulers laying around, i manage to finish my technical drawing assignment BUT not the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8966198817405681174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8966198817405681174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8966198817405681174' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-1044802212377762964</id><published>2007-03-07T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T03:20:07.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok my assessment: for my analog clock my theme is fire fighter, so im gonna design and make a clock for my fire fighter friend, jun? heh heh! and then, my magazine spread im doing BMW M6. yeah.. im doing it now, its almost complete. im quite plead with it, shall see what will Lim Cheng Mei says tomorrow. as for my design drawing, a story board - my theme is on chinatown. i think that need a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1044802212377762964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/1044802212377762964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1044802212377762964' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-2172451907932303159</id><published>2007-03-01T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T19:04:34.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>since you're not around for me to tell you baby face to faceim writing you this letter, and this is what i have to say: oooh (babe)all i really wanted was some of your timeinstead you told me lieswhen someone else was on your mindwhat do you do to melook what you did to mei thought that you were someone who would do me rightuntil you played with my emotions and you made me crywhat did you do to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/2172451907932303159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/2172451907932303159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2172451907932303159' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-6737438576340820711</id><published>2007-03-01T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T02:53:43.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im feeling ultimate stress now and yet we've got into a tiff. see im still very awake at this hour. dont dare to sleep cuz no time already. i did not wanna work next week. gonna lock myself at home and complete my assignment. anyways bout the tiff right?! ahhhhh! i dont wish to talk bout it. BLOOD BOIL. for what i kno, i needa be less sensitive, less caring, less everything!~ i wanna go bac to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6737438576340820711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/6737438576340820711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6737438576340820711' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-8467541032117292601</id><published>2007-02-28T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T03:26:30.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today, i went dinner with gf at jack's place, haha my first time. tho the salad she ordered is a little raw to me and my mixed grill is too filled for me but i still enjoy the dinner with her.. after dinner we went to marina south play arcade. haha places i used to go with my bunch of friends, miss those days when i went there with jun angela and liangmin. and of cause the learning to drive jun's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8467541032117292601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/8467541032117292601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8467541032117292601' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-3489089152566668716</id><published>2007-02-25T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T13:51:49.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever?duhh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3489089152566668716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/3489089152566668716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3489089152566668716' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-117226290303938675</id><published>2007-02-24T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T04:35:17.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jealousy overpower</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117226290303938675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117226290303938675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117226290303938675' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-117209370638755085</id><published>2007-02-22T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T05:40:48.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally she has put our photo in her frenster. i think im the happiest person in the world for this moment. for another moment, im exhausted i must say.. this will be the first and last time i will cry for her.. yea.. i cried this afternoon after lirong called to reprimand me. to tell me not to be silly, its not worth, she dont love me. funny right, for lirong to tell me all this. i think lirong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117209370638755085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117209370638755085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117209370638755085' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-117156435049663557</id><published>2007-02-16T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T02:32:30.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im done with my color presentation and it SUCK! the tiger skin sofa spoilt the entire living room, i dont kno how to color lah. only the fan and scallop curtain looks good. haha self-proclaimed. the theme of my living room is classical, what a theme right? i must choose style like european, victorian, elizabeth, colonial or napoleon style? what the hell lah. shall improve on the next homework </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117156435049663557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117156435049663557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117156435049663557' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-117154427756641119</id><published>2007-02-15T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T20:57:57.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mmm ive just finished my dinner. nice food from my maid, just too bad my lazy sister not bac for the fabulous dinner. aye, ive a slight difficulty with the perspective. im doing my victorian style living room, its not easy man. half way thru the drawing. drawing is not as tough as rendering, well i still have problem with that. how can i improve my rendering?anyway ive just bought two helmets, so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117154427756641119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117154427756641119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117154427756641119' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-117147772683241347</id><published>2007-02-15T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T02:28:46.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been doing my homework, now i needa break later im gonna continue it. ohwells, what a valentine this year. no valentine this year, no nothing. been sleeping the whole afternoon today, have no idea why i can just fall asleep without me knowing it until when im awake again. that is why im still up at this ungodly hour. gonna start on my technical drawings.i wanted to go fisherman village badly, for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117147772683241347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117147772683241347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117147772683241347' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-117122039311403263</id><published>2007-02-12T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T02:59:53.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really dont kno why girls have weird and speedy fast in changing moods. one moment they're soo sweet to you.. another moment, dont expect a reply of ya message or even answering your calls. what's with the cold treatments? DARN.i go sleep</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117122039311403263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117122039311403263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117122039311403263' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-117114516048426176</id><published>2007-02-11T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T06:06:00.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha ive added so many words in my blog. ohwells im just bored. aye, today is a fruitful day for me! ive bought two v-necks tee from topman, red and green (xmas color), also a black shirt from topman, stripes bermuda from ulu-ulu shop, agnes b belt and bag and also fcuk sweater for gf. had already got lacoste polo tee which gf bought for me and a cardigan from revoltage on my first shopping spree</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117114516048426176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117114516048426176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117114516048426176' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-117060862417704594</id><published>2007-02-05T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:03:44.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why is it always the wrong timing? its not the first time that we clash on the wrong timing. when you wanna be with me, im still thinkin of the both of you. then when ive decided to let one go, you walked away.. why is it so? is it a never-ending cycle of what? are you treating me like one of your girl-friends?yes, im a girl of cuz ive a character of a girl. have to face the fact that, you're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117060862417704594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117060862417704594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117060862417704594' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-117007211957046770</id><published>2007-01-29T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:45:03.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>try falling in love, its easytry letting go.. ahh, dunno wad to write. do homework</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117007211957046770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/117007211957046770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#117007211957046770' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-116872378553761543</id><published>2007-01-14T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T06:21:26.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>saying goodbye is never an easy thingbut you never said, that you'd stay foreverso if you must gowell, darling i'll set you freebut i kno in timethat we'll be togetheroh i wont tryto stop you now from leavingcause in my heart i knolove will lead you bacsomeday i juz kno thatlove will lead you bac to my armswhere you belongim sure, sure as stars are shiningone day, you will find me againit wont b </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116872378553761543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116872378553761543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116872378553761543' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-116728211153855505</id><published>2006-12-28T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T13:01:52.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive always want to finish my books. the books i bought are piling up. oh yesterday before i sleep i read marley and me by john grogan, its a book of how a couple take care of a puppy labrador retriever to a giant lab retriever. that makes me miss droopy, he's a beagle mix with dont kno what breed and i think marley really behave like droopy. or rather droopy behaves like marley. hurhur. oh i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116728211153855505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116728211153855505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116728211153855505' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-116611835028679791</id><published>2006-12-15T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T01:45:50.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mmm i need a break from my homework. so i came online. having heart-to-heart talk with julian. it seems like it been very long im having heart-to-heart talk. ohhh jul.. we're now so busy with our own stuffs, when then can we play pool together again? and jen, when then can i see ya beautiful girlfriend that you claimed. jun, lala, boyboy liangmin when is 23rd coming? we got xmas bbq party to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116611835028679791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116611835028679791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116611835028679791' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-116598888665183386</id><published>2006-12-13T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:48:06.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wish i wish i wish ive a girlfriend who can help me run all my errands. like paying my summon, renew my season parking, renew my road tax, pay my monthly installments, pay my handphone bills, pay my school fees. everything ! i dread recieving letters from the postman, because it means i needa go pay my bills or whatsoever things i needa make a trip down there to get the thing done. im lazy you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116598888665183386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116598888665183386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116598888665183386' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-116577367026892660</id><published>2006-12-11T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:01:10.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school suck! i argeed with nora. not that im like when im in my poly life. budden school really suck. esp when there's homework everyday, and when you did not do your last week homework it will lead to never-ending-homework. boy! it really SUCK. and then i realised we only go to school, teacher give us the assignment we need to do and then we just sit there and do it ourselves. what's the point </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116577367026892660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116577367026892660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116577367026892660' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-116569685311685222</id><published>2006-12-10T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T04:40:53.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i want it, i dont have it. but when i dont want it and im better off alone. two came to me. its not a good thing when two came to you. because you cant have the best of two worlds. who should i choose? or rather who do i love? kellis or lirong? everyday, kellis would ask me who i really want? my answer is i dont kno. i really dont kno. perhaps i dont really love both of them? like but not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116569685311685222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116569685311685222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116569685311685222' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-116557034373454876</id><published>2006-12-08T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:32:23.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well well, yesterday celebrated gf's birthday at labyrinth. i surprised her by asking jane, cool, janice to come down to throw a party for her. its supposed to be a surprise!! budden stupid steven greet gf happy birthday for wad! she knew everything when jane n steph came down early. haha im the last to arrive. initially, we drank a lit of martell and stupid kelvin pour 3/4 of martell and 1/4 of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116557034373454876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116557034373454876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116557034373454876' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-116477005683099577</id><published>2006-11-29T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T11:14:16.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive a bunch of idiotic friends in nafa~ they FORCE me to log onto my account and then they blog in my own blog. how niceee.. then typed rubbish there. EXCUSE ME. i dont hav love bites and thanks huh scarlet, fling flung floong is so funny and shihan i kno you miss me scolding you nabei.and not to my surprise today is the most fun day in class. my class is damn bored lah.. until shihan and scarlet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116477005683099577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116477005683099577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116477005683099577' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-116476909818077068</id><published>2006-11-29T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T10:58:18.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wahhhh i think i slim down leh but scarlet say no difference only..KNS.I think i should wake up early and not let shihan give me morning call, na bei.I still think shihan, scarlet and nora are the best classmates and friends so FAR...... I miss them, nora same class so no, alot.since she soo lazy to blog i nora will help her to blog...go chase the person who really want to be with..dun wait long2</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116476909818077068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116476909818077068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116476909818077068' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-116423376261763869</id><published>2006-11-23T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T06:16:02.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok ive the mood to blog now. ohwells, im very sick. again. coughing badly and having running nose. why do i get sick so easily? its the third week and im not purposely dont wanna go school ! why do i get sick so easily man?! haha people said i slim down le.. weeee~ muz emphasize... i slim down le. now whatever i eat immediately i go shit. hoho good digestive system. i think its due to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116423376261763869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116423376261763869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116423376261763869' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-116405034575484631</id><published>2006-11-21T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T03:19:05.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanna blog lah budden ive no mood now lah. quarrelled with you where got the mood. sulks. bye lah. tonight dont wanna play ya sudoku. hmpff.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116405034575484631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116405034575484631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116405034575484631' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-116370760607124988</id><published>2006-11-17T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T04:06:46.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to cube with jul and her girl with a bunch of their friends. ohwells its not really fun. bored i can say. but then its ok lah went there for awhile only. oh man ive been playing playing for this two weeks! skipped school, never do homework and never hand in homework. dead. ok next week onwards i must work hard. but then i need to work also. sighs. and even liangmin told me to not to drink </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116370760607124988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116370760607124988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116370760607124988' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122286.post-116353223960863415</id><published>2006-11-15T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T03:23:59.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you think im happy to be the third party?you think im happy to hide things from everyone?you think i enjoy underground relationship?you think that i wont cry when i see you cryin over the phone infront of me?you think im not sad when i hear you calling him dear dear?you think i really dont wanna tell you how i really feel inside?do you think im not hurt?do you think that im juz playin ya love?you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116353223960863415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122286/posts/default/116353223960863415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrotisgood.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116353223960863415' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811691284555538595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
