<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654</id><updated>2009-12-18T17:04:20.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE, LESS SERIOUS</title><subtitle type='html'>Seriously... Why so serious?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-5114400575891701594</id><published>2009-11-09T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:42:06.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is my 21st birthday, and just like any other birthday I had for the past 6 years, it hasn't been quite like your typical birthday. It's like just one of those ordinary days. My friends don't even notice it, I don't even have a single dime to celebrate, and I can't even treat my special someone to ice cream or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite this though, I am still very much thankful that God has given me another year shot life. Grateful for the year that has passed and for the blessing He has given me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-5114400575891701594?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5114400575891701594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=5114400575891701594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/5114400575891701594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/5114400575891701594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/11/b-day.html' title='B-Day'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-3098747037968718737</id><published>2009-10-13T02:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T02:52:57.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='troubles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for a friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>For My Alter-ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's already 2:30 AM and much to my dismay, I still can't quite force myself to sleep. It has been a really weird evening for me, and much of it came from eating at a very expensive restaurant with my friends. She was there of course, constantly reminding me of her strong presence as she sat beside me all throughout the course of the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe this is the reason why at 2:30 in the morning I'm staring at my laptop, thinking of words to fill the space inside the box of my blog's post creator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps what's bothering me is that she will be going to her hometown for the semester break, or perhaps it's because we have cheer dance practice tomorrow that's why I'm bothered. I am not really sure though, but all I can say is the second one is least likely the reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certain scenes play through my mind as I think of the inevitable, and though how much I try to just shrug them off, they keep repeating themselves, each time in more vivid detail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I am not supposed to be like this, and I've been willing myself real hard not to because I know that things will never turn out quite the way I want it to be. It's a constant struggle, but I know that I can keep it up. I like the way we are now, I like what I'm doing for her and perhaps she appreciates them as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm really not making any sense here, my thoughts are all jumbled up inside my head that I can't seem to organize them to really express what I want, but just can't quite say. I guess it'd be better this way though, thoughts just jumping out of nowhere, freeing my mind of stress and relieving my senses of this heavy, sad feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm already babbling out here, so I guess I'm gonna cut it sort this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope you can post something in response to this soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-3098747037968718737?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3098747037968718737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=3098747037968718737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/3098747037968718737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/3098747037968718737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-my-alter-ego.html' title='For My Alter-ego'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-6065406814592002872</id><published>2009-10-09T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:43:07.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Mend A Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>This isn't original, so for the benefit of those who want to know where I got this article, I got this &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/david.archie.is.love?v=feed&amp;amp;story_fbid=149573661609#/note.php?note_id=151854368362" target="_blank"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put this article here for the purpose of letting my friend read this. I'm sure you know who you are. So I suggest you take the time to read the things listed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a sure-fire way to mend a broken heart but there are definitely things you can to do to make it feel a bit lighter and ready for new love. First, allow yourself to feel what you need to and take all the time in the world to get over the person. For some people it may only take a few weeks to move on and others years. However long it takes, be okay with that. The ideas below are not meant to cover up your loss but rather to help your healing process so you can move on and enjoy being single for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Throw a small party. The fun of letting loose and being surrounded with your close friends can make anyone feel better.&lt;br /&gt;2. Gather everything that reminds you of your past love and put it in a box specifically for this. Then give it to a friend or store it somewhere where you won't see or think about it. When you're ready you can either throw away the box or keep it for memory's sake.&lt;br /&gt;3. Start a new exercise or well-being plan. It never hurts to take time to look good!&lt;br /&gt;4. Start a daily journal, even if it's on your computer. Somewhere everyday take the time to jot down whatever comes to mind. The idea in starting a journal is not to write cleverly or even about anything important. Just write (or type) whatever comes to mind even if your journal starts to look like this: "Went shopping yesterday for a new book oh yea need to e-mail Susan, the flowers on that window sill need watering." The point of your journal is to clear your thoughts. In a few weeks you will be able to read your entries to discover new things and trends about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;5. Join a new interest group. It's never to early too meet new friends and, at least this way, you'll already have one thing in common.&lt;br /&gt;6. Learn something new. Take a foreign language or art course, or buy a how-to computer program.&lt;br /&gt;7. Pick out an inspirational book or movie to read or watch whenever you start feeling down or depressed.&lt;br /&gt;8. Take yourself out on a date, even if it's a night alone watching your favorite programs and eating your favorite foods.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do the things you said you always wanted to do when you were with your partner but somehow never did.&lt;br /&gt;10. Get a new look.&lt;br /&gt;11. Pick up a calendar and fill out the next 3 months with social events you'd like to attend or things you'd like to do. Browse your city's web site or the entertainment section of your local newspaper to find out ideas, dates and times.&lt;br /&gt;12. Spend a "comfy" day. Get out your favorite comfy clothes, pillow, blanket, etc. and just spend the day relaxing doing whatever you want!&lt;br /&gt;13. Get a pet or plant to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;14. Rent a few romantic movies or read a few romance novels to remind yourself that love does still have happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;15. Write a goodbye poem or letter. Then stick it in a bottle and throw it out in the sea or attach it to a helium balloon to be carried away.&lt;br /&gt;16. Do something you wouldn't normally do to celebrate your "singleness."&lt;br /&gt;17. Redecorate your space. Start off by cleaning out everything and throwing away anything you don't use or need anymore. Make a few self-indulgent decorating additions like a few candles, a favorite painting or fresh flowers!&lt;br /&gt;18. Visit a new city. Pick some place you've always wanted to go or some place closer to home to save money.&lt;br /&gt;19. Spend time with your friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-6065406814592002872?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6065406814592002872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=6065406814592002872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/6065406814592002872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/6065406814592002872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-mend-broken-heart.html' title='How To Mend A Broken Heart'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-3476611491997492430</id><published>2009-10-06T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:21:05.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antother Attempt</title><content type='html'>“He’s just a friend! Why do we have to argue about it when he just offered me a ride home? It was raining and I didn’t have an umbrella. What was I supposed to do Pete, walk in the rain?” Tears fall slowly down the girl’s face as she braces herself for another heated argument with her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I understand Jane, but you know how things are today, first you start off as officemates, then you start to hang out, and the next thing you know, you’re out the door without even as much as an explanation.” He is leaning against the wall, face rugged and unshaved, eyes sunken; an indication that last night’s attempt at sleep was unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God, why are you so paranoid?” She’s shouting now, willing to pit her temper against his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Babe, I’m sorry. It’s just that, I can’t stand losing you. You know how I tell you that you’re the one person that understands me. I would have gone nuts a long time ago if it wasn’t for you.” Her plan worked, as always, for a little shout from her would always settle him down. She always used this trick every time they had an argument, and her friends would often tell her that it was her talent, being able to control men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks slowly toward him, and then gently puts her palm on his face. He puts his hand to where hers are, and then with his other hand pulls her closer. He hugs her with all his love, silently wishing time would stop and freeze them like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’d never leave you babe, trust me on that. You’re my only one and I’ll never trade you for another, I promise that.” She whispers in his ear, a promise that was reckless and without sincerity. But he didn’t notice it, not a single hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories like this one come back to him night after night. Pictures of her face race through his mind as he recalls each moment they had together. He still remembers that last argument vividly, as if it happened only yesterday. The look on her face as she was trying to calm him down from being jealous at her officemate, the feel of her skin as they held each other tightly, her voice as she told him she’d never leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a year since the argument happened though; and almost a year since she walked out the door of the apartment they were sharing, trading what they had going for an illicit affair with her officemate/new boyfriend. He never really saw it coming, though most of their friends already did. They’d tell him to watch her closely because she was spending too much time with the guy, but he knew that if he’d question her about it, it would only lead to another argument, the last thing he’d want in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left on the day of their 3rd anniversary. He planned to surprise her by cleaning and setting up the apartment for a cozy, candlelit dinner. After which, he wanted to take her out and propose to her in the park where they’d met. He had everything set up out there, calling up most of his buddies for help as he was about to take a big step in their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough luck though, that it was during this day that she found out that she was 3 weeks pregnant, and he was not the father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-3476611491997492430?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3476611491997492430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=3476611491997492430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/3476611491997492430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/3476611491997492430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/10/antother-attempt.html' title='Antother Attempt'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-5377107282253663256</id><published>2009-10-06T11:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:56:28.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer&apos;s block'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for a friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>An Attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know you've been a fool all this time, trying to impress that ONE GIRL, yet never really living up to her standards. Though you know you have no chance, you're still there in the background, supporting her and doing stuff for her that you wouldn't even do for your own girl. Yes, you do have one, just in case you forgot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite this fact though, you just can't shake the feeling that you have for this ONE GIRL. You feel it is your duty that she experiences happiness, enjoys life, become successful and moreover, find love. You have silently vowed that you will become her own personal knight, always there to protect her, always there to offer your everything, always there to make her feel she's special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You never really ask for anything in return, just seeing her smiling gives you renewed strength to continue what you do. You know you're efforts are futile, you know that ONE GIRL would never realize your worth, but you know as well that you're never gonna get tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just hold on there, stick it out to the end, my friend. Though that ONE GIRL will never see you the way you are, it doesn't really matter, as long as you are happy with what you do and out of it you make another person happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is an attempt at writing for a very special friend. Hang in there man, I'm sure there will be better things to come your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-5377107282253663256?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5377107282253663256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=5377107282253663256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/5377107282253663256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/5377107282253663256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/10/attempt.html' title='An Attempt'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-4449148107731588882</id><published>2009-10-01T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T03:21:12.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer&apos;s block'/><title type='text'>A Little Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's one of those nights when I badly want to write something, but nothing comes out of my head. Do you ever feel like this sometimes? I mean, when you're just lying in bed and not thinking much about writing anything, all sorts of ideas just pop out of your mind. But when you pick up your pen or laptop or anything where you can put those ideas into words, they just disappear without a trace. That's what I have been feeling these past few months. Since the start of the semester, I have never done anything to exercise my writing, and I feel that because of this, my talent is slowly slipping away. That's why I seriously need to practice and practice more, or else this God-given talent would just fade away without me putting it to good use. The question is, can I do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-4449148107731588882?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4449148107731588882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=4449148107731588882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/4449148107731588882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/4449148107731588882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-frustration.html' title='A Little Frustration'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-3459818306755455963</id><published>2009-09-29T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T02:47:12.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>1 pm.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 o'clock this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our defense starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though we've prepared for it already, I'm still really worried. This is the first time I am feeling pressure from speaking in front of other people. I'm usually calm and composed but this defense for our Major subject is really giving me a lot of stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, okay. So I'm being overly SERIOUS here but I mean, this is my future I'm talking about. If I don't pass this subject it's gonna be like another semester of tiresome stress. That's why I seriously have to do good this afternoon. Or rather, me and my group mates should do good this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-3459818306755455963?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3459818306755455963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=3459818306755455963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/3459818306755455963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/3459818306755455963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-6848636696209374378</id><published>2009-09-27T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:03:08.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 More Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come Tuesday, we will have our defense for our System Analysis an Design subject, and it really rattles me out of my nerves just even thinking about it. We've been up to our necks preparing everything from the documentation to our actual running application just for a two-hour presentation to a panel composed of our Dean and 2 instructors from the college. I feel it's going to be an interesting week, I just hope we don't get too caught up in our fears so that we won't choke during the defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-6848636696209374378?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6848636696209374378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=6848636696209374378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/6848636696209374378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/6848636696209374378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-more-days.html' title='2 More Days...'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-5243831010557413021</id><published>2009-09-27T03:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T03:24:31.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overnigthers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That is what I totally need right now, SLEEP! I have been awake since 8:30 am yesterday so in other words, I have been awake for almost 24 hours. I know it's not a very healthy practice, especially for someone like me who's eyes are like, already "broken". I just wish I can rest coz' any more of this and I'm sure my head will be spinning like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really hope we can finish everything soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-5243831010557413021?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5243831010557413021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=5243831010557413021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/5243831010557413021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/5243831010557413021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-5237908410721533839</id><published>2009-09-23T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:10:52.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I am writing this entry, I am also having a problem breathing. It's not with the cold I have, because there seem to be nothing wrong with my nostrils now, but I can't seem to figure out what is causing this. Maybe it's because of all the stress I have been feeling lately, or maybe it's because of all the pressure from our System Analysis and Design subject, who knows? I just wish I wont get sick by next week and the week after that. I seriously need to be alive and kicking by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-5237908410721533839?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5237908410721533839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=5237908410721533839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/5237908410721533839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/5237908410721533839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/trouble-breathing.html' title='Trouble Breathing'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-322598783100967081</id><published>2009-09-23T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:02:59.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half A Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm breathing using one nostril now. This damn cold is really getting to my nerves. I haven't been able to work on my project because this effin' left nostril is driving me insane. How do I cure myself from this really annoying affliction?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-322598783100967081?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/322598783100967081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=322598783100967081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/322598783100967081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/322598783100967081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/half-breath.html' title='Half A Breath'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-4910603403256088799</id><published>2009-09-22T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:38:46.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My blog has already reached one year without me noticing it. That's how preoccupied I was with the other stuff that complicate my already complicated, less than ordinary life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; I wasn't really aware about it until I noticed my archive. I realized then that it had been a year since I started this whole blogging thing. For the most part, I am not pleased with how my blog has progressed. I feel like the last year just went and gone in a breeze with me having nothing much to say about it. But at least, I am still thankful that this blog has reached its first year without me ever thinking of discontinuing it or deleting it completely. I wish I can still last one more year or two. I'll try to update once in a while from now on, no more long intervals. (I hope I can do it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-4910603403256088799?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4910603403256088799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=4910603403256088799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/4910603403256088799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/4910603403256088799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/year-already.html' title='A Year Already?'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-1932685130610887964</id><published>2009-09-22T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:51:09.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amidst All The Hustle And Bustle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been working on a project for our System Analysis and Design subject for quite some time now, and I find it really fun. But although I enjoy doing the coding for the project, sometimes I just want to escape from it all and find a place where I can rest and renew my energy. Thus, I came back here, to my scribble pad, where I can enjoy the freedom of expressing myself and relieve myself of all the stress brought about by the hustle and bustle of my less than ordinary life. I know, I know, I have been living against my motto of a "LIFE LESS SERIOUS" but, it does kinda pay off sometimes. Well, gotta run now, my stomach is grumbling and my order of a well-cooked pork soup is already here. Yum, yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-1932685130610887964?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1932685130610887964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=1932685130610887964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/1932685130610887964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/1932685130610887964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/amidst-all-hustle-and-bustle.html' title='Amidst All The Hustle And Bustle'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-8040880305856736885</id><published>2009-09-21T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:52:38.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Hopping</title><content type='html'>I was visiting my friend's blog when I happened to read this article. I know it's kinda old but hey, i find it really cool, not to mention funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Some Reasons why you should Date a Computer Major&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;by: &lt;a href="http://blog.syariefasbir.co.cc/"&gt;Syarief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I.T.  industry was never affected in the global crisis.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. You know they’ll be up all night long.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. They take virus protection seriously.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4.They’re just like a network, they often go down on you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. They don’t BYTE (but they do NIBBLE a little)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. They may just live up to their homepage.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. If it doesn’t work out, you can always DUMP them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. They can turn off interrupts for private moments.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. There’s never a NULL moment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. They can always reload and restart&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. They are very good and fast with their fingers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. They are experts with the insert button.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. They know how to FETCH and EXECUTE when requested.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. They can push all the right buttons.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. They can be the next Bill Gates…..hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-8040880305856736885?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8040880305856736885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=8040880305856736885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/8040880305856736885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/8040880305856736885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-visiting-my-friends-blog-when-i.html' title='Blog Hopping'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-9045360247209158278</id><published>2009-09-20T17:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:37:10.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Awe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm currently watching the videos of the 2009 UAAP Cheerdance competition, and I must say that they are really (seriously, REALLY) good. Just watching their tosses and tumblings make me wanna head up to the gym and practice. I just hope we can still keep the crown this Buglasan Cheerdance Competition, I really really want to win one more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-9045360247209158278?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9045360247209158278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=9045360247209158278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/9045360247209158278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/9045360247209158278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-awe.html' title='In Awe...'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-7510181051313226334</id><published>2009-09-20T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:32:09.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was contemplating on whether I should post something or not. It's been a while since I last did this, and I'm starting to feel a little hesitation on sharing my thoughts to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-7510181051313226334?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7510181051313226334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=7510181051313226334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/7510181051313226334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/7510181051313226334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-179478925084439173</id><published>2009-07-27T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:26:52.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Curious Case of the Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's one of those days when I find it very hard(almost impossible) to sleep. Something has occured which forced me to rethink my views on certain things in my life, especially those concerning my so-called lovelife. I realize that complications do arise when one has not been really honest. I do not understand why people have to be judgemental, insulting and hardheaded, disregarding all sense of logic just to satisfy their really pathetic thoughts. I've been keeping all my feelings inside of me, and I feel if I do not let it out soon, I would burst. That is why I came back here to my scribble pad, to scribble thoughts, release kept up feelings, and enjoy the freedom of expressing myself without someone ever judging or insulting me. I have been good, I have not done anything that might offend or harm, I have repected and loved, but why doesn't anyone believe this? Why am I being judged for something that I did not do? Does it all have to end like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are just some of the questions running through my mind right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-179478925084439173?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/179478925084439173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=179478925084439173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/179478925084439173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/179478925084439173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/curious-case-of-blues.html' title='A Curious Case of the Blues'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-4411537294827436853</id><published>2009-07-21T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:45:29.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been a while since I last made a post, and I'm feeling a little guilty because it had to take looking at other's blog to encourage me to revive mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lot has happened since I last wrote scribbles on my scribble pad, things both happy yet surreal. Things that would basically go against the message that my blog is trying to convey, a "LIFE, LESS SERIOUS". Perhaps it is natural for a person to suffer pains and heartaches once in a while, and perhaps it is only natural for a person to have different ways of reacting to such sufferings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-4411537294827436853?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4411537294827436853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=4411537294827436853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/4411537294827436853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/4411537294827436853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/heartbreak.html' title='Heartbreak'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-7543035672962459277</id><published>2009-06-08T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:13:17.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After A LONG Silence</title><content type='html'>Finally, I had the time (and the energy) to blog. A lot has happened since my last post. The major highlight of which was that I had a job. It didn't last that long though, because of the dreaded chicken pox virus. It left me with devastating scars all over my already scarred body. No complains though. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-7543035672962459277?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7543035672962459277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=7543035672962459277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/7543035672962459277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/7543035672962459277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-long-silence.html' title='After A LONG Silence'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-1838349928210279845</id><published>2009-03-12T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:52:28.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! This is kinda fun!</title><content type='html'>Making single-line entries are kinda cool. It's like I'm writing at facebook or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-1838349928210279845?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1838349928210279845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=1838349928210279845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/1838349928210279845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/1838349928210279845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-this-is-kinda-fun.html' title='Hey! This is kinda fun!'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-8482814945821530020</id><published>2009-03-12T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:37:58.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection</title><content type='html'>I need to REVIVE my plurk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-8482814945821530020?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8482814945821530020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=8482814945821530020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/8482814945821530020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/8482814945821530020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/resurrection.html' title='Resurrection'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-4115663186155235964</id><published>2009-03-12T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:33:00.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank!</title><content type='html'>This is what would probably best describe what I am thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BLANK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-4115663186155235964?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4115663186155235964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=4115663186155235964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/4115663186155235964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/4115663186155235964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/blank.html' title='Blank!'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-6438412637157652622</id><published>2009-03-12T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:30:38.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Drain?</title><content type='html'>Can't concentrate! Too much is flowing through my head I feel I will burst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! The hell with this tomfoolery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-6438412637157652622?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6438412637157652622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=6438412637157652622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/6438412637157652622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/6438412637157652622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/brain-drain.html' title='Brain Drain?'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-4426267652339949077</id><published>2009-03-12T10:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:46:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations With My Alter-ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Hey Neel, how are you doing?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Crappy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;: "Why is that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "So much has happened in the past months, but most of them only brought sadness."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;: "Care to share those stuff?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "Nah! It would make things more complicated."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;l: "What's it about anyway?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "Ruined friendships, unreciprocated love, school boredom, and how my life freakin' sucks."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;: "I see, but those are just normal for an average college dude,  well at least I think they are."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "I agree. But sometimes they can just be so frustrating."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;: "So do you plan to do anything about it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "Maybe, I don't really know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;: "Before you do anything, think of the consequences of your actions first."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "I suppose..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;: "Isn't this conversation creepy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "Definitely!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;: "People will probably start to think that we're crazy or something."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "Yeah!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;: "But it's kinda fun though."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "Well, I guess..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;: "What's on your mind now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "Classes this afternoon..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;: "What's wrong with having classes this afternoon?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "Nothing... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;: "..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "Seriously! I'm just being paranoid as usual."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;: "You can't fool me you know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "Of course I know! You're me, I'm you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;: "Good! So you can't deny the fact that what's bothering you about having classes is... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "Yeah I know! I know!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;: "Haha! Gotcha!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "Whatever! I'm gonna end this conversation now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;carelessoul&lt;/span&gt;: "Hey wait! You ca-- "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Neel&lt;/span&gt;: "See yah later alter-ego."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-4426267652339949077?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4426267652339949077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=4426267652339949077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/4426267652339949077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/4426267652339949077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversations-with-my-alter-ego.html' title='Conversations With My Alter-ego'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788107190629979654.post-8670916830742881186</id><published>2009-02-18T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:36:07.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night's Drunken Escapade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night a buddy and I decided to drown our troubles with a little alcohol. Much to our dismay, both of us got drunk and started ranting about our problems which I, being drunk as I was, recorded with my phone. As I went home (s0ber of course), I listened to all the things that we said in the recording and I couldn't  help but say to myself, "Yep, we were REALLY drunk." But the good thing about is was that we were able to express our true feelings without any inhibitions whatsoever. Ken, we should do it more often. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5788107190629979654-8670916830742881186?l=carelessoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8670916830742881186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5788107190629979654&amp;postID=8670916830742881186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/8670916830742881186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5788107190629979654/posts/default/8670916830742881186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carelessoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-nights-drunken-escapade.html' title='Last Night&apos;s Drunken Escapade'/><author><name>carelessouL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07967565359613908157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10255381220751822579'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>