<?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-5453751047374085902</id><updated>2011-10-06T08:12:55.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...I'm Only Human...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-1345810502917558681</id><published>2011-01-07T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T06:46:36.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>070111</title><content type='html'>2011! Now only I get to blog about things. I've abandoned you way too long huh, blogger? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is moving so fast. To back track what I've done during the last bit of 2010 - uncountable stories. There was many hold-ups on quite a few of my projects that I couldn't go on holidays with my heart totally in peace. Then there was also company's x'mas party. And I was a pixie! Totally fun. I was then off for 1 week plus - went to Penang with family, went shopping, seeing friends, count down for new year. It took like a snap, and my 1 week plus holiday was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten a really sad news as well - that my boss has resigned, and she'll be leaving soon this year, which shadows me with worry and stress; lost. I'm going to take over all of her jobs - which I'm so blur about. I'm starting to take over now actually... And hopefully by end of this month, I'll get confirmation to be the official AE. 1 of my wish in 2011 I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started back working for 4 days now. Hectic! But fulfilling - I like being busy in some ways. Everyday I go to the office, receiving and sending things out. Sometimes I do work under pressure; I'll just never know what to expect at work. Simply just receiving emails - it could just spoil the day or jam up my brain, freezing there - don't know what to do or what to decide. When am I going to overcome this? Pray hard, learn hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ho ho ho - CNY is on the way! Company has already planned their staffs holidays, even CNY dinner. I can't wait! Also saving up now so that I can go to KL once again to get more stuff. It wasn't enough the last time I went. *excuses you think? Ha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now I'm getting really dry and tired eyes. Shall put this to a full-stop and continue the next time round. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-1345810502917558681?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/1345810502917558681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=1345810502917558681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1345810502917558681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1345810502917558681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2011/01/070111.html' title='070111'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-168817395518572440</id><published>2010-11-26T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T07:28:00.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November To An End.</title><content type='html'>I got my salary already! Which also means, December will be blasting soon. Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales are everywhere now - for Christmas. Ho ho ho! I got plenty to buy, i.e. make-up stuff, Christmas presents for my lovely colleagues, clothes shopping probably end of December in KL, and heels! I spotted one awesome pair at Walk In earlier - will probably get it tomorrow! Hehehe... And also, very soon next weekend, I'll be going for wakeboarding. Feels scary, but at the same time, I can't wait to play. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a very VERY broke month for me on December. Will be going to Penang with family during Christmas some more, not forgetting the Christmas eve countdown that's being planned - hopefully by then, my December salary will be in on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;November flashback. So many have been happening... sudden news from colleagues, many are leaving, my senior especially who has taught me so much and has been helping me out whenever I'm in shit holes. Some wanted to leave but being hold back... Many birthdays were being celebrated in the office, including mine. And then we have completed projects surfacing again - revived. My accounts are never on track as per given schedule with all the delays and many rounds of uncertain decision making and revisions - pfft. Rushing to the office, and from the office to post house, and back again for multiple presentations... Working life is not easy, yet fulfilling. I'm on the high, and sometimes on the low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost lost my best friends too. Over issue that I shouldn't even be pulled in. But I'm so glad that the issue is over, and that my best friends are still by my side, and that's what matters. Fortunately, the evil thick clouds broke up, revealing the ever normal bright shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, I shall come to a full-stop. It's time to call it a day! Love Friday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to re-charge the battery in me. Have a good rainy night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-168817395518572440?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/168817395518572440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=168817395518572440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/168817395518572440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/168817395518572440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-to-end.html' title='November To An End.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-7046548915710311718</id><published>2010-11-16T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T07:01:04.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love November.</title><content type='html'>Hola hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew~ Been working for 3 months plus already. Going into complete 4 months by end of November! See, it's November already. How fast! Time is actually speeding up even more in November as we're moving into end of the year, where we have Christmas eve, Christmas, holiday plans, finishing current projects, moving into new year, new projects and plans. Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, things have been good. Work - good. Not so much of late nights anymore, really grateful about that. Getting warm with colleagues, getting things done smoother. The boy - good. Both of us have been busy with our own things, but still manage to hang out and laze around. Friends - as usual, didn't get to catch up much, sad! Missing them; all groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it. I always love November. Because there are many birthdays in November - people that I know and care about. My own birthday is in November as well. I can't wait to celebrate! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been shopping. Must shop soon too! Either end of this month after getting my pay, or in December. Hehehehe.. wait for me KL! I'm going to you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-7046548915710311718?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/7046548915710311718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=7046548915710311718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7046548915710311718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7046548915710311718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-november.html' title='I Love November.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-7899314084011716881</id><published>2010-10-15T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:23:00.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Moving Forward.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of the scariest day of my life. Filled with guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok. It's ok Karmen. You made a mistake, then get over it. And make sure you don't do it again. It's going to be ok. You'll be ok. Now that you learn, you know. It's ok... forgive yourself in order to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-7899314084011716881?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/7899314084011716881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=7899314084011716881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7899314084011716881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7899314084011716881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/10/only-moving-forward.html' title='Only Moving Forward.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-7147135642443148532</id><published>2010-09-29T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T06:17:08.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building.</title><content type='html'>Everyone is so busy with their lives. It's getting harder to catch up, or to even exchange a few messages. It's extremely hard to get on a date with friends too. It's totally understandable, why this is happening... everyone gets tired at the end of the day. Everyone barely have time for themselves, hence, how on earth would everyone even think of hanging out? Get home, eat, and sleep would be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, it'll be my official 2 months working in SSKL already. How fast huh... I thank God and feel grateful that everything's working fine at work. There are still tonnes to learn, but I'm starting to pick up on things that I've been practicing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this message from Hello! magazine. For zodiac of scorpions. It says something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No matter how fast you learn or how much you learn, you'll not do any better if your base is not stable and strong enough - like the structure of a building. Seek help from the experienced - build your base and then to the way up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-7147135642443148532?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/7147135642443148532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=7147135642443148532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7147135642443148532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7147135642443148532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/09/building.html' title='Building.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-8998257617414486806</id><published>2010-09-11T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T21:34:26.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Monday's-A-Holiday.</title><content type='html'>Supposed to be a holiday for me tomorrow. But well, due to rushy datelines, I gotta go back to office to work anyway. Pfft... How long do I have to stay in office, that's another question. Hopefully will be able to go back early. Like, really early. No one will be in the office, but just my team. Lol. So come on, right after all the meetings, please let me ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-8998257617414486806?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/8998257617414486806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=8998257617414486806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8998257617414486806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8998257617414486806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-mondays-holiday.html' title='No Monday&apos;s-A-Holiday.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-7616408844663116508</id><published>2010-08-30T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:41:54.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Merdeka.</title><content type='html'>Happy Merdeka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before getting to enjoy myself on the day of Merdeka, it was really a painful day the day before today. It was total chaos at work yesterday. Nothing was finalized, even until today. There are still so many things to track and to follow up. Hate the fact that things have to be hanging half way... I'm actually working today too - from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back at the office till super late. I only get to leave the office at 10.30pm. Very much thanks to the meeting that happened at 6pm. Like always, it had to be very draggy. Frustrating. And because the meeting took up dinner time, I had to eat biscuits only for dinner. So pathetic! But thanks mom for buying yummy cookies for me to keep at my desk. Lol. After the meeting, face feeling so oily, body feeling so weak, eyes were burning - I went back out to my desk and continue doing some work. Energy level stroke all the way downwards to 0. Booo... Was rushing all the way to complete my work, then go off. So not fair, everyone in the office left so early, just because it's Merdeka the next day. Me and colleague was the last to go. Not that I mind staying back.. it's just that, we're always the latest to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However. After the tiring day of work, I finally get to enjoy myself. I went to baby's house for DVD! So fun. We dropped by 7-11 to buy chips, then went to his place, made Milo with ice, then eat the chips we bought while watching DVD. It was good. It was still a very nice date, and it helped save a lot. The happening areas were all jammed up anyway, and going out to places takes up lots of our money. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had lunch - Popeyes. Yummy. God, I'm really gonna turn into a fat pig or what. My diet has been so imbalance ever since I start work. Dinner is always biscuit, then I came back for dinner at a very late time, in which dinner consumption tends to be very little due to not having appetite anymore. Late nights... then yesterday the DVD date with baby, I had Mamee at 1am. OH MY GOD!! This is NOT me. NOT my way of eating and dieting! NOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. What more can I do or say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-7616408844663116508?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/7616408844663116508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=7616408844663116508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7616408844663116508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7616408844663116508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-merdeka.html' title='On Merdeka.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-4008247488159961366</id><published>2010-08-23T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T08:10:18.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One word.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goodnight. Have a good night sleep to re-charge for another exciting and fast moving day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-4008247488159961366?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/4008247488159961366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=4008247488159961366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4008247488159961366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4008247488159961366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-more.html' title='What more?'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-2438534515456554644</id><published>2010-08-07T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:04:52.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain+Wind+Thunder+Turnado+Sunshine</title><content type='html'>I started working for one week already, officially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to say, I feel empowered! It's like, my life is moving forward again, from the days where I stoned in Rufffey I.D; from the days where I felt so restless at home doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is good. The place, the people... everything is so familiar to me, as I was working in Saatchi for 3 months as an intern last year. I feel comfortable working there. The little loop side is that, things are very confusing for me now. Sob. Because I just got in, and there are so many other projects going on already (about 20 projects at one time). There are so many new things for me to learn, so many things for me to follow up, so many new systems and information crashing down on me! Gah. And all the emails coming in so fast... all the people in the team where I'm introduced to - who is who? I have no idea men. It's hard because they're not stationed in Malaysia. All those people are situated in Bangkok, Philippine, Singapore, India... go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since day 1, I've been staying back late in the office. The latest I stayed was till 10pm, all because of a stupid email I've to wait and a stupid file that I've to download. But then eventhough things are hectic and I'm so lost, feeling small in the office, I do like what I'm doing. I suppose that's a really good way of handling my job. I actually feel fine having to stay back so late and do work in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleague relations - still trying to grow. The boys are fine, they're fun infact. Lol. But em... the girls in my team, a little weird. But nah, it's nothing. Small matter. Lol. I've been to a few meetings - telecon meetings. And I thought I dislike it so much! Because you're only talking to the rest of the team and the clients via loud speaker, and you know how loud speakers suck. You can't see their expressions, their faces, and their voice are so hard to capture. I had trouble capturing every single word that they say, which every word is crucial and that they count. Gah... Trying my best to cope and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow is a new Monday again! It will be a brand new day, a good start of the week. Oh yeah. Will dress up nicely, setting my head straight up, and walk in the roller coaster plus thunder plus banjee-jump world again. Make all the mistakes I can, as many as possible, suck all in and transform them into knowledge that makes me improve as an AE. Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good week ahead, guys. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-2438534515456554644?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/2438534515456554644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=2438534515456554644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2438534515456554644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2438534515456554644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/08/rainwindthunderturnadosunshine.html' title='Rain+Wind+Thunder+Turnado+Sunshine'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-3632863148786561969</id><published>2010-07-31T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T09:54:56.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inception.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TFRQGKOy3OI/AAAAAAAAA_o/KHqLQ2NyO2s/s1600/inception_406x600_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TFRQGKOy3OI/AAAAAAAAA_o/KHqLQ2NyO2s/s320/inception_406x600_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500109111682063586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hm. It's hard to review this particular movie. Well, can somebody, just anyone - anyone smart and clear enough, explain the whole movie to me again? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt. The movie is freaking hell awesome. The idea of the movie - dream within a dream within a dream; reality and imagination; designing and architecture a dream. Men, the idea of the movie is damn hot! The effects and stuff. I, no doubt, love the movie. It's just that, the terms that they use, the dialogues, they lead me to some lost land. I was so lost while watching it, but at the same time, so indulged in it. And as the characters sleep themselves into a dream after another, it gets even more complicating. But the purpose is there... you will be able to see it. Haha... I wanna watch it again! To fully understand the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. I watched it with baby. Hm. Spent some really good quality time together for a Saturday. Will be seeing him again tomorrow, and we're gonna go somewhere for shopping. Sales! I need to get a pair of covered-toe heels. Saw one pair that I like from Oprah earlier before movie, but the one side of the shoe has stains. So, I pass, eventhough it's cheap. Then spotted another pair, which is pretty perfect, but the price is a little high. I guess I can find cheaper ones, just as pretty perfect as that... but well, if I can't, that will probably be the one I would get. Depending on it's availability, because when I inquire, it was again, the last pair. It's always like that! Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swoosh. So fast! It's 1st of August already. Tomorrow will be a Sunday that I wanna enjoy completely before work. I'm glad I'll be spending the day with baby... all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-3632863148786561969?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/3632863148786561969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=3632863148786561969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3632863148786561969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3632863148786561969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/07/inception.html' title='Inception.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/TFRQGKOy3OI/AAAAAAAAA_o/KHqLQ2NyO2s/s72-c/inception_406x600_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-8747260135900373031</id><published>2010-07-27T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:46:27.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For You, The Canberraians.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TE-sJeIHt1I/AAAAAAAAA_g/1vKA5-5Kixw/s1600/IMG_5036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TE-sJeIHt1I/AAAAAAAAA_g/1vKA5-5Kixw/s320/IMG_5036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498802948748588882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was the last farewell dinner for the IAA's. 4 more days that are still counting, the above dearies will be leaving Malaysia to Canberra, Australia, to further their studies in advertising. Except for Vern - the one sitting in front. But ah, he said he's the representation of Jasper. So yea. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farewell dinner was held at Bianco, Tropics Shopping Centre. It was quite a nice place, and the food was very nice too! We had buffet style, all Italian food like pasta, pizzas, pumpkin soup... it was really delicious. And oh, the organizer invited two of our lecturers too - Meng Yoe, and Joanna. Awesome. Great to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended quite early though. Barely 10.30pm, the dinner has ended. But we stayed over a little longer to discuss the second part of the night. After a long and draggy discussion, I end up not going because as it has always been, they decided to go for beer AGAIN. So yea, I'm currently sick of alcohol, and I wanna prevent nagging from the parents for going home so late, plus I wanna save money. So I went back home with Keith and Cal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, below are my individual snapshots with the Canberraians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TE-r_0pEQwI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/uzg6618HxXM/s1600/IMG_5001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TE-r_0pEQwI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/uzg6618HxXM/s320/IMG_5001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498802782993662722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TE-rxn6R3jI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/bvMlKSdOoyc/s1600/IMG_5027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TE-rxn6R3jI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/bvMlKSdOoyc/s320/IMG_5027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498802539058028082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mature Calvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TE-q82OT1_I/AAAAAAAAA_A/GAtjvYRd45w/s1600/IMG_5029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TE-q82OT1_I/AAAAAAAAA_A/GAtjvYRd45w/s320/IMG_5029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498801632367073266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rocker Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TE-q13HHw7I/AAAAAAAAA-4/T5_AS0z7aAw/s1600/IMG_5032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TE-q13HHw7I/AAAAAAAAA-4/T5_AS0z7aAw/s320/IMG_5032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498801512346272690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ducky dear Dwayne. I will really miss you! My 4 years long friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-8747260135900373031?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/8747260135900373031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=8747260135900373031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8747260135900373031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8747260135900373031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-you-canberraians.html' title='For You, The Canberraians.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/TE-sJeIHt1I/AAAAAAAAA_g/1vKA5-5Kixw/s72-c/IMG_5036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-1189078858703017051</id><published>2010-07-24T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:13:44.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recharging.</title><content type='html'>Friday was the last day of my part-time sales promoting job at Rufffey I.D. Kind of miss working there, and also the other weird/funny promoters. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Taiping. It was a very random and sudden trip back to visit the relatives. As usual, it was boring, humid - the electricity was cut off in the middle of the night, gah. We had to wait for the electricity to come back in order to go to bed. But this time, we get to visit the new hotel - Flemington Hotel. We had both lunch and dinner there. It was nice! Plus, it's damn cheap. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm currently taking a week off. Then I'll start work officially at Saatchi on 2nd August. Gasp. Scarily exciting and nerve-racking! Will appreciate my time so well... Should I go shopping? Hm.. still thinking about it, in deep dilemma. Pfft. It's like, I got my pay already, and I wanna reward myself a little by buying some things. But at the same time, I wanna save up, don't wanna waste money. I don't know what I wanna buy; just feel like getting something. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-1189078858703017051?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/1189078858703017051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=1189078858703017051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1189078858703017051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1189078858703017051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/07/recharging.html' title='Recharging.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-2949451555885440182</id><published>2010-07-18T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:12:40.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IACT Convocation 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TEMhwcwdclI/AAAAAAAAA-w/YBodEGYsb3s/s1600/IMG_4952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TEMhwcwdclI/AAAAAAAAA-w/YBodEGYsb3s/s320/IMG_4952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495273086559023698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;17th July 2010, I officially graduated at One World Hotel - The IACT Convocation 2010. Woohoo! After a 2 and a half hardcore years wandering around IACT; all the ups and downs, left and right; crashing and burning; joy and memories; they all were rounded up and came to an end. My college life is over, then a new journey begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so grown-up already. No more books, notes, assignments... I'm an adult that is gonna face the real world, practically 1 more week away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started at 8am, and that's actually a rehearsal for all the graduates. We had to try on our gowns, our seats, numbering, queue to receive our certificates... then the exact ceremony started at 9.30am. The graduation ceremony was no doubt, a blast. Eventhough my parents didn't make it, I still felt gracious and simply happy. Seeing friends, chatting, laughing, mingling, we graduate together - awesome! I couldn't be happier. It felt so good to dress up so nicely to the ceremony. Everyone was neatly suit up in their formal attires; leather shoes, jackets, ties, heels, make-up - we were all pretty. Lol. Then we had to put on the gown. That was funny! I was being called a garbage bag because the gown was so huge! Hahaha.. and it's heavy. Pfft. So tiring wearing it, our bodies were all stiff in the gown. But it was so fun to wear it, all of a sudden, we were like in the Harry Potter movie, walking around with the big gown. Some speaking in the Hogwards' accent, the magic broom, spells - hardcore jokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many speeches given by the VIP's, it was time for the graduates to get on stage to receive our certificates. It was kind of nerve-racking! While lining up, I felt so jolly inside, I got even more jolly and nervous when it was my turn to get on stage. It was very quick though, like a few seconds thing - step up, shake hands and take the certificates, pose for the photographers, then go. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended around 1pm. After the ceremony, everyone was back to mingling. Many catching up and photo-taking. Oh, I forgotten to mention that the refreshment that they served was actually quite nice! I mean, it's ok to pay that RM120 for the convocation after all. The hotel's grand and up to standard... yea, it was all perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TEMhPOjvTxI/AAAAAAAAA-o/kwavs8UwV7k/s1600/37692_1441858578891_1605871880_31085013_1037677_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TEMhPOjvTxI/AAAAAAAAA-o/kwavs8UwV7k/s320/37692_1441858578891_1605871880_31085013_1037677_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495272515811888914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a group picture, but not a perfect one, because it's only a few of us. I'm still waiting for more pictures to be uploaded so that I can grab them. Would upload it soon! However, you can always check out all the photos in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. After the ceremony, we went for a drink at OU to catch up with each other. Then we planned to celebrate our graduation once more, so we headed down to Bangsar South City at midnight. Gosh, as usual - the alcohol. Hm. It burnt my wallet, and it made me so tipsy. So tipsy I felt so sick and suffering this morning when I woke up. I don't wanna drink anymore! Just thinking of the smell of alcohol can make me sick already.  *vomit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I shall stop here. Let the memories fill me in again. Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-2949451555885440182?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/2949451555885440182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=2949451555885440182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2949451555885440182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2949451555885440182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/07/iact-convocation-2010.html' title='IACT Convocation 2010!'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/TEMhwcwdclI/AAAAAAAAA-w/YBodEGYsb3s/s72-c/IMG_4952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-6431782774277336204</id><published>2010-07-11T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T09:22:27.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twilight Saga: Eclipse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TDnsUe4DjvI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/nZow-Gobtuk/s1600/the-twilight-saga-eclipse-official-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TDnsUe4DjvI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/nZow-Gobtuk/s320/the-twilight-saga-eclipse-official-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492681057184747250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've watched it. Not too late eh? It's only the 11th today. Hehe.. Oh well, I'm gonna be really direct and short here. The movie is CORNY. Oh my god. It's really lovey dovey; all over the place, infact. Between Edward and Bella; Bella and Jacob; between Edward, Bella, and Jacob - go figure. The lovey scenes were so sweet they made my heart itch a little. It's not a bad thing, just that... this feeling I got while seeing them so close. They were just too sweet, the romance setting filled almost the whole of the movie and the cinema; my heart. The killing scenes made me laugh. Lol. It looks so funny when the vampires break apart like glass when they get hit and killed. Hm. But there's one thing for sure - Bella is so damn lost! She's too clingy, but not as clingy as she was in New Moon. But still... she kissed both Edward AND Jacob. I mean, babe, you gotta decide, you know? Lol. The movie was so predictable because I already read the storybook. So it was more of a flashback of what's gonna happen. Despite knowing how the story's gonna go, the too-much-romance, I still like the movie. As usual, I love the setting of Twilight - the cold, icy, dark setting. Also, the unusual songs that the movie plays where you never heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, I actually noticed one thing. Edward - he looks better in Eclipse. I don't know how on earth I find that, but yea... he does look better. In scenes where he's calm, simply just talking to Bella, he looks so smooth; and well, simple. Which I find it nice. Maybe he has been maturing physically. The previous Twilight Saga episodes, Edward looked like nothing but a super pale drug addict. Tsk. Bella looks prettier and prettier. LOVE her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna catch Despicable Me, if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. Back to work tomorrow. Sleep tight people. Hopefully, it'll be a good week again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-6431782774277336204?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/6431782774277336204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=6431782774277336204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6431782774277336204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6431782774277336204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/07/twilight-saga-eclipse.html' title='The Twilight Saga: Eclipse.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/TDnsUe4DjvI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/nZow-Gobtuk/s72-c/the-twilight-saga-eclipse-official-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-7733525425064913236</id><published>2010-07-10T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:31:34.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breather.</title><content type='html'>After a long week, I finally get to recharge myself today. As usual, I hang out with baby at his place, then we went dinner at Piccadilly's with my family. Quite a self-relaxing day...hmm. Will be watching movie tomorrow - excited! It feels so long of not going to the cinema. And yea, I'm kind'a broke; don't wanna talk about it! I only know that the piece of formal shirt I bought is worth. Lol. Till then I guess. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-7733525425064913236?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/7733525425064913236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=7733525425064913236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7733525425064913236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7733525425064913236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/07/breather.html' title='Breather.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-6014005535969735636</id><published>2010-07-03T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:19:27.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quickie.</title><content type='html'>After working for as long as 2 weeks, I find myself not liking to work at that retail, in an employee's perspective. The retail has really freaking weird policies. It makes no relevance at all... especially this policy regarding employees' monthly salary. They'll only issue out last month's pay on this month's 18th to 20th. What the hell. After working a month, but you don't get your salary right at the end of that month, but the mid of next month. Pfft... I so need to spend some money men. And IACT convocation is coming really soon! I need a really nice formal wear. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling all itchy - I need to do some shopping. Sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I really can't wait any longer to watch Despicable Me, and of course, super duper wooper MUST-WATCH - The Twilight Saga: Eclipse! Gasp. Both movies will be out the same day, 8th July! Hmm mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... that's all for now, I guess. Lol. Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-6014005535969735636?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/6014005535969735636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=6014005535969735636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6014005535969735636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6014005535969735636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/07/quickie.html' title='A Quickie.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-393868028874624640</id><published>2010-06-25T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:40:56.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things So Far.</title><content type='html'>Hey blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week passed. I've been busy! Because I'm actually working at OU - Rufffey I.D every Mondays to Fridays. It's only my first week so far, and things have been fine. I'm getting used to the retail, the way the business goes, and I think I'm actually doing quite well because I always get sales coming in from the customers I served. Lol! The only thing is that my legs have been extremely painful everyday as the promoters are required to stand during working hours. No sitting at all! God. Standing for 9 hours everyday... pfft. But I'm also already getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I've gotten call from Saatchi &amp;amp; Saatchi. My mentor has already gotten me a place to work as a permanent staff. The pay is quite good! Plus together with a permanent staff's benefits like insurance, petrol, parking fee...etc. I'm already half way through Saatchi &amp;amp; Saatchi, so I'll be having one more interview with the director soon to 100% get the job. I'm really so excited about it! The official job will start on August. So at Rufffey I.D, I'll be resigning end of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I notice that Michael Jackson has already passed on for as long as 1 year, 25th yesterday, which was also me and baby being together for 2 years and 1 month. Look at just how fast time flies... when I heard Jackson's songs on the radio yesterday while driving to work, hell I couldn't believe it's been 1 year already, as I still thought that it's been just a few month; half a year. Hm. And what have I achieved? Erm. A job at OU, I guess? Hehe. And also my graduation as a diploma holder in advertising. As well as an upcoming job at Saatchi &amp;amp; Saatchi. My final exam results is out too... and well, sigh. I didn't do so well. But whatever, it's still distinction, I hope. And I'll still get my certificate; most importantly I already have a job waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm just thinking about the money, now that I'm working. Lol. This new chapter is starting to run! And it's been running well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-393868028874624640?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/393868028874624640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=393868028874624640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/393868028874624640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/393868028874624640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-so-far.html' title='Things So Far.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-16024120417826590</id><published>2010-06-17T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:22:36.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Date Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>Mom says something is wrong with me, all because I "always" go out and come back home late. ALWAYS. I wonder what is her definition of always. Only in this week, I only came home late like, about 3 times? But to her, it's always, and that proves that something is wrong with me. Pfft... how weird. I got that from a note that was stick on my cupboard when I got home yesterday night - 2.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way! Hm. Yesterday was so fun. At night, I was so bored at home I thought I was gonna go crazy. Then I got an sms from baby. He was also thinking about the same thing like I did - to hang out with each other! Lol. So we discuss and discuss, we finally decided to go out for a late movie. We went to The Curve, watched The A-Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TBoDcOW90rI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/j-yq4GHBAvg/s1600/a_team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TBoDcOW90rI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/j-yq4GHBAvg/s320/a_team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483699279702643378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The A-Team was hell of a funny movie! I have to say I love it a lot. It was full of actions, and damn funny at the same time. I thought all the 4 members of A-Team are very strong characters too - they're all hot! Only thing is that, the cinema was so freaking noisy. A lot of freaks were high or something, making so much noise in the cinema; cheering for the movie; laughing too loud; attention seekers, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Back to our night out. I had a really great time with baby... it's been so long since we last go out like that at night, doing our own things. Because the movie was a 11.50pm show, we still had plenty of time before the movie starts. So we walked out a little further from The Curve to some mamak near the neighborhood to kill time. We had shisha! I kind'a like it after I tried it at a friend's place while we swim. It was nice. So baby and I then thought of doing it together. But agh, the shisha we had, the flavour wasn't that nice... infact, it made me feeling so sick. Felt like puking, feeling dizzy. Totally ruined my mood for everything. But it's not just the shisha alone apparently - I sucked in too much at one time. Yea... hehe. But I got better as we go along with the movie. The date was perfect. But it would be extra perfect without the shisha. I don't like shisha now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than going out, and having the rush to go out all the time, I haven't do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with baby. Look how far we've come... and things have been really great now. I also realize, having a partner doesn't mean you've to have him near you all the time. Lesser communication is sometimes the best medicine in pulling each other closer. And happier. But we've been seeing each other pretty often lately. Don't know why. Too needy for each other? Ha. Plus, I'm just really free lately... maybe that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, will go to the mall tomorrow to look for a part time job. I don't know why, but I've a very good feeling that I'll get a job right away, and that I'll start work next Monday. But whatever the cost, I must get a job and start work next week. I don't wanna be so reckless anymore! Can't stand myself. I'm also looking forward to my convocation; take my diploma cert and graduate officially; then sign up at Saatchi &amp;amp; Saatchi to be an official employee in the advertising business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story 3 - Sigh. No more watching I guess. Maybe next week.&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday - On!&lt;br /&gt;Work work work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still staying tuned? Ciao.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-16024120417826590?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/16024120417826590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=16024120417826590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/16024120417826590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/16024120417826590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/06/date-yesterday.html' title='A Date Yesterday.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/TBoDcOW90rI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/j-yq4GHBAvg/s72-c/a_team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-2081024157611683771</id><published>2010-06-13T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:17:48.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hereby, some reports.</title><content type='html'>Yohoooo... So, I went down to KL - Sungai Wang, with May Yan last Saturday. And well, I've to say it's quite a worthy trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a bag, finally. Something similar to the one I'm having now, but much more funky - as in the color of the bag. It's navy blue! But the bag design is really really simple. Hm. And it only costs RM24.70! How cheap can it get eh? It's a good deal. Other than that, I also got myself a casual button-up dress. It's denim like, but the cloth material is not denim (if you get what I mean). I bought that out of spontaneity. It was hanging there... and you know, I spotted it, and I thought it'll definitely fit me... think and think a bit... it's only RM25. How cheap can it get some more? So yea, I decided to buy it. May Yan bought the same thing like mine! Only a different denim blue... pfft. Saw many denim boyfriend tops as well, that I really wanted to own one, but I  passed. Too expansive. Next time, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only bought those 2 items. No more buying!! Argh. My wallet is so damn broke, with so many holes - paralyzed. Almost dead. I should really get a part time soon. But ah, thinking back the day I shop there. After buying my navy blue bag, then we walked around the mall some more. Until we stopped by this shop, and I felt so pissed and stupid. I saw this bloody cool bag - very nice quality, rugged, black and brown, and it's only hell RM60. It's so damn worth it! The quality is really good. The design is so great. When I saw the bag, I had this rush of buying it, I couldn't help it. But well, the angel won - I already bought a bag, and there's no way I should spend on redundant items. Sigh. Then I walked away from the bag... not just that particular bag, but the shop had many other bags with similar designs and quality, all for RM60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday today. Will be home the whole day. So is Tuesday, Wednesday... Thursday, Toy Story 3 will be out! I so wanna watch it. Might grab my sister to go watch with me, as she wants to watch it also, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story 3 - as mentioned, might watch it by this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Food Hunting Trip at Malacca - a definite no. So damn broke already.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - a very special moment and a special day... I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Job hunt - ha, next Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, buddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-2081024157611683771?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/2081024157611683771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=2081024157611683771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2081024157611683771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2081024157611683771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/06/hereby-some-reports.html' title='Hereby, some reports.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-3427889986255892254</id><published>2010-06-10T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:43:09.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shreky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TBCUyulLOlI/AAAAAAAAA-A/uMnXjbifH4w/s1600/shrek-forever-after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/TBCUyulLOlI/AAAAAAAAA-A/uMnXjbifH4w/s320/shrek-forever-after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481044345728219730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay! So I've finally watched Shrek! With my sister yesterday at OU. It was a Wednesday, but the cinema was still so pack. Helloo.. it's a weekday! I couldn't believe the amount of people in the mall that were taking up my space for the movie.. But thank God it was RM7 per ticket.. eventhough I sat really close to the screen, it's considered worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was Shrek? It was good. As usual. It's always so funny, so cute, so entertaining. And there's something about the songs that they play in the movie - they're oldies, which I really like. Only thing is, the movie has always been very predictable. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from college not too long ago. Classmates had the Visual Comm. presentation, so I went there and have a look, plus hanging around a bit to kill time. Very interesting presentation! Looks like a really interesting and fun subject... but the workload, of course - I don't wanna imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I don't know what to do now. I've been watching The L Word, and I'm getting SO BORED of it! My god. They've nothing more to do but to have sex, make out, have sex, and make out, and have sex again. Sigh. And what else? Cheating on each other all the time. Arguing over shitty things, then cheat on each other again. Liking someone else so fast, even when they're already so in love with their partner. What on earth... Throughout the whole 6 seasons, they're all like THAT. I want Gossip Girl. Anyone has the complete Season 3 and that you can give it to me?? Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get a part time job soon. End of June.. I guess. I need money. I wanna make use of my holiday to make some money, before the work-for-life chapter comes in on September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;Shopping at KL - A must!! I need a bag!&lt;br /&gt;Food Hunting in Malacaa - Nah... might do something else.&lt;br /&gt;Babes gathering on 18th - Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Job hunt - =/ - $$$$ - =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-3427889986255892254?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/3427889986255892254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=3427889986255892254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3427889986255892254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3427889986255892254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/06/shreky.html' title='Shreky!'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/TBCUyulLOlI/AAAAAAAAA-A/uMnXjbifH4w/s72-c/shrek-forever-after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-3648801150367271217</id><published>2010-06-07T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T05:38:14.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing Journey.</title><content type='html'>Holiday holiday! Am sailing through my holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp! It's already June men. Time flies! As always. And what have I done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I haven't been doing much. But there were something. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I missed Mandy's birthday. Am sorry Mandy! If you're reading this. I missed it because I went to Genting for a 2-days-1-night trip with my college mates. Went there by bus - a 4.30pm bus. So we reached there pretty late. After checking in the hotel and stuff, it was already later than 6pm. It was an ok trip. But I tried something new - motion master. It was just ok though. I mean, it was quite an experience, but ugh, damn dizzy! I thought I would puke. Then we spent the night playing some silly games, and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed time - worst night ever! There were some problem that none of us could identify. It could be the room, the food, the weather, or simply us - we all couldn't sleep at all for the whole night. We were so awake. There were lots of sounds. And some pranks being made here and there! We ended up talking and playing around in the middle of the night, until 5am, we then decided to try to fall asleep. Well yea, I did fall asleep. But after awhile, I got "something" sitting on me. Yea.. and I was awake again. It was nothing. I knew what was happening to me...I didn't freak out, but I scared my roommates! Gah. Then after settling down, we all got a bit of sleep.. JUST A BIT. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning was damn tiring. After on and on dragging, we all got home around evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Genting trip, I went shopping, where I decided to spend some time with my long lost friend - Kah Mun dear. She changed so much! So mature already. Such a big girl. Still remembering she is younger than me by 1 year, and she used to be so baby in high school. It was really nice to see her that day, not forgetting I got new eyeshadow shades, which I kind'a regret buying it - not the exact color I wanted! Still trying to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, way before the Genting trip, I also went to Sanctuary with my babes. It was an awesome night! Had uncountable fun with them. Had nice food at Full House, nice liquor and beer. Had a little hang over, but it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times aside. A few of the babes and I got the chance to visit S.Peng's newborn baby too! It's a baby boy, very very young... Looking at the baby boy, my friend who gave birth, as well as her husband - they're all so young still. I can't help but keep wondering what would their future be like; how would the parents bring up the baby; how would the baby look like in few years time; all in all, I wish the new and young family all the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mean time, I got a chance to spend time together with baby's family. It's been so long. We had dinner together, and we spend the night till later than usual at a lounge in Holiday Villa. We grew together with the night having supper at Paramount... remembering baby and I drinking together, listening to music with his parents together - it was a very nice get-together once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apart from baby's family, I'm of course spending lots of time with the folks. Just today, we went to Sushi Tei in Tropicana City Mall for lunch. It was really good! Had really nice and satisfying lunch. We also made a trip to OU after that to get the new sushi-like doughnut from Big Apple. If I'm not mistaken, it's called the "donashi" - freaking cute! I love them, especially the donashi with green tea base plus orange balls on top as "ebiko". Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time at home feels good too. Other than the TV and the internet, I spend most of my time on The L Word. Whilst discovering new songs from time to time, I've mastered the guitar tabs of "The Only Exception" by Hailey Williams from Paramore - a nice song. I can play, and I thought I can sing that song quite well. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To watch Shrek Forever After - A sure thing this Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping at KL - Also a sure thing! It must be a sure thing.&lt;br /&gt;Food hunting in Malacca - maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned. If you want to.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-3648801150367271217?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/3648801150367271217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=3648801150367271217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3648801150367271217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3648801150367271217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/06/sailing-journey.html' title='Sailing Journey.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-8170536199037275822</id><published>2010-05-21T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T06:08:01.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Towards The End.</title><content type='html'>2 papers down. Finished my final group presentation today. It was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 1 more paper to go next week, and I'm done! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for all to end. Can't wait for my chilling days... can't wait for the plans. Yoohoo..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-8170536199037275822?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/8170536199037275822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=8170536199037275822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8170536199037275822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8170536199037275822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/05/towards-end.html' title='Towards The End.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-7684138230885880452</id><published>2010-05-08T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T09:16:01.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circles.</title><content type='html'>I'm glad the event is finally over. Every bit of it. It's all done, and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew... really a big relief, I've to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. Throughout this whole semester, I discovered some really weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just being too sensitive... but I don't know. After all, I just don't belong to some place. Some circles that are available, or that I'm being surrounded by. I find things so cliche these days. People are often being fake. For example, you obviously dislike a person, but you still act friendly and chatty with that person whom you dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to talk about how people do things, and what crappy things they've been doing. But the fact is, they themselves - the ones who're talking about other people, are also doing the exact same thing where he or she talks about on the person whom, all these while, being as crappy as he or she is being said. They tend to forget about the "mirror self" principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it feels as though you're a close friend to a group of people. But when fun things come in, do you really get a share of it also? Or simply certain topics that they tell and not tell you about, it feels as though there's a solid wall in between. Like you're somehow not through to them; not through to what they share with you. For example, he or she can be so crazy and out-about with his or her friends. But when he or she faces you, things become a little formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those circle of people... it feels as though you join in just for the sake of socializing. For the sake of getting involved. For the sake of getting a fair share of stuff to play or to talk about. When the fact is, with them, you are sometimes not the real you. Not that you become superficial, but your true personality can't seem to outdo them. Or at least, to be at the same level. Hence, you feel as though you're someone where nobody notice even when you pass them by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling reserved, and then they will come up to you and pasture you to go for some party crashing or beer fest. Now that you get there, yes, you will definitely have fun. But sometimes, occasionally, you find yourself not really able to enjoy totally at the party, particularly with the people that are at the party. It's occasional... The best thing is, you found happening pictures posted up around pages and corners, the "closest" are in there, and then you will wonder - "Oh, ok. I didn't know about this. Not even from you/some of you/you guys." But when you have something interesting on, you would often think of putting them on the main list first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things like this occur, from where the problem comes from can be very subjective, I suppose. Depends on how you view it. Depends on how you interpret it. Depends on how you take and feel about it. All I know is, people should be who they are when they are around people. I want to be myself, whenever, and wherever I am. So what if I'm not that crazy? So what if I'm not as loud as you? So what if I'm not as funny as you? So what if I'm not as clingy as some bitch who wants all the attention? So what if I'm silent? So what if I don't get the group to talk? Why not you take all the lights then, what's wrong with that? Just because I'm not all of the above, that means there must be a wall in between?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say, the first is always the best. I believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the very first circle you got attached to is the circle where you really belong. You always feel the most comfortable in that circle. You can always be yourself in that circle. You never have to fake...never have to laugh at things that are not even funny...never have to do things that you don't normally do when you're in that circle. You can show your ugliest side, for instance, without putting on make-up - that circle of people still look at you the same without giving whatever comments about you're bare skin. That first circle of people will always put you in their heart, regardless, and you'll definitely be invited to just any occasion. No matter how bad the party suck, as long as you're attending with that circle of people, you will find yourself enjoying to the max. We do very simple things together. They know you. They confront you about everything - there's no wall in between. And we do tell each other sometimes that we love each other, and that we really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad and thankful that I have that circle of people with me, since years ago. And I believe we can stay like how we are now till we get old. I want it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-7684138230885880452?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/7684138230885880452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=7684138230885880452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7684138230885880452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7684138230885880452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/05/circles.html' title='Circles.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-5490815662457264169</id><published>2010-05-04T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:43:27.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans ahead.</title><content type='html'>Exams are around the corner. It's only 2 weeks away! Gosh. Hate the revision process... afraid of it, infact. So before any of those crash my days, I wanna do as much as possible in having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few plans lined up already, actually. We were so crazy we planned to do so many activities together before and after exams. Like shopping, exploring yummy food, swimming, archery, playing kites, Sunway Lagoon, a vacation, staying over a friend's place and play cooking... wow! How exciting?? At the same time, these plans make my heart sank a little. It only shows how quick it is that we're all gonna part ways - some to Australia, some local, some to degree levels, some to work... will miss my college life so damn much. But just recently, I've gotten a few calls from my past internship agency. They've been looking for AE's desperately, and I'm chosen. They sounded really pushy. It scares me men! I'm so not ready. Can I just close my eyes and simply walk my way to enjoying my last bit of college life first?? Come on, give me a break men..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Now that I'm so close to exams, this Saturday will be the last bit of the event I'm doing for Corporate Comm. subject. It will be the event at the zoo, with all the orphans playing games that the crew had planned. It'll be a very LONG day. Plus the exhaustion. And yea, thanks to this stupid event, I might not be able to go to the Sepang Circuit to watch car racing. What the hell! This is total crap. Baby wanted to bring me with him to watch the race, and the entrance is only freaking RM10. And the race is at night. How awesome is that?! I've always wanted to go to the circuit and look at the race, because it is a damn hot and interesting thing to do. Now that I've the chance to, the event will have to throw that dream of mine away. Sigh.. It's not that I can't make it, I can actually. But well, might have some other stuff holding me back after the event, like maybe, class dinner? Sob. Really hope I can go right after the event, then I'll be able to make it for the race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon, May will come to an end. How fast is that huh... I wanna do so many things. But only if time allows. It's always going forward so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've no class. But I'm home, going online only. It feels like wasting time, but where can I go? Money is also an issue. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-5490815662457264169?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/5490815662457264169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=5490815662457264169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/5490815662457264169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/5490815662457264169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/05/plans-ahead.html' title='Plans ahead.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-2495548938649536260</id><published>2010-04-30T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:39:41.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ip Man 2!</title><content type='html'>Right after class, I went to Tropicana City mall with both Maine and Danny to shop for white t-shirts for the orphans to wear during the day of event at the zoo. So after shopping, we decided to watch movie, our of spontaneity. And we decided to watch Ip Man 2! Yoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S9rTb4quVXI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JwVEsGCWYbE/s1600/Ipman-moviepix-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S9rTb4quVXI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JwVEsGCWYbE/s320/Ipman-moviepix-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465913573789029746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm totally satisfied with this movie, just like how satisfied I was after watching the first Ip Man. However, Ip Man 2 is a little simple, compared to the first episode, in storyline wise. The history of China being overtaken by the Japanese or British is not being described too much in this one. Which is also fine, I personally think. The kung fu choreography is still as awesome! My god. Look at all those skills, the punches, and the kickings... all bloody breathtaking. And thrilling! Some people in the cinema was so into the fighting match they actually clapped hands when Ip Man won the match - in the movie. It's not even live! Imagine if the match was live. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S9rRYGjo3JI/AAAAAAAAA9g/dkrJ_2McaqE/s1600/ipman5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S9rRYGjo3JI/AAAAAAAAA9g/dkrJ_2McaqE/s320/ipman5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465911309774675090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S9rSVFqzLLI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Q9WRG42U1nk/s1600/Ipman-moviepix-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And as usual, Donnie Yen has always been good. I love watching his movies! All of them. I also have to say that, Donnie Yen is the mature-handsome man. He's so attractive in all good ways. In the movie, or in person. Yippee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch it men! What you waiting for? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-2495548938649536260?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/2495548938649536260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=2495548938649536260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2495548938649536260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2495548938649536260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/04/right-after-class-i-went-to-tropicana.html' title='Ip Man 2!'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/S9rTb4quVXI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JwVEsGCWYbE/s72-c/Ipman-moviepix-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-325658116617317273</id><published>2010-04-28T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T04:41:11.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sick Post.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick again.. bad flu, sore throat, headache, and slight fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a blast yesterday night going out with the old bunch of buddies. Had yummy and expansive dinner at The Garden's. Then after dinner, we went to The Library for a drink. I had quite a lot of liquor, and I guess that contributed to my worsen sore throat. Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Now, I'm much more free, because all my assignments are done. I only left one more final group assignment, and the event at the zoo, which I've nothing much to do or prepare for the day itself. So basically, I can chill at home everyday I get home from college. Wee! But very soon, I'll have to study for exams. Hate that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. I did the interview for KFC-Snax already. It was great, quite an experience actually. It was simple though - just taking pictures, giving my details, and a video interview. Plus, the fashion reporter who interviewed me is a really sweet girl! I'm so happy to meet her, and that, she's apparently fashionable to the max. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Facebook sometimes. Totally hate it. I don't know why. I just.. fucking hate it sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-325658116617317273?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/325658116617317273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=325658116617317273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/325658116617317273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/325658116617317273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/04/sick-post.html' title='A Sick Post.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-3532943709717902123</id><published>2010-04-17T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T08:23:10.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philea Home Visit.</title><content type='html'>It was a very long journey. Super duper long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. I have to say, it was a very nice and self-satisfying visitation. The kids are just so adorable and innocent... I personally feel so happy and heart warming seeing the kids. Especially when the kids hold their team leaders' hands, as if they're so close after the first visit already. I as the OC, looking at how well my team members are doing, I feel really proud myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all Indians, and 26 out of 30 of them are girls. They're just so cute. I get to mingle with a few of them. They're very friendly as well, as though whoever talking to them seem just alright to them. The kids are very well behaved too. They're always saying thank you when we gave them something. And when we left, they were all standing together at the gate to wave us goodbye. How sweet is that? They're all so young... age between 7 to 14. So young and innocent. It's so poor thing when some of them are not able to tell their own age.. as they're not sent to schools to study. But nah, the place they're staying right now seems fine. With proper basic equipments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donated a big chunk of my chick flick storybooks to them. Other donated rice, clothes, toys... so fun! Only thing is, the home was a hell of a hot place! Like dessert. Everyone was sweating, face and hands and legs all sweaty and sticky. Lol.. All in all, it was a worthy trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time we're gonna meet again will be 8th May - the event at the zoo! Can't wait for it to come. Can't wait for it to be over too. I'm getting really tired over it already.. sob. I want a break... a long break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-3532943709717902123?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/3532943709717902123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=3532943709717902123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3532943709717902123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3532943709717902123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/04/philea-home-visit.html' title='Philea Home Visit.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-6629936332726264052</id><published>2010-04-12T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:53:05.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels new.</title><content type='html'>After so long! My home sweet home has finally got the internet back. It's been so long already now that I noticed. Approximately 1 month. Pfft. It was tough alright.. it's like, my work will never be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Feeling weird blogging right at this time. 11.26pm. A Monday. It's like a whole new thing that I get myself doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be doing some of my assignments. But I've already gotten everything into place, hence, I decided to spend some time to do my personal stuff... feels so good. So free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But gah, tomorrow will have to study for Pengajian Malaysia a.k.a Sejarah. My god!! Because exam is this Saturday, which is horrible. So miss going out with the people; gossips; movies; or simply having lunch and a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Kings Of Leon album a lot. They're so awesome I get addicted to them so much. Kings Of Leon is so damn different from all of the other rock bands. Particularly "Manhattan" - it rocks my socks off. Apart from them... well, I'm also listening to many other singers. And I actually find that my music taste is so diversified now. I don't really know exactly what genre I love anymore. Music is just awesome. They're free. They're freedom - no right or wrong. No sequence to follow, nor rules. It's all feelings and thoughts. With creativity added on into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song... now that the video is in progress, I can't wait to dedicate it to him on May. I feel so devastated I wrote that song when he breaks my heart... but he's worth. Regardless. From the day I started off writing, till to date, it's been 3 months or so. Or is it 4 months? Lost count. Now, I'll have to finish it up as soon as I can for May's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't shop for awhile. But I don't really have to. I got enough clothes... eventhough it never feels enough. I like wearing jeans nowadays. And bf tops... I'm so much more to the rugged direction. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I babbling here?? Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Those assignments. Presentation especially... I find myself loosing confidence in presenting. Have no idea why, actually. Not that I'm doing bad.. it's just the feeling. It's there. Something like a season thing. I used to feel this way last time, back in semester 4 or so. And then it went away eventually. Now that I'm the senior in my last semester, I feel that way again. Weird eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then. Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-6629936332726264052?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/6629936332726264052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=6629936332726264052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6629936332726264052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6629936332726264052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/04/feels-new.html' title='Feels new.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-7682760025239443767</id><published>2010-04-05T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:52:05.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained. Out.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired... Emotionally. I want to get away from as many things as possible. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-7682760025239443767?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/7682760025239443767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=7682760025239443767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7682760025239443767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7682760025239443767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/04/drained-out.html' title='Drained. Out.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-6342665886704246007</id><published>2010-03-19T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T06:18:39.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick!! =(</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm down with fever. What the hell... Really hate that sick feeling. It's like shit - sickening. Early in the morning I woke up to get ready for class, I knew something is wrong with me. My body was aching, my eyes were burning, my head was heavy. I actually broke down a little. I know it's stupid, but I thought I couldn't stand that really sick feeling. Then I got sort of the diarrhea thing. Stomach was very upset. Must be the nasi lemak I ate at college the day before... I went to class anyway, just one class. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept through the whole afternoon. That was nice. Lol. I took this opportunity of getting sick to make myself rest to the max, so that I can get more hands on with many more work there is to come. Because since college started, my engines never really stopped working... sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile. We're doing ok... had friction though. But it's ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't thought of going shopping for awhile. How surprising! Lol. But, looking at this online boutique with big sale, makes me think of doing some shopping again. Hmm mm mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go for volleyball this Sunday! Hehe. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-6342665886704246007?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/6342665886704246007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=6342665886704246007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6342665886704246007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6342665886704246007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick!! =('/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-579700540343809529</id><published>2010-03-01T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T04:44:54.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need ears.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling really moody. So lost... as though, there's no fun in my days. I'm trying to figure out, exactly where or what went wrong. It's like, everyday I go to college for classes, I find them so dry and boring. I'm not concentrating... my attention spend is getting shorter and shorter. I don't feel happy going to college. I don't feel lively as I used to be. The minute I step into the classroom, I feel like going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of assignments. That's fine. Seriously. I'm used to it already, anyway. But what is making me sick are things like, the waiting, the discussions, the empty results... anything there is to deal with in completing the assignments. We have mouths, but people are just not communicating with people that they work with. People have thoughts and brains, but they don't really make full use of it. People can come up with all sorts of reasons to back things up when they're not completing their jobs completely, then trash their parts to others, and they can get away with it. What are the chances of those who's always helping out with the unfinished parts, when they can actually spend time doing other assignments? And, being capable means the leader-to-be? Being capable means being the one who's always responsible in putting things together? I feel mentally tired already, though I still feel I'm no one to complain about being tired. I'm just a student, how hard are things that I'm doing? Compared to many other people outside... I know my whatsoever stress level is nothing. But yea, I'm complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm being rude at times - depending on individuals whom I talked to, depending on how you interpret it. I'm sorry I complain. I'm sorry. But having to do well, I just can't afford to hide all these things and let it be, can I? I've to confront - basically communicate. Regardless what there's I wanna say, I'm really just communicating. No shouting, no voice raising, no judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to have a partner. I don't see how useful it is. Partners are supposed to share feelings, no matter sad or happy feelings. And you confront each other - at least listen to each other. But I don't get such treatment. I got bitten from the back instead. So much for a partner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-579700540343809529?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/579700540343809529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=579700540343809529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/579700540343809529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/579700540343809529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/03/need-ears.html' title='Need ears.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-5302864393723190052</id><published>2010-02-21T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T05:10:34.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round up.</title><content type='html'>I realize that, having the will to do something to make a change - it really will work. And it will work well. After all that we've been through, after so many falls and down sides, things between us finally get back on the right track the right way. FOR REAL this time. And I can't be more glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday - a beautiful Saturday, baby and I spent time together washing his car. I thought it was so fun. We get to do something together, at the same time we can make fun of each other and basically just talking. Too bad I couldn't snap some pictures while we were washing the car... I really would like to keep them. After washing his car, we watched movie together at his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday, baby had a CNY open house to invite his friends over. After so long we've been together, I found myself really getting along with a lot of his friends, and I was happy doing that. I was talking to them like my own friends; we gambled together and made fun of each other... I did all of that without having baby by my side, as he was entertaining his other friends. I was totally relaxed and felt so free moving around the house, full of his friends that I've seen for so long but barely knew. Yet, I finally opened up myself to mix around with them. It's really a very great achievement for me. And the best part is that, I know baby will be happy seeing me mixing with his friends without him beside me. He is happy. Before yesterday, I did meet up with his friends occasionally, but we didn't really talk... barely. But yesterday's open house really made me so proud of myself, me and baby - somewhat proud or happy about everything. All that we're engaging ourselves in, the direction that we're heading to. It's really all starting to pick up... things are really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S4EwDouXzFI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/7Gvq4CZ8q2I/s1600-h/IMG_4552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S4EwDouXzFI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/7Gvq4CZ8q2I/s320/IMG_4552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440682663869926482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S4EwabR2O3I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/oCTjwOrt6vI/s1600-h/IMG_4553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S4EwabR2O3I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/oCTjwOrt6vI/s320/IMG_4553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440683055397616498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, I had a mini open house, and I invited my buddies over. It was fun! We gambled, lost money, won money.. eat, talk and gossip. Was a really good catching-up moment! Then after hanging out at my place, we went to Yippee Cup for a drink. Was supposed to meet up with baby after seeing them, but then he couldn't make it to see me as some last minute family plans came up. Ah, disappointed, but it's fine.. In order to kill time, I went to OU to join the gang. Had dinner at Ajisen Ramen, then walked around the mall. Goddamn it I finally found a dress!! Woohoo! I think it's super nice - from Cotton On. It's just so simple and pretty.. enough said. I'm so satisfied. It costs me RM50... could get cheaper ones, but who cares! I don't! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class starting tomorrow. CNY is over for me. Back to reality people! Go back to school; go back to college; go back to assignments; go back to work. Hmm. Life eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Quite a long post. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-5302864393723190052?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/5302864393723190052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=5302864393723190052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/5302864393723190052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/5302864393723190052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/02/round-up.html' title='Round up.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/S4EwDouXzFI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/7Gvq4CZ8q2I/s72-c/IMG_4552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-2379373820151281720</id><published>2010-02-19T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T01:10:02.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolly!</title><content type='html'>Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I'm just so happy. Beyond happy. As though I'm the happiest person on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're doing fine again, I've to appreciate everything the right way by doing the right thing.. Am determine! I believe this time, things will REALLY work out between us. I love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just invited the gang to my place this Sunday. Really hope they will be able to make it! It's like, my very first time inviting friends over my place for Chinese New Year. Hmm. So come!! The list of people are as follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy Tan (and darling)&lt;br /&gt;Christine Ho (And Jackie)&lt;br /&gt;Yeo Yoke Cheng&lt;br /&gt;Loh Voon Hong&lt;br /&gt;Sam Lee (and Anna Lee)&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn Khew&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... did I miss out anyone?? Aiya, you know who you are - high school peeps. Please come ok?? Give me a call or an sms will do. People on the list, please ask others to come (I mean, those whom I miss out, and they belong to the gang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Your names are here just so you would get the message repetitively. So you would come! COME!  XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-2379373820151281720?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/2379373820151281720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=2379373820151281720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2379373820151281720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2379373820151281720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/02/jolly.html' title='Jolly!'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-8768296351716790935</id><published>2010-02-17T19:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:51:58.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like death.</title><content type='html'>I'm very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep the whole night... I really couldn't. My eyes were wide open till the sun raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is pounding - stomping so hard against the wall every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My palms are sweating. My hands are trembling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're so cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though thin air is finding its way into my soul, but it's not getting there. It's not strong enough to fill up my soul. To enable me to breathe properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt my lesson. And for real, I'll change for you. I'm changing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never afford to lose you... I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've reached the stake - it's either an up or a down. It feels much more worst than having to decide whether to die or to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you please come back to me? Baby please come back to me. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you love me too. You love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-8768296351716790935?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/8768296351716790935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=8768296351716790935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8768296351716790935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8768296351716790935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-like-death.html' title='It&apos;s like death.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-191564867592204406</id><published>2010-02-12T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T08:39:57.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reds of CNY!</title><content type='html'>I here, would like to wish everyone a very Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have all the fun you want, get as many 'angpao' as you can, drink all you can, gamble all you can, eat all you can... sleep all you can! And remember to dress up nicely for this very special period of time of the year. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind'a having the CNY mood already. BUT! Sigh.. really packed schedule men. All the assignments must come in at this point of time, and also really rushy duedates. What the hell. But argh, have to bare with it. Must be able to hold up to all of those, in conjunction with CNY where people will be visiting each other. I know, being away to dad's hometown and home visiting will delay my work progress; friends being away will delay all meetings; but still, it's our holiday, we should enjoy to the max - but have to keep track of assignments also. Sigh. I can't believe that I actually have to work on assignments during the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to bloody go shopping.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-191564867592204406?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/191564867592204406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=191564867592204406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/191564867592204406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/191564867592204406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/02/reds-of-cny.html' title='Reds of CNY!'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-871820936663629212</id><published>2010-02-05T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:13:01.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Zenture!</title><content type='html'>8.03pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an exhausting day. Woke up early to go for 9am class. Then me and a few department heads of 4ward Communications went to Zoo Negara with Ms.Sue for our CSR project thing. We went there for a visit mainly was to ask permission from the zoo whether we can implement our project there or not. Apparently, it was a success. Will only have to clear off some payments to get a confirmed placement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zoo was big...so tiring walking around. We had to get ourselves familiarized with the place, and also to take pictures. Made us spent RM20 for the ticket. Sigh. But thank god we can claim back from the treasurer. Lol.  So far so good. But well, to visualize things that we have to do is a little tough. Plus, assignments for different subjects are coming in. Hmm. Lots of work to do as time passes! No more lazying around, seriously. Gotta braise myself and to complete tasks regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I shall go look at magazines. I need entertainment news! Will start work tomorrow. Hehe. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-871820936663629212?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/871820936663629212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=871820936663629212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/871820936663629212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/871820936663629212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/02/zoo-zenture.html' title='Zoo Zenture!'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-6349622482611956905</id><published>2010-02-01T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:57:19.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;It takes continuos falls for a human to grow. But how many falls can a human take to survive? So what if a human overcomes the pain, but scars will remain. Would a human choose to hold grudges? Or to move on whilst baring the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Questions to ponder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-6349622482611956905?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/6349622482611956905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=6349622482611956905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6349622482611956905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6349622482611956905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/02/insights.html' title='Insights.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-2639186075981233582</id><published>2010-01-30T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T08:21:16.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vow.</title><content type='html'>It's 12.20am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We vowed, to start everything all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-2639186075981233582?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/2639186075981233582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=2639186075981233582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2639186075981233582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2639186075981233582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/01/vow.html' title='Vow.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-2236688804403918982</id><published>2010-01-29T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T04:48:09.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 1 month.</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been quite some time hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new semester has started, finally. At the beginning, it was kind'a dead.. as in, I had nothing much to do. Basically just went for classes, take some notes, and go back home. Now that it's been 1 month already, things are starting to power up. And I myself will have to spark up my engine to produce some good work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been good. Classes are fine, eventhough boring. Making more new friends from the juniors where we merged classes together. Closer classmates. The lecturers are great too. Yea.. it's all good, I have to say. And also one of the most challenging thing that I'm handling now is this CSR project that me and my classmates are doing for Corporate Comm class. As the head of the whole 'company', there are things to do - giving orders, planning and strategizing... we're doing a real event this time man, no kidding! We're doing the real REAL thing, awesome eh? Not for presentation purposes anymore like back in those semesters, but this time, a real corporate social responsibilty event. Hmm. It's gonna be long, challenging, and stressful I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. What else? Oh. Also, will be doing many small class assignments, on a weekly basis. Gotta really organize myself to be more organized. Lol. Such crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-2236688804403918982?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/2236688804403918982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=2236688804403918982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2236688804403918982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2236688804403918982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-1-month.html' title='After 1 month.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-2606279299870496406</id><published>2010-01-23T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:43:54.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good then bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad then good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck... sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-2606279299870496406?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/2606279299870496406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=2606279299870496406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2606279299870496406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2606279299870496406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-then-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-4542775297626149491</id><published>2010-01-20T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:39:10.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Hard.</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Things with us have been really hard... we're going through really rough times. It's going down hill, and there's just things being thrown down on us, making us going down hill even more. I feel so trapped again. I couldn't breathe. You hurt me with words again. I wanna let go but I love him so much, and it's really not worth to just let go of everything, after what we've been sharing together for so long. It takes 2 person to build a relationship, it also takes 2 person to destroy one. We both failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe love is hard. And I always believe that we're bound to argue, bound to face obstacles and challenges. I hope for nothing but peace and silence. I hope for nothing but to have a really basic love sharing with him. When will we really get back on track again? It's better to know that - love is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see lovers in the streets walking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; without a care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They're wearing out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; like there's something in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oooooh, and i don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They're treading lightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No they, don't sink in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's no tracks to follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; they don't care where they going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if they're lucky and they'll,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; they'll get to see and if they're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really really lucky they'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; get to feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it kicks so hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it breaks your bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cuts so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it hits your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tears your skin and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; makes your blood flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's better that you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That love is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love takes hostages,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gives them pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gives someone the power to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hurt you again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oooh, but they don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if they're lucky and they'll,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; they'll get to see and if they're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really really lucky they'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; they'll get to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if they're, they're truly blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and they're get to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and if you're dammed, you'll never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; let yourself be diseased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it kicks so hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it breaks your bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cuts so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it hits your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tears your skin and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; makes your blood flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's better that you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That love is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hmmmmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kicks so hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it breaks your bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cuts so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it hits your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tears your skin and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; makes your blood flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's better that we know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it kicks so hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it breaks your bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cuts so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it hits your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tears your skin and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And makes your blood flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's better that you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That love is hard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; love is hard, love is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If it was easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it wouldn't mean nothing tough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to James Morrison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-4542775297626149491?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/4542775297626149491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=4542775297626149491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4542775297626149491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4542775297626149491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-is-hard.html' title='Love Is Hard.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-1087531981769034911</id><published>2010-01-18T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:20:29.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need some getting-use-to.</title><content type='html'>Today morning was my 2nd class of the semester. Classes were so boring.. especially today's subject - Corperate Communication. Infact, all subjects are boring.. as long as I'm in class, it feels boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Corp. Comm., so fast we have to come up with a name as an organization, for the organization. Have to come up with craps like mission and vision, landscapes, etc. What the hell. Am so not ready to work. It's only my 2nd day back in college. It's going to be a real event, as our assignment, that the whole class is going to do. Diamn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, am trying to get my routine back on track... my college routine, I mean. Waking up early for morning classes, jamming home after class. Lunch at college... spending money for college. And the weirdest thing is that, am finding myself trying to get use to hanging out with college mates. Really weird I know, but I'm actually trying to get used to them again. Maybe because I haven't seen them for a really long time? Yea, internship.. most probably. And now we actually combining classes with the juniors. Hmm.. gotta meet new people and make new friends all over again. starting from point zero, which sometimes can be a very hard thing to do - for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428316112565585138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S1VAvnIARPI/AAAAAAAAA9A/5yOZKNBqkeE/s320/nokia-e72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh, I wanna get a new phone! The Nokia E72, it's this Blackberry-look-alike phone. Surveyed some friends whom are using it, and apparently, it's quite a good phone. But it's still too expansive, in the market right now. Sigh. Imagine I can go on Facebook when there's wifi... awesome! That's the last thing I'm wishing for in my phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all brags, I shall stop here. Going to The Curve in awhile. See ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-1087531981769034911?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/1087531981769034911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=1087531981769034911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1087531981769034911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1087531981769034911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/01/need-some-getting-use-to.html' title='Need some getting-use-to.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/S1VAvnIARPI/AAAAAAAAA9A/5yOZKNBqkeE/s72-c/nokia-e72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-8002877022997134188</id><published>2010-01-17T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T04:53:11.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Post.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick.. sob sob. I got fever, flu, runny nose, and sore throat. And oh.. also the monthly stomach together with back ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been complaining about how dull and boring my holidays are. Now that it is Sunday already, and class is starting tomorrow, I feel like not going to classes... rather stay at home and rot. And I'm sick! Gaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ah, good thing class starts also. It's a whole new beginning again! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a goodnight y'all. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-8002877022997134188?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/8002877022997134188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=8002877022997134188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8002877022997134188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8002877022997134188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-post.html' title='Sick Post.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-5924071874962383900</id><published>2010-01-12T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:36:21.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Interest.</title><content type='html'>Just came back from Sunway Pyramid. And I bought myself a new leggings. Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea why. Am just really crazy over leggings right now. Wish I can get all sorts of it. Tried to look for a pair of leggings that looks and feels like denim. Freaking hot! But it's so hard to find. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall really put a full-stop in spending money men. Or I'll probably eat shit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-5924071874962383900?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/5924071874962383900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=5924071874962383900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/5924071874962383900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/5924071874962383900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-interest.html' title='New Interest.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-8322403429142293291</id><published>2010-01-10T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:19:12.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil' Here And There.</title><content type='html'>Ok. Well.. It's been awhile since I last updated my blog. Been pretty free lately. I mean - damn free. Till I rot at home. THAT free. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do something, but I don't know what. I already go to almost all of the malls around town, I really have no idea where to go anymore. And it's not like, I have the money to hang out. Grr, this is really killing me deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week to go, then I'll be going back to college. First class starts on the 18th of January, which is next Monday. Hm. Actually wondering how will it feel like going back to college again... the worst thing is that, I'm certain - infact, the pupil are certain that semester 6 will be a very heavy; very crazy; very busy; very stressful semester. But ah, have ot be ready for it anyway. Nothing much to brag about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I wanna buy myself a new dress! A really hot, stylish, not-too-girlish dress. Spotted one stunningly awesome and sexy dress online, but the item is sold out and not restockable. Not my luck, apparently. I need to get out and shop! I know I'm broke, but I have to buy something..sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, meanwhile, a friend has left to Kampar to study. This also means I got lesser hang out buddies already. Really don't know what to say... he didn't even ask me out for a drink! But just drop by my place to say goodbye. Will hav to wait till he's back, then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-8322403429142293291?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/8322403429142293291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=8322403429142293291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8322403429142293291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8322403429142293291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/01/lil-here-and-there.html' title='Lil&apos; Here And There.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-6395812596406908154</id><published>2010-01-05T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T07:27:28.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush.</title><content type='html'>Just got home from seeing baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby brought me for a ride with his new car. Awesome.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really - truly happy for him. He was really happy to get his dream car. He wanted to share his happiness and joy with me so much. And I'm so glad I get to share his happiness. Muaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun ride. So wish we could go somewhere so far, where the road is straight and clear, and baby would speed like there's no tomorrow! Love the loud noises coming out from the exhaust pipe.. it was growling, technically. It was so cool...hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more rides with baby. Really wish we can bring the car up to Genting this Saturday... hopefully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-6395812596406908154?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/6395812596406908154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=6395812596406908154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6395812596406908154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6395812596406908154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/01/rush.html' title='Rush.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-3695758331444896812</id><published>2010-01-03T06:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T06:53:58.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S0Cu2dfRBsI/AAAAAAAAA84/Se-3W5lpysI/s1600-h/avatar_movie_images-avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S0Cu2dfRBsI/AAAAAAAAA84/Se-3W5lpysI/s320/avatar_movie_images-avatar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422526202006013634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love Avatar. Enough said. I love Avatar more than anything else! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S0CuynQa97I/AAAAAAAAA8w/hAsbPzX9WRI/s1600-h/avatarkj09-11-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S0CuynQa97I/AAAAAAAAA8w/hAsbPzX9WRI/s320/avatarkj09-11-20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422526135908628402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S0CuuUcvaOI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Ww-o2Cg24A4/s1600-h/avatar_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/S0CuuUcvaOI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Ww-o2Cg24A4/s320/avatar_photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422526062140549346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're two wonderful pair. Really wonderful. To me, they're beautiful. They're so unique you wanna be like them - that's if you feel like how I felt while watching the movie. I've watched it twice at the cinema. Really awesome. Perfect-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say?? Go watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-3695758331444896812?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/3695758331444896812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=3695758331444896812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3695758331444896812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3695758331444896812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html' title='Avatar.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/S0Cu2dfRBsI/AAAAAAAAA84/Se-3W5lpysI/s72-c/avatar_movie_images-avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-8017103066010107366</id><published>2009-12-31T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:35:18.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>It's 1st January 2010 already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Some thoughts to share? Well.. not much. Really. It's new year, I supposed there'll be better things coming! New semester to look forward to, close to finishing up my report, more time for friends.. all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would like to wish all of you a very happy new year. All the best in whatever you do, take care of your health, and basically enjoy more days to come! Don't take things for granted; appreciate people around you, eventhough when they sometimes really pissed you off; love more people, cut down the hate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life, leave no regression. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the warmest regards and love.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-8017103066010107366?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/8017103066010107366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=8017103066010107366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8017103066010107366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8017103066010107366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-8353147480105782976</id><published>2009-12-29T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:35:44.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what and how I'm feeling anymore... I really don't know. I can't think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted. I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe letting go is really the best answer... but I can't do that. I want to hold on to it.. to him. I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-8353147480105782976?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/8353147480105782976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=8353147480105782976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8353147480105782976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8353147480105782976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/12/really.html' title='Really.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-3860960457485999346</id><published>2009-12-27T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:50:24.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong's 19th @ The Library!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SzhFY2CKMHI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Vm6gW6kDX4A/s1600-h/20352_221563186621_600251621_3249353_8038704_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SzhFY2CKMHI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Vm6gW6kDX4A/s320/20352_221563186621_600251621_3249353_8038704_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420158444664139890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday boy - Voon Hong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SzhFTwUGJRI/AAAAAAAAA8A/vpIzr-8YrH4/s1600-h/20352_221489686621_600251621_3249073_4321748_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SzhFTwUGJRI/AAAAAAAAA8A/vpIzr-8YrH4/s320/20352_221489686621_600251621_3249073_4321748_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420158357229413650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yohoo. It was a blast I have to say. It was Hong turning 19, finally! His birthday had been so long.. haha. By the way, before we went to The Library, we went to some chinese restaurant to have dinner. Good food, good chatting session, good catching up. Then only we went to The Library after filling our stomachs full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my very first time visiting The Library, and well, it's actually a very nice place. It is a place where it is definitely more chilling than the club. Not as crazy. Lol. That night, there was some music event going on. Quite a lot of people, but right after the event, everyone sort of left the place. But we stayed until 12am, just to countdown till midnight, and to have more of the fun. Had beer, had some puffs... was really enjoying myself there. We had so much fun taking silly pictures too. And you can only see it on Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, am looking forward to new year's eve party. Hmm, juggling to decide which one to go to. School gang's party? College friends' party? Or baby and friend's party? Pending confirmation.. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-3860960457485999346?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/3860960457485999346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=3860960457485999346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3860960457485999346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3860960457485999346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/12/hongs-19th-library.html' title='Hong&apos;s 19th @ The Library!'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/SzhFY2CKMHI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Vm6gW6kDX4A/s72-c/20352_221563186621_600251621_3249353_8038704_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-5711132503639130503</id><published>2009-12-22T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T07:36:55.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SzDlYAp8ShI/AAAAAAAAA74/6uVVhQplFb4/s1600-h/DSC00677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SzDlYAp8ShI/AAAAAAAAA74/6uVVhQplFb4/s320/DSC00677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418082552382245394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so today is Dong Jie. It's the time where everyone gather together as a family and basically have a heart-warming and chilling dinner. What I had? Hmm. Definitely dinner that's heart-warming. Lol. And the best part is the 'tong yun'! Mom always makes yummy 'tong yun' every year. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today is officially the last day of my internship. I miss the agency; I miss my mentor and some colleagues; I miss every single thing about the agency - enough said. And I'm really grateful that I got the chance to go to that agency particularly. I really learnt a lot, and I appreciate those who taught me just anything before. Tomorrow - get back to working on my report! Yeap. Just a little more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from OU with baby. And!! I got that pair of ballet pumps from Vincci already! Hehehe. Superb. Thank God mom didn't say much, only very minor nagging, and done. Yohoo! I can wear that to Malacca this coming weekend. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I guess. Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-5711132503639130503?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/5711132503639130503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=5711132503639130503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/5711132503639130503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/5711132503639130503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/12/together.html' title='Together.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/SzDlYAp8ShI/AAAAAAAAA74/6uVVhQplFb4/s72-c/DSC00677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-3554108249054784165</id><published>2009-12-21T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:42:22.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh From The Office!</title><content type='html'>Hey world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is flying like nobody's business! And I suppose it is a good thing. I can't wait to move forward, to live more of the days infront of me, and to have a bit more of everything. I'm nothing but excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolly Christmas is right at the corner, and everything has become so bubbly already! I got presents today, from my lovely mentors and a colleague. Super happy and thankful. They're still wrapped up very nicely beside my table.. hehe. I brought them very cute gifts too! It's for Christmas, but most importantly, the gifts are to show my appreciation to them for looking out for me for 3 months at Saatchi. Hope they will really like it.. And oh, I got my pay! Damn, must get that pair of ballet pumps from Vincci like, ASAP. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then. Tomorrow. Yes - 22nd December, a Tuesday. It's the last day of my internship, officially and seriously! Woohoo! I really can't be any happier. The day has finally come. Well, I'm obviously happy. But at the same time, I feel a little sad as well. I mean, I'm really missing the agency, and also my mentor and colleagues, eventhough I'm not as close with them. I'm really missing every single thing I do here... the daily routine at the office. Hmm. I guess there's always a start, and it has to come to an end right? But hey, no worries men. I'm damn chirpy right now, it's like, everything just fall to the right place. One of my mentor filled up the assessment form and showed it to me, and according to the comments, I did really good for my internship! I can't help but smile so wide looking at the assessment form. As for another mentor, she's totally silent about it.. but I'm pretty sure her comments for me wouldn't run any further. I have faith! And I trust myself. Yippe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm looking forward to tomorrow, where families will be celebrating "Dong Jie". Yay, will eat nothing but 'tong yun'! My favourite every year. Next, will be shopping (preferably Wednesday) - must get that ballet pumps. Then Christmas - not sure what's the plan, but I'm still looking forward to it! And weekends - will be away to Malacca! Wow... these plans. Awesome-ness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-3554108249054784165?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/3554108249054784165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=3554108249054784165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3554108249054784165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3554108249054784165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/12/fresh-from-office.html' title='Fresh From The Office!'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-4998164505393504757</id><published>2009-12-16T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:49:40.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound of Sadness. My Sentimental Lullaby.</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep last night. Not that well - at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mentally exhausted. But at the same time, so awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I close my eyes, I see things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face that tells me love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face that tells me comfort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face that tells me happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face that tells me forever and always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A face that tells me how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that face I saw tells me pain and regression too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped again. This time, deep down the yale. Deep down the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down in my own sorrow and indecisive heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down... nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have something - just anything, that is able to answer my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just anything, that is able to speak for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything, that is able to analyze the situation and give me answers; direction; something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that is able to understand me, and that's from my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not you... but something. Which I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, it doesn't really exist. Does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That something is my own heart, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dear heart it's broken... lost... faded grey, black and white. Beyond hope. Beyond devastation. Beyond heart broken. Beyond...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-4998164505393504757?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/4998164505393504757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=4998164505393504757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4998164505393504757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4998164505393504757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-couldnt-sleep-last-night.html' title='Sound of Sadness. My Sentimental Lullaby.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-9022544028027838449</id><published>2009-12-14T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T06:30:29.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Kuantan.</title><content type='html'>Last Friday and Saturday, I was away to Kuantan. How would I rate the trip? Well, pretty good! Like, 8 outta 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was very nice, the hotel and its environment. The beach was ok. It wasn't as clean, but at least it didn't smell, which I think is good enough for Malaysia's beach standard. Lol. The food there was also very nice. Parents spent us Heineken and ice-cream float at the hotel bar as well! Awesome night. But the best part of the trip is that I got to play volleyball at the beach! My god, that was really awesome! I miss playing volleyball so much, and there happened to have a volleyball court where tourists can borrow the ball from the fitness centre for free and to play. Without even thinking twice, I went to get the ball and play with family. It was damn fun! Weehee! I get to make new friends at the beach also, when this group of people came around and asked if they can join the game. We're actually talking on MSN now, and FB. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of volleyball, I had a totally, extremely, freakish-ly great work out. Totally. To the max. It's freaky because my whole body was practically numb, and in pain. I can hardly walk, or sit, or to move any parts of my body. It was too painful, after such workout on the sand that made volleyball even harder to play. But I love it so much when I dive for the ball and fall on the sand... hmm.. It was hours of playing and serving the ball! My hands were like 'pig hand', technically. And it hurts so bad. The fun never dies though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now that I'm back. I'm back to my routine - working at Saatchi. Sigh... same shit again. What the hell. Have the feeling of hate towards what I'm doing again. But hey, this is so demotivating. I'm not like this, I shoudn't be like this. But then, total up with other crap between me and him that have been going on the past few days... I can't help it but to me as demotivated as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope for nothing but a more cheerful tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-9022544028027838449?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/9022544028027838449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=9022544028027838449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/9022544028027838449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/9022544028027838449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-kuantan.html' title='Back From Kuantan.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-2661413142489838849</id><published>2009-12-07T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:18:01.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone answer me!</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this thing happening? To me! Goddamn it! I hate this big time. I'm supposed to end my internship on 22nd December. But just this morning I reached the office, mentor told me to come back and work till end of the year. As in, seriously. Until 31st December. 31st December??! Damn it! Thanks to those no-brainer clients I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take this! I want my own time and plans. I wanna just do my things and stay away from work for awhile. I need time to complete my goddamn internship report! But why this shit is blocking my way?! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. Eventhough extending my internship sucks, there's still something to look forward to - production shoot. It can build my report, and also my curiosity and interest towards live shooting. But no. It still sucks. Imagine I have to wake up early and sit in the damn office... Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-2661413142489838849?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/2661413142489838849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=2661413142489838849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2661413142489838849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/2661413142489838849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/12/someone-answer-me.html' title='Someone answer me!'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-7926237396217844838</id><published>2009-12-02T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T06:42:50.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whacked out.</title><content type='html'>Today was a totally stressed out day - 101% stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I reached the office, I had so many things to do already. One after another. The worst thing was that, I have many timelines to follow - I had so many things to hand in and to deliver. At the same time, the traffic department was bugging me a little here and there when I was rushing to do stuffs. On the other hand, both my mentor asked me to do this and that. The minute they call my name, I went "Damn. Not again...". Serious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became even more stressed out and infact, angry, when my mentor was having this black face - thanks to those Clients. Whenever her face is black, I will feel super stress. Plus, she's sitting right infront of me. Imagine that. God. Non-stop working on things from moning till the minute I go home... tiring. At one point, I really felt like shouting. Just shouting, then get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, whilst trying to take down all the things that was and will be threw to me in the office, I have to balance out my time as well to do my internship report. Ergh! I really wanna do it at home, like, maybe stay up late to do bit by bit. But everyday I swear, I will feel so tired mentally and physically right after work I just feel like not doing anything. Sob.. I started off a little yesterday, and I planned out my calendar to make sure by when I should've completed what topics... I know I got time, just getting a little worried. And also the feeling of not wanting to do 'assignment'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with a quickie. Now... shall just get some me-time. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-7926237396217844838?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/7926237396217844838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=7926237396217844838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7926237396217844838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7926237396217844838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/12/whacked-out.html' title='Whacked out.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-4500366083866301860</id><published>2009-11-30T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:25:02.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of The End.</title><content type='html'>1st December. Read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it comes to the end of the year, it never feels the end of the year, BUT the beginning of the year all over again. It keeps rolling further like a rounded machine, it keeps rolling to the front and never stops rolling. There's never an end, is there? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are my thought for the end of the year, or to be specfic, a new beginning? Hmm. This - is something that I have to think about. Well, I definitely hope to spend my coming holidays as meaningful as possible... will be following my family for a vacation. Oh no, not only a vacation, but 2 vacations! Hehe. Apart from vacations, I will definitely see my buddies, it's the time where we update each other! I wanna go out to the mall, have bubble milk tea, cuppacakes... movies?? Yes! And I wanna spend time with baby, nothing can stop me on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst hoping to really be in Cloud 9, there's an internship report to be finished. Yeap yeap. It's a simple report... it's basically telling what I've learnt and been through at Saatchi. I have confidence I can definitely finish up on time, and I will try my best to come up with a good report. Then time will zoom me into the nest and the last semester, which according to some of my friends, it'll be a very quick semester. Wow.. then I'll have to come out and work. As in, seriously working. God.. In dilemma - wish time flies, at the same time, to wish that time stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-4500366083866301860?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/4500366083866301860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=4500366083866301860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4500366083866301860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4500366083866301860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/11/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning of The End.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-7730490873986792790</id><published>2009-11-28T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:40:56.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SxIkL8biLJI/AAAAAAAAA7w/it9-zpqc4FU/s1600/twilight-new-moon-teaser-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SxIkL8biLJI/AAAAAAAAA7w/it9-zpqc4FU/s320/twilight-new-moon-teaser-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409425890044161170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My god! This movie is freaking awesome! Awesome awesome.. bloody awesome. Eventhough I've read the whole storybook of this episode, I still feel the rush when I watched it in the cinema. Yes! I love New Moon. I thought it was really good. As usual, the movie delivered the damp and wet atmosphere of Forks really well. The setting of the whole movie was really nice.. the choice of words in delivering the script and this love between Jacob and Bella and Edward.. fascinating! Lol. And oh oh.. Jacob Black. Tell me, Jacob Black - nothing but extreme hotness? Agree?? Totally agreed! Gawd. The whole of the cinema, girls in general, all should've gasp when Jacob comes out of the scene half naked. The girls sitting next to me that day were like THAT. Me too.. I guess. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the DVD to come out! And the ending! Such teaser men.. makes me - makes everyone infact, thirst for more. Tsk tsk tsk! I really got not much to say, I just simply love the movie. And I want more.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme Eclipse.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-7730490873986792790?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/7730490873986792790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=7730490873986792790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7730490873986792790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7730490873986792790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html' title='New Moon.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/SxIkL8biLJI/AAAAAAAAA7w/it9-zpqc4FU/s72-c/twilight-new-moon-teaser-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-4878038986489091080</id><published>2009-11-27T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:17:11.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SxCjKEeS6MI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Day_YdzYbqc/s1600/IMG_3373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SxCjKEeS6MI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Day_YdzYbqc/s320/IMG_3373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409002545866795202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enough said! Thanks to dad... hehe. And I love it!  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SxCi0E2qabI/AAAAAAAAA7g/r0OLi2UIiS8/s1600/IMG_3391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SxCi0E2qabI/AAAAAAAAA7g/r0OLi2UIiS8/s320/IMG_3391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409002168011876786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SxCiiJijKCI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/8gVisFD0Ktc/s1600/IMG_3389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SxCiiJijKCI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/8gVisFD0Ktc/s320/IMG_3389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409001860032047138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And above is the new bag I bought online... super cute, super satisfied!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-4878038986489091080?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/4878038986489091080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=4878038986489091080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4878038986489091080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4878038986489091080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/11/enough-said-thanks-to-dad.html' title='New!'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/SxCjKEeS6MI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Day_YdzYbqc/s72-c/IMG_3373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-8564518037834237564</id><published>2009-11-25T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T06:17:15.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me.</title><content type='html'>I know, I'm no one to brag or to complain or to express my devastation. BUT -I'm seriously sooooo sooo sooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got home from work at 8.30pm today.. was a really long day in the office. Didn't have much things going on this morning and afternoon, only until evening to night time. God! One after another. Wait, no. Not one after another, it was actually all coming together! Yea.. I haven't even get to sit down to start on a new job, I was told to do another job. When I was about to finish the current job I was doing, I was told to do another one, when I haven't even finish the job I was doing and the one after the job I was trying to complete. Gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, k.o. big time. My shoulders and neck are aching so terribly. And it's like, my aching shoulders make me have headache. I can't wait for Friday! It's this precious public holiday. And New Moon is waiting for me! Woohoo, freaking excited about it. Tomorrow's Thursday, and I would be happy as well, because is the last working day of the week. Hope the paychecks will be out tomorrow... I need money! Really broke already. Also due to this online bag I saw AND bought just yesterday. I'm now waiting for the seller to meet me up and pass me the bag. I want it quick! COD men, COD. Freaking confirm the time and date with me please...hmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime. Sigh... don't wanna talk about it. Really. It just.. happened again. No-brainer argument. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-8564518037834237564?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/8564518037834237564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=8564518037834237564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8564518037834237564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8564518037834237564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-me.html' title='Let me.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-1126683739159651296</id><published>2009-11-24T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:31:35.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One-half old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwyM-w6wzJI/AAAAAAAAA7A/SLadllKR3wo/s1600/2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407852262476270738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwyM-w6wzJI/AAAAAAAAA7A/SLadllKR3wo/s320/2012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was yesterday night, baby and I went to the cinema to catch 2012 movie. Finally! We got tickets, and that's because bee asked a friend to help us buy.. hmm. Anyway. The movie was hell awesome! For those who are still waiting for tickets to go watch, well - good luck! But I personally think that 2012 is a must-watch movie. Get a DVD... that's IF you can't get the chance to watch it in the cinema. Make me so sad!! Sigh.. I can't imagine myself in their situation. Too scary. I totally enjoyed the movie to the max. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst the tragic and burning, explosions and floods, baby and I step into 1 and a half years old - our relationship that is. Sweet! Haha.. But too bad it's Wednesday, the day where we're not seeing each other. It's ok, it doesn't really matter.. he will try to make time to come see me though. I miss miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some music thoughts to share:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Jennifer's Body - mom bought the DVD. It's just so-so kind'a movie. Nothing special, but it totally spoils Megan Fox's sexy hot face! Gah. She looks so eerie in the movie.. it consists of scenes of Megan where I thought I couldn't look at her anymore. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407860254937702642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwyUP_KD4PI/AAAAAAAAA7I/_HKVBKicqSs/s320/JB+OST.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh. Music thoughts. It's Jennifer's Body OST! I thought the soundtrack is so good, love the songs in there. Something different. It has all the weird bands - to me - where I think many haven't heard of. Panic At The Disco is the main focus, obviously. But I think others are all good too, maybe a little better than Panic At The Disco. Hot pick would be Through The Trees by Low Shoulders. Listen listen! If you're interested... Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-1126683739159651296?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/1126683739159651296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=1126683739159651296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1126683739159651296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1126683739159651296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-half-old.html' title='One-half old.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwyM-w6wzJI/AAAAAAAAA7A/SLadllKR3wo/s72-c/2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-6063931233560394571</id><published>2009-11-20T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:02:30.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially 19!</title><content type='html'>I have to say. I had a really great birthday... and I feel so grateful! It's been so heart warming I thought I would melt inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to thank all those who have wished me happy birthday, regardless of which ever way of telling me, thank you so much!! Muaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got super happy when both my mentor and another colleague surprise me with a birthday gift wrapped up so nicely in a round-flowery box! I totally didn't expect it, and I thought I was the luckiest person on earth when 3 of them came over to me and said "Karmen, we've something to tell you" (with their very serious face) "Happy Birthday!!" Hahaha.. then they handed me the lovely gift - it's MNG singlet. White in color, exactly one of the item that was in my shopping list! They spent me lunch as well.. God.. I love them. LOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the night. After work, I quickly rushed back home to get myself ready to celebrate my birthday with baby. Hmm! Baby brought me to Italiannies, super yummy food, but overloaded. Hehe. Was supposed to watch movie, but then we couldn't make it because the cinema was crazily packed with humans. Gah, 2012 is still on the line! Then we went over to baby's place to chill, to have my present! And then went to Yippee Cup for a drink.. it was a really good night I had. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion as above. Refer below for pictures taken and some description.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwdvRp8NNII/AAAAAAAAA6w/dIYacpt3nKE/s1600/IMG_3245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwdvRp8NNII/AAAAAAAAA6w/dIYacpt3nKE/s320/IMG_3245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406412226788406402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok. This is the gift given by my colleages. Isn't it just so cute?? I love the singlet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Swdu5fqxbPI/AAAAAAAAA6o/sAjMYdiN-Es/s1600/IMG_3250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Swdu5fqxbPI/AAAAAAAAA6o/sAjMYdiN-Es/s320/IMG_3250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406411811714067698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is at Italiannies. It was so packed. And we got no choice but to sit at this place where it is very small in space, and humid. I was ok with it, it was baby who didn't feel so comfortable though. Haha. Because the portion was too big, we couldn't finish our food we had to take away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwdupTH602I/AAAAAAAAA6g/ou3tUoBrxYE/s1600/IMG_3258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwdupTH602I/AAAAAAAAA6g/ou3tUoBrxYE/s320/IMG_3258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406411533468750690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And tada! This is it! This is the present baby bought for me.. sweet eh? I didn't expect such thing though, they're hair products - hair cologne and hair treatment water from Sasa. When I first look at the present, I thought it looked too girly, something too girly for me, and it's all pinkish! Am not a pink person... but well, the product itself is really a good one. It smells incredibliy sweet and nice. I love it. Lol. When I first smell it, I feel like buying it continuosly already, that's if I finish the whole thing. But it's not cheap! I get to know because.. my baby being as careless as he's always been, he left the receipt in the plastic bag, I spotted it. Hehe! It's expansive for this 2 bottles of hair stuff.. hmm. As for the bling, it's included in the gift pack. So yea.. I'm hanging it on my phone now. Err, I know.. so not me. But because it's from baby and the bling REALLY look nice, so I hang it with my phone. It's really cute. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwduWbVh2VI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/wzc6ftncYhQ/s1600/IMG_3221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwduWbVh2VI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/wzc6ftncYhQ/s320/IMG_3221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406411209255803218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Swdt7OkdPnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/M98mkMY7JiU/s1600/IMG_3225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Swdt7OkdPnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/M98mkMY7JiU/s320/IMG_3225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406410741972287090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this. I thought this is one of the best item I have in my life right now - the wedges from Vincci! Yes yes, it's that pair of wedges I've been eyeing for so damn long! Last few days, I got a call from Vincci when I was at the office, I was thrilled ok.. haha. They told me it's re-stocked, and they reserved one for me already. So yes, very quickly, I went to collect the shoe the next day with baby. It's nothing but awesome-ness. It looks so cool, not girly at all. It doens't hurt my feet, and I look so much taller with it. I wore that out when I was out with baby for my birthday! I myself couldn't believe that I was wearing wedges, practically heels, walking at the mall. It's like, I got so many new things in this week. I got this wedges, then I got 2 new online clothes that I bought, I have so many presents. And wishes! Superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Swd0DyF9bpI/AAAAAAAAA64/6ZpkjCtNMRk/s1600/IMG_3277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Swd0DyF9bpI/AAAAAAAAA64/6ZpkjCtNMRk/s320/IMG_3277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406417486016769682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-6063931233560394571?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/6063931233560394571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=6063931233560394571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6063931233560394571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6063931233560394571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/11/officially-19.html' title='Officially 19!'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwdvRp8NNII/AAAAAAAAA6w/dIYacpt3nKE/s72-c/IMG_3245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-1680658515552637061</id><published>2009-11-18T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T04:56:55.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-19th.</title><content type='html'>Tada! Lol. This was yesterday night at Old Town White Coffee, Taman Megah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was May Yan's birthday celebration, and also my pre-birthday celebration - 4 days earlier. The gang was there to celebrate for us! I was of course extremely happy. It was seriously a blast. And I got nice present! Read on, you will know what it is. Hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPtQHUEokI/AAAAAAAAA6I/AXMdxcdetdU/s1600/IMG_3193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPtQHUEokI/AAAAAAAAA6I/AXMdxcdetdU/s320/IMG_3193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405424838871654978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and May Yan with our cakes. Thanks to Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPtEZVjy-I/AAAAAAAAA6A/nCZtJ4r8BUc/s1600/IMG_3200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPtEZVjy-I/AAAAAAAAA6A/nCZtJ4r8BUc/s320/IMG_3200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405424637551299554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutting the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPs1uQFtvI/AAAAAAAAA54/dA7bmlCxK0g/s1600/IMG_3201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPs1uQFtvI/AAAAAAAAA54/dA7bmlCxK0g/s320/IMG_3201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405424385467463410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby joined in after awhile. I love you bee! You made me so happy when you were there accompanying me and join in the fun. We - the couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPspQXGS5I/AAAAAAAAA5w/0KF6O5jVXzM/s1600/IMG_3203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPspQXGS5I/AAAAAAAAA5w/0KF6O5jVXzM/s320/IMG_3203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405424171285367698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPmK-LB8oI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Gn_mwaCPN_U/s1600/IMG_3209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPmK-LB8oI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Gn_mwaCPN_U/s320/IMG_3209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405417053937070722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPmDvqJ0gI/AAAAAAAAA5g/vcGHU44Eql0/s1600/IMG_3210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPmDvqJ0gI/AAAAAAAAA5g/vcGHU44Eql0/s320/IMG_3210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405416929781993986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pressie time! See?? It's La Senza! I never make myself buy one for myself, eventhough I love the lingerie there.. but Cheng bought it for me.. hmm. Really don't know what to say, but zillion thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPllISxMqI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/AztZKgKM-Rc/s1600/IMG_3211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPllISxMqI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/AztZKgKM-Rc/s320/IMG_3211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405416403818853026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they cute? Cheng and her boyfriend have got good taste, haha.. I LOVE my t-back, I think mine is super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPlTAX-oqI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/zf5M9L5xymE/s1600/IMG_3212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPlTAX-oqI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/zf5M9L5xymE/s320/IMG_3212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405416092455576226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPk_ZBT6pI/AAAAAAAAA5I/p782XAbDjhA/s1600/IMG_3214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPk_ZBT6pI/AAAAAAAAA5I/p782XAbDjhA/s320/IMG_3214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405415755474004626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family portrait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPkri_eoQI/AAAAAAAAA5A/E31ixxAeaoM/s1600/IMG_3215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPkri_eoQI/AAAAAAAAA5A/E31ixxAeaoM/s320/IMG_3215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405415414553288962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Point down at you, Ying Kee! Hahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-1680658515552637061?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/1680658515552637061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=1680658515552637061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1680658515552637061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1680658515552637061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/11/pre-19th.html' title='Pre-19th.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwPtQHUEokI/AAAAAAAAA6I/AXMdxcdetdU/s72-c/IMG_3193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-225329022709706920</id><published>2009-11-16T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:58:36.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definite silky smooth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwFWv99qYUI/AAAAAAAAA4w/QqOszbjuA8E/s1600/IMG_3116.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok. This is really gonna be a random post! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I went to the saloon yesterday - Sunday. Super excited because I decided to go straighten my hair. So yea, meet up with Mandy at her place around 11am. Then we went to the saloon, some shop near Mandy's place. It's a very small unit, and from the shop itself, I knew my budget can be controlled. Hehe. It only cost RM200! Definitely worth, for my long bushy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sad thing is that the saloon only had perming products enough for 1 person! Shit. That really sucked. I felt so lost, I don't know if I should do first, or let Mandy do it first, then I'll have to go back there again next time. But ahh.. Mandy let me do it first! Made me feel so bad but extremely thankful at the same time. I was there alone then, and it took me 4 hours to finish everything. But don't know why, this time's straightening is much faster and easier, compared to the one I did last time - way years back. And I feel totally satisfied. My hair, that mop-broom-tree-trunk-look-alike hair is totally gone, and it gives me back nothing but silky strands of hair! Each and every strand of it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwFWv99qYUI/AAAAAAAAA4w/QqOszbjuA8E/s1600/IMG_3116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwFWv99qYUI/AAAAAAAAA4w/QqOszbjuA8E/s320/IMG_3116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404696409908339010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwFWfrVe6VI/AAAAAAAAA4o/mQOIvoxdDDU/s1600/IMG_3104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwFWfrVe6VI/AAAAAAAAA4o/mQOIvoxdDDU/s320/IMG_3104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404696130030070098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwFWO4Z9aMI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Ph2dHAbQ23M/s1600/IMG_3134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwFWO4Z9aMI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Ph2dHAbQ23M/s320/IMG_3134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404695841480730818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel kind'a not used to it though. All of a sudden, it's really so flat already. And my head feels so light. To be honest, I do miss my bushy-mop-like hair. That hair - it's just me. Because of that hair, people call me the rocker chick, which I like! I feel wild with that hair.. like I'm different. Lol. But ah well, it's all good. Something new! The most I wanted when I chose to straighten my hair is for the smoothness only, actually.. the straight comes second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. I will wait till my hair texture to become much more natural - as in, not so sleek straight anymore, then I will go for bangs. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hair craze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-225329022709706920?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/225329022709706920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=225329022709706920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/225329022709706920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/225329022709706920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/11/definite-silky-smooth.html' title='Definite silky smooth!'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/SwFWv99qYUI/AAAAAAAAA4w/QqOszbjuA8E/s72-c/IMG_3116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-8770425515584507215</id><published>2009-11-13T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:32:13.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud 9.</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! It's another weekend! Yay yay.. nothing but super happy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will catch up with baby later after lunch, going to his uncle's birthday party. And tomorrow will be so superb! I'm going to the saloon to get my hair done. Yes! Finally, after so long. Gonna straighten my bloody mop-look-alike hair, and maybe... just maybe, will cut my hair. Gah, confusion is busting my head again. But anyway, after getting my hair done, I'm gonna make a stop at OU. Maybe will have dinner with family there with baby, and then will catch a movie with baby. Definitely 2012! The movie about nature disaster.. can't wait. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's ok so far. But this week had been so crazy. It was really a crazy week in the office. I had to stay back late to finish up some work, and everything was so rushy I thought I would suffocate. Too many things to deal with at the same time, too much information was being forced into my head, bombarding my brain cells so quickly.. hmm. Tiring, but well, have to say it's satisfying because I was busy. I did many things, and I've been learning while getting busy. Lol. And it would help me more in doing my report later on... I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as usual, this particular month - I'm spending hell lot of money. My hair... and some online clothes I'm gonna buy. Sigh. The worst thing is that, I don't really care! Things get even 'better' when I really got not much money at home already and my pay is not ready yet, obviously. Still have 2 more weeks to go in order to reach my paycheck! Gaahh, struggling to crawl myself towards the paycheck.. sob. Nah.. it's ok. Once I get my pay, I put all in the bank, and I don't use it. Isn't it the same? I spend now, but then my paycheck later will cover up the expanses I'm gonna make now... and my money goes back the same. Hmm.. yea. (things that I always tell myself to make myself feel better... but it's true anyway!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-8770425515584507215?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/8770425515584507215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=8770425515584507215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8770425515584507215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8770425515584507215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/11/cloud-9.html' title='Cloud 9.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-3775787650461034568</id><published>2009-11-10T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:56:55.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down and back again.</title><content type='html'>I was down to bad flu and cough yesterday. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the office at usual time, but was tired early in the morning. Then I started coughing and sneezing so much! My mentor asked me to go home. I was like "OMG, serious??" I was too happy to say just anything. Hehe. But well, I still tried to make an effort to stay... I did help my mentor on some tomeline arrangements, then only I went back home - 11am. I was in the office for approximately 2 hours only. I wasn't THAT sick, but I guess I'm just lucky to have such nice mentors.. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came into mind when I was asked to go back - watch movie!! Jennifer's Body, that is. It's Megan Fox, the super hot Fox I adore so much. Called Mandy, texted Mandy, got not reply! Sob sob. Reply was only received at 4.30pm, when I planned to catch the 2.45pm movie. Sigh.. but it's really fine. I was sleeping through the whole afternoon after I took the flu medicine anyway. I haven't take nap that long ever in my life, for a total of 5 hours... it felt extremely good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well, I'm in the office right now. Just finished doing some stuff and settle down. Cold cold office! Gah.. still have runny-nose. I'm hungry, but it's only 11am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... twweee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-3775787650461034568?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/3775787650461034568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=3775787650461034568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3775787650461034568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3775787650461034568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/11/down-and-back-again.html' title='Down and back again.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-3308840703908421476</id><published>2009-11-08T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:58:18.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranked.</title><content type='html'>Help me someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending like mad this month! What the heck is wrong with me men.. It's not that I buy a lot of things, but .. where did all my money go?! Sigh. I feel like I can buy more stuffs, but no, I can't. And that kills me. I haven't even get to buy the wedges I want, but my money is like, flowing out from my wallet already. And it's not even the middle of November yet! Help me.. somebody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Then today I went to OU to meet up with the gang. And another 5obucks gone. Shit! Should I just kill myself? No no.. that's hell stupid. Maybe I should just not have money with me. But no way, that's ridiculous. Gah! Whatever. Forgive me being cranky. I'm just so lost. I want so many things but I can't afford it, and I know that I can't afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall just pack food to work like, everyday from tomorrow. No money no fun! Should put myself in the 'stand-by' mode right now.. Can't wait till end of this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-3308840703908421476?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/3308840703908421476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=3308840703908421476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3308840703908421476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3308840703908421476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/11/cranked.html' title='Cranked.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-5377570442868367180</id><published>2009-11-05T00:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:53:43.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distract self from the doze..</title><content type='html'>I'm now in the office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm drop-dead sleepy. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was hactic. Had emails to check on to, had JR to distribute... then I had WIP briefing, at the same time I had to discuss the JR issued with my mentor. Too much info at the same time! Gah. But managed to pull that off. After completing the briefings, I had to go brief the writer myself, which is something new that I had to learn. My mentor just trusted me so completely that she let me handle the briefing myself. Lol. It was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. I went for lunch. Today - with both my mentors. Lol. Did JR again after lunch, completed the WIP.. what else? Em, nothing else. Which explains why I'm blogging here, right now. I'm so so so so bloody sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. It's 5pm. Goddamn it!! Come on, please strike 5.30pm.. come on! Can't wait to go back. And I can't wait to see baby later tonight. Weehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-5377570442868367180?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/5377570442868367180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=5377570442868367180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/5377570442868367180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/5377570442868367180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/11/distract-self-from-doze.html' title='Distract self from the doze..'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-8887601385289226076</id><published>2009-11-01T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:01:37.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like water.</title><content type='html'>I went shopping today! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Mandy. To Pyramid. It was superb. I got myself a super duper cool handbag; I got the belt that I wanted all this while, and I got a new eye-shadow. Spent! The only thing I missed out was a pair of new wedges - damn! Saw one from Voir - exactly the pair I like from Vincci, same design but only slight difference, but I chose not to buy it because I thought I liked Vincci's better. So yea, I went to OU at night with baby, and I prayed so hard and I was so ready to buy that pair of wedges. Who knew - no size. Damn again! Argh. That pair of shoes is freaking awesome I keep on thinking about it. Now that I haven't get it yet, it makes me think of it even more. Sigh.. they told me they might re-stock again, but don't know when. I already planned to go back to OU to try my luck again this coming weekend. Hmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: Mandyyy... I want that shoe!! Sob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. The most important thing for today - I celebrated baby's birthday! Yippe, it's my baby turning 21 years old - big boy outside, but a small boy at heart. I love him so much! Muaks. Exact birthday is actually next Thursday, 5th. But yea, both working, so I decided to celebrate for him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to OU for dinner. Spent baby TGI. Yummy food, price also yummy. Haha.. Then I brought him to Secret Recipe for cake. I bought him a pair of leather Converse shoe. Freaking nice! I got so jealous when I bought it for him at Pyramid this morning when I went shopping... sigh. But at the same time, I knew baby will like it so so much, and he does look good in it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to see baby so happy today.. I love you baby. I love you so much. And I'm also super glad he's 21, but he's still like how he used to be - like 7. I love him so so so much. Some pictures taken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2uHZcXQlI/AAAAAAAAA3w/hoxfeo_Gwy0/s1600-h/IMG_3003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2uHZcXQlI/AAAAAAAAA3w/hoxfeo_Gwy0/s320/IMG_3003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399162970399261266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preparing for the night out to celebrate his birthday. My note to him! It says "I'm not sure if this is the best gift for you. But you are the best gift for me. I love you! Happy Birthday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2t-NNb2qI/AAAAAAAAA3o/sjt6Gjko78U/s1600-h/IMG_3010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2t-NNb2qI/AAAAAAAAA3o/sjt6Gjko78U/s320/IMG_3010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399162812496599714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My handsome baby - at TGI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2t58s1EXI/AAAAAAAAA3g/mUuGpkmM24c/s1600-h/IMG_3011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2t58s1EXI/AAAAAAAAA3g/mUuGpkmM24c/s320/IMG_3011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399162739345396082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, taken by baby - at TGI. "See my cash?? Hahaha.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2t1XWFQWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/-HVGAFYUjIA/s1600-h/IMG_3012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2t1XWFQWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/-HVGAFYUjIA/s320/IMG_3012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399162660598399330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us, taken by the waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2tjArmqMI/AAAAAAAAA3I/abfkcw0XuC0/s1600-h/IMG_3016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2tjArmqMI/AAAAAAAAA3I/abfkcw0XuC0/s320/IMG_3016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399162345277008066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rexy the cute. Looking at baby opening his present.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2teDSHMBI/AAAAAAAAA3A/il2HWrwk6G8/s1600-h/IMG_3024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2teDSHMBI/AAAAAAAAA3A/il2HWrwk6G8/s320/IMG_3024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399162260076048402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tada! Tell me about cool and awesome-ness. They're leather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2tY0w6W9I/AAAAAAAAA24/n6K1B9zs_pM/s1600-h/IMG_3017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2tY0w6W9I/AAAAAAAAA24/n6K1B9zs_pM/s320/IMG_3017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399162170279353298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying his new shoe on.. muaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2tPM6S52I/AAAAAAAAA2w/ffKbRw4l27E/s1600-h/IMG_3026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2tPM6S52I/AAAAAAAAA2w/ffKbRw4l27E/s320/IMG_3026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399162004962469730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kiss me if you love me and if you're happy with what I bought you!  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday baby.. your the most wonderful person ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-8887601385289226076?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/8887601385289226076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=8887601385289226076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8887601385289226076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8887601385289226076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-water.html' title='Like water.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/Su2uHZcXQlI/AAAAAAAAA3w/hoxfeo_Gwy0/s72-c/IMG_3003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-317836247431937573</id><published>2009-10-28T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:56:06.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Westlife.</title><content type='html'>Westlife is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their songs are actually hot.. now that I listen to their very old albums where I used to listen to when I was in primary/secondary school. Lol. Their songs are just so touching, despite people's saying where boy bands can't sing. I do think that way sometimes... BUT not Westlife. Hehe. Listening to them makes me go back to the old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I once missed them a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-317836247431937573?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/317836247431937573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=317836247431937573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/317836247431937573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/317836247431937573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-westlife.html' title='Back to Westlife.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-8217515871122603789</id><published>2009-10-26T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:34:40.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:no title:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SuWgtK7uLWI/AAAAAAAAA2o/uoFt_GiHKyQ/s1600-h/25102009333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SuWgtK7uLWI/AAAAAAAAA2o/uoFt_GiHKyQ/s320/25102009333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396896426362809698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is at Yippee Cup, ss2. Yesterday. It was our 5th month already! I mean, 1 year + 5 months together. Lol. It was good.. we went swimming, then we went to the mamak for dinner. Right after dinner, we spent some time drinking bubble tea (Note: Blueberry milk tea is also nice to drink!). Later at night, we watched football at his place. According to bee, Man.U lost over Liverpool.. haha.. Well, It doesn't really impact me much, I know nothing about football. But the game was ok though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I stayed over time in the office today. Till 7.30pm only I get to go back.. so tiring! Was really free in the morning, but right after lunch, all the things started piling up. Hmm.. Oh yea! One more thing about work. No. Particularly my pc. Let me tell ya', my pc is fucking fucked up. It can't be any more fucked up, because it is just way too fucked up. It broke down often times, since God knows when. The worst thing is, I was trying so hard under the table to re-plug the wires and shit, it turned on then broke down - again and again! Goddamn it. Felt like kicking the chow cibai mother fucking pc.. it's nothing but wasting my time! And making me signing up to MSN/hotmail over and over again. I wanna bring my lappy to work, but I need to buy a laptop bag first, which is in my shopping list. Lol. It's just so cute, and I think it's convenient.. saw it at Tropicana City.. oh well. We'll see how it goes after I get my paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. I really feel like cutting my hair. Like, really really feel like it. But still, I'm in dilemma - to cut or not to cut? I don't know. Found some really nice hairstyles online, and I actually downloaded them for the hairstylist's reference, that's IF I really decide to cut. And IF I cut, it will be like, so short - shoulder length. Not that I'm afraid my hair becomes short, it's whether I'll look nice with it or not... that's no guarantee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-8217515871122603789?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/8217515871122603789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=8217515871122603789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8217515871122603789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8217515871122603789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-title.html' title=':no title:'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/SuWgtK7uLWI/AAAAAAAAA2o/uoFt_GiHKyQ/s72-c/25102009333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-3891042461568743703</id><published>2009-10-24T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:42:45.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to.</title><content type='html'>Ah. It's weekend already. And this coming week will be the last week of the month. So fast! Now, what I'm looking forward to is to get my very first paycheck next week from Saatchi! I know, it's only RM 500... but hey, the feeling feels simply awesome. Simply because that RM 500 is the amount of money I earn myself. And I can't wait to go shopping!! I have this list... I don't really have a lot to buy, but things that I need to buy are costly. Shait... I don't care I must have it. Probably my RM 500 will be gone, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following thing I'm looking forward to is November. Once November kicks in, it's like I'm closer to ending my internship, which will definitely be a blast. Not that I don't like my internship at Saatchi, I'm just so eager - too eager to break free. Putting internship aside, I'm also looking forward to baby's 21st, also in November. Hmm, come to think of it... November is such a good month! You see. I get closer to ending my internship; baby's 21st birthday; my birthday; and New Moon screening! Oh my god. Lol. I so can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least. Tomorrow, which will be a very fine Sunday (I hope) is when we reach 1 year and 5 months together, and we're gonna go swimming! Hehe. Finally I get to exercise, after so long. Things are better than better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-3891042461568743703?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/3891042461568743703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=3891042461568743703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3891042461568743703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3891042461568743703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/10/looking-forward-to.html' title='Looking forward to.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-3488277408596305833</id><published>2009-10-20T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:40:14.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie from the office.</title><content type='html'>I'm at the office now.. just had lunch - homemade egg sandwich. It's my break-time, obviously. And I got nothing to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freezing cold at the office ok.. shit. I'm wearing my jacket, my scarf, and I'm with my long jeans! Still, I'm shivering. What on earth? Does it have to be THIS bloody cold? Gah.. Feel like going down to Phileo for a walk, or to buy something, just to shake away the cold. But I got nothing to buy. Keith and Alice are at Phileo anyway.. should I go see them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. I wanna watch the Meatballs movie. Anyone wanna come with me?? It's so cute I must watch it no matter what! And at the same time, I can't wait to get my paycheck so I can go shopping for a new bag and a new waist belt. Meanwhile, I have to plan my budget really wisely right now, because baby's birthday is on the way. The spendings for his birthday is so crucial.. hmm. It'll be a lot of money - according to what I've planned for him. Aahh! I need money. Money money money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I miss baby so much. Like hell crazy. I've no idea why.. the more I see him, the more I miss him. Recently, eversince I started working, it's been like this. But I know we both have our own things to do, and that, we can't see each other everyday, but only alternate days. It's just like how it has always been, but only this time when we both have to work, seems like it's so hard to follow the rules.. And just yesterday baby told me he wants to bring me out on a vacation end of this year. He had already planned to go with me just anywhere, it has been in his mind for awhile..just that he decided not to tell me yet. Because he had to see a client with his dad at PD yesterday, he couldn't help it but told me he wanted to bring me to PD. Well, the feeling of hearing him saying that is just simply wonderful. It actually doesn't matter if we will make it or not, but having the thought in his mind is heart-warming enough already.. muaks. But now that he mentioned it, I can't help but feeling so excited about the idea. Lol. It's like, having a get-away with him is so romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the love of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-3488277408596305833?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/3488277408596305833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=3488277408596305833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3488277408596305833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3488277408596305833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/10/quickie-from-office.html' title='Quickie from the office.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-3759316740590211354</id><published>2009-10-19T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T07:59:43.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali updates.</title><content type='html'>It was last Saturday - I went back to dad's hometown, Taiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit wasn't as bad as it always seems. This time, it felt more like a short trip to somewhere instead of locking ourselves up in my auntie's house which is so humid and boring the whole day. Because when we reached Taiping, instead of just staying in my auntie's place, dad brought us around Taiping to look for nice famous food.. then we went to different malls to do some shopping and to look around. Time passed by so fast! We met up with other relatives then have dinner together. Right after dinner, dad brought us to Night Safari at the zoo. Haha.. I know! It's funny. But hey, it was actually quite fun! Quite an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back on Sunday. It was so tiring. I was sleeping in the car throughout, but it made me even more tired. But still, I went out with baby right after I reached home. I missed him so much! Was so happy to spend the rest of the day with him. We went to OU to catch a movie - Surrogates. The movie was just ok... not as nice as I expected it to be, as according to the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday. I got no work. A big lost I didn't get to spend time with baby! Damn. Was supposed to, but he has to work. So yea, I'll just have to suck it up and let it be. It was ok though, I get to wake up so late, and I get to just relax at home, go online and stuffs. And I went to OU for dinner with Jo and Mab. All because of Dave Deli's promotion on weekdays. Lol. Good thing is that I got a pair of new shoe from Vincci! And my sisters actually bought it for me, as my super advanced birthday gift. Due to the fact that they're so close to exams they need to prepare by not stepping out of the house, therefore they bought it so early. It's such gorgeous shoes! I was eyeing it yesterday already, when I was at OU with baby. Then I got it today.. awesome-ness.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Stx-cgk2oiI/AAAAAAAAA2g/XqEtASlarog/s1600-h/DSC08866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Stx-cgk2oiI/AAAAAAAAA2g/XqEtASlarog/s320/DSC08866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394325481928958498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I have to get back to reality tomorrow, again. Waking up at 7.30am. What is this men?! Worst thing to start my day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-3759316740590211354?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/3759316740590211354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=3759316740590211354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3759316740590211354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/3759316740590211354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/10/deepavali-updates.html' title='Deepavali updates.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/Stx-cgk2oiI/AAAAAAAAA2g/XqEtASlarog/s72-c/DSC08866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-4842094832644548124</id><published>2009-10-13T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:21:39.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War ends right now.</title><content type='html'>We argued again today. And I was at work. It was so damn frustrating I thought I was gonna go crazy. Really have no idea what's with all these crap, starting from last Sunday... There will always be times where we can be so lovey dovey and all sticky to each other, they can be incredibly sweet I couldn't resist. But right after the lovey dovey stage, we will definitely go down to the ice-cold big war times. Why is that?? Why? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got over it though. And we just came back from Yippee Cup. By the way, I tried the Strawberry Milktea - it's nice! Haha.. would order that again next time. And then I got a new sling pouch from Jie (thanks, I like it a lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today was fine. Same old thing. But the office can get so annoying when the air-cond gets so fucking cold! It's always so damn cold I shiver, even being wrapped around with long pants, long shirt, and a jacket. Sometimes with my scarf. Shit.. now my skin is all getting dry, and I think it will peel soon. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like last week, I can't wait for weekends to come. Oh yea, really can't wait any longer. It's only Wednesday tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't I go to work at.. maybe.. 11am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahh. Total bullshit. No such thing... I really need and want my beauty sleep so much. I miss myself waking up at 10am - 11am. Ughh. Working life eh? Feel like I really have to grow up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-4842094832644548124?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/4842094832644548124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=4842094832644548124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4842094832644548124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4842094832644548124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/10/war-ends-right-now.html' title='War ends right now.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-5334222887825387954</id><published>2009-10-12T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:27:13.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning point.</title><content type='html'>For the very first time, I feel really REALLY happy working at Saatchi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that? Haha. Because.. finally, I get to talk to 2 colleagues there! They're both interns under other mentors, and that they obviously come from different colleges. They're elder than me, but I'm so glad that we can really blend together! We 3 talked so much today when we were assigned by the boss to help her do some crazy things over at the creative department. Actually I was the one who got assigned, but the boss get the other 2 interns to help me out, and it was so much fun. They're both very cheerful and funny people... probably because we 3 are interns, therefore we totally understand how each other feels, and that we can talk. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, last week - I really didn't have much fun because I find that I couldn't blend with just anyone in the office. I felt a little lonely. Nothing but doing work only.. the 2 interns were there for quite some time already, too bad they sit very far away from me, therefore we couldn't really talk to each other. They wanted to wave me hi when I first went in, but well, I had things going on on my very first day and that I was already sitting so far.. they couldn't come ot me either! Haha.. but now that we met officially, I'm really glad and I feel motivated. Yeap yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And erm, I find myself starting to pick things up already. I'm much more stable, not as wobbly as last week. Lol.. And oh. Today morning - early in the morning, I got this big shock of my life. I was called to go for the WIP meeting. I thought I was only going to sit there and listen and to write some notes, but who knew! My mentor asked me to bring the team through on Olay product work status. It was already weird and daunting enough when everyone in the meeting room looked at me with one face when I stepped into the room, it was even more daunting when I started speaking. God!! But my voice wasn't shaking... thanks a lot to all those class presentation I had before in college, helps me a lot this morning. I did felt nervous and not as confident, but I did it.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well. Guess I'll stop here.. Will watch a DVD later, and sleep to prepare myself for tomorrow. Would be another busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-5334222887825387954?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/5334222887825387954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=5334222887825387954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/5334222887825387954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/5334222887825387954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/10/turning-point.html' title='Turning point.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-7433856852221804328</id><published>2009-10-11T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:17:04.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought.</title><content type='html'>When you get out of my car and you walked away.. without even looking back, I felt like, I was already dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I couldn't breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my soul just ran out of my body and disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought things were really all gone. And I broke down. Completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted in the car so loud I thought the car windows were gonna break into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would break my own ear drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hear anything but my anxious heartbeat... my own voice calling you back... my other own voice telling me that things are over. And that you don't want me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing but black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tears gave me a nice face wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your every word hurts. As they are bad spells, they curse me, straight into my heart. You didn't know you were wrong, but I did make you feel the way I felt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was fair enough. Though I'm truly sorry. I couldn't accept the fact that you hurt me that way, and that I wanted to hurt you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was gonna drive away from your land, so that I can pull out from all the memories we once had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of speeding so fast all the way home while crying my lungs out in the car so I could go numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought, I can never loose the chance not even talking things through with you, IF we really were to end everything or to make up. Our conversation was way too shallow to clarify anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart told me to be strong... so I decided to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my decision was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stone-cold heart went soft-weak when I hear your voice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air-cond in my car feels so cold, but your voice warmed me up a little when you told me you'll bring me in to your place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew then, things are gonna be ok again. I knew it. And I believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small whispering voices told me your the one for me. And that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me to forgive you, and forgive myself too. Or else, we wouldn't be able to move on. And they told me we both never want that because we've put in so much, we're meant for each other. You're impossible to find in this universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no 2nd you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're strong together. We shouldn't let ourselves down just because of such ridiculous spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic is what makes us. Those whispering voices told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we should cherish such magical lullaby we're being surrounded by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. You're the one. And that's final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-7433856852221804328?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/7433856852221804328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=7433856852221804328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7433856852221804328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7433856852221804328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-thought.html' title='I thought.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-8156242979363108116</id><published>2009-10-05T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:48:05.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th the starting point.</title><content type='html'>It's the first day, and it was busy. Quite busy. Got stuffs to do, where my day was totally occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I think it's good. I mean, I don't wanna just sit in the office and do nothing. And I'm so happy I get to learn new things right on my first day at Saatchi. People there are fine.. some friendly, some cold, some.. weird. Argh. I don't care. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lucky today. My mentor drove me and another colleague out for lunch. And the other colleague actually spent me lunch at Kim Gary, and then spent me Starbucks drink. My god, I felt real bad ok, but she insisted on spending me.. so, I just let that be. But oh, I shall just pack food from home, and this is because, there isn't any cheap place to eat! Damn it. All of the restaurants target people like my mentor, people in the office, business men and women, basically rich people. Hello, I'm just an intern, and I'm freaking poor. Hmph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only sitting in front of my pc, and that can make me tired. My neck, my back, and my shoulders are aching. Good thing I got to leave early today (not early actually, it was 5.30pm, interns are supposed to leave at that time, according to the person-in-charge), or else, I'll just stone right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take this as a good start. I shall go to bed now to recharge myself to prepare myself for tomorrow. Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wish me lucks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-8156242979363108116?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/8156242979363108116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=8156242979363108116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8156242979363108116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8156242979363108116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/10/5th-starting-point.html' title='5th the starting point.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-7204250066325760124</id><published>2009-10-04T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T08:54:36.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New chapter.</title><content type='html'>This is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. My internship starts. Woo! Excited, but definitely super nervous.. The very very first thing I hope for tomorrow is to blend well with the people working there. I need human support! Seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust myself that I can do fine.. go go!! Real random, but well.. I hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will have a quickie lickie update as soon as I'm free. Muaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: By the way. I find that my blog's design and colour is so.. off men. Damn it. Such hideous design I put. Will change it soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-7204250066325760124?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/7204250066325760124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=7204250066325760124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7204250066325760124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7204250066325760124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-chapter.html' title='New chapter.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-5518489937295833184</id><published>2009-10-01T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:58:49.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect bullshit.</title><content type='html'>Let me tell ya'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SsWkjVlyU4I/AAAAAAAAA1o/Zvuzomo1kMY/s1600-h/perfect-getaway-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SsWkjVlyU4I/AAAAAAAAA1o/Zvuzomo1kMY/s320/perfect-getaway-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387893456216675202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Getaway - sucks to the freaking maximum level. Alright! It's damn sucky I can't stand it. I feel so damn bad choosing the stupid movie to watch with baby, and waste baby's 20bucks on such movie. It all started off good and mysterious. But when it reaches the middle part, everything just went all around the place. Like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; jumps to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt; jumps to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;. I don't understand the movie, and until the end where the movie is over, I still don't understand what the movie is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! Never felt so unsatisfied before men..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing much to update.. by the way, mooncake festival is tomorrow! Too bad my family is not celebrating. But I'll be joining baby's family and cousins to celebrate together, then I'll also drop by another party organized by bee's friend. And and and, the sisters and I will be going to Wondermilk for cuppacakes tomorrow noon as well! Yippe. I can't wait. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-5518489937295833184?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/5518489937295833184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=5518489937295833184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/5518489937295833184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/5518489937295833184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect-bullshit.html' title='Perfect bullshit.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/SsWkjVlyU4I/AAAAAAAAA1o/Zvuzomo1kMY/s72-c/perfect-getaway-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-1010208949250660537</id><published>2009-09-28T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:08:38.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spills.</title><content type='html'>Oh No! It's Monday already. Also means, I'm much more closer to my internship, which is next Monday. Oh god.. so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile. I'm really lazy to blog recently, got nothing much to update also. But ah, I finished reading New Moon just today evening, and oh my god, I'm dying for the movie! And also the 3rd episode of Twilight. The ending left me hanging there, thirsting for more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SsCmK0Zgc7I/AAAAAAAAA1g/uGk3U_czXn4/s1600-h/uglytruth_movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SsCmK0Zgc7I/AAAAAAAAA1g/uGk3U_czXn4/s320/uglytruth_movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386487859129643954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes! Finally, I got to watch The Ugly Truth, was with Man and Jo at OU. Damn, It's a freaking awesome movie. It's damn funny, crappy but make sense, and it's just so heart-warming.. hmm. Love love love this movie! Will get the dvd no matter what. Worth the keep, for me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. Just got nagged by mum again. What else? All because of one fucking bikini I bought. Why on earth did she let me buy my first piece of bikini anyway, if she thinks the new bikini I bought is so damn exposing, when the new bikini I bought is just as same as my first piece where she allowed me to buy? What the hell is this nonsense men.. fuck it. And also, I'm in this terribly fucking awful mouth pain. Fucking ulcer beside, one more ulcer under my damn tongue, plus some cut right at the tip of my tongue. What the fuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-1010208949250660537?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/1010208949250660537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=1010208949250660537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1010208949250660537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1010208949250660537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/09/spills.html' title='Spills.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/SsCmK0Zgc7I/AAAAAAAAA1g/uGk3U_czXn4/s72-c/uglytruth_movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-7970971933148029075</id><published>2009-09-24T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:06:41.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>Let me update exactly what I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind'a fun yesterday. Due to massive arguments, I decided to do something that is able to make me relax and loosen up a bit. Not shopping, no no. But swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SrxO2SFOraI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/YS5radzEKP8/s1600-h/IMG_2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SrxO2SFOraI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/YS5radzEKP8/s320/IMG_2372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385265948901944738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SrxOvyCEKLI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/JRwEuBfgWz4/s1600-h/IMG_2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SrxOvyCEKLI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/JRwEuBfgWz4/s320/IMG_2370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385265837219522738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SrxOp99O3zI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Q7NBAPDj74M/s1600-h/IMG_2381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SrxOp99O3zI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Q7NBAPDj74M/s320/IMG_2381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385265737341263666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SrxOiyhKNOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/z48uLI_419w/s1600-h/IMG_2398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SrxOiyhKNOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/z48uLI_419w/s320/IMG_2398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385265614011643106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I last swam at his place.. so long. Wanted to go swim alone, but I wanted accompany, so I tagged Jo and Mab along. Lol. Went to the public pool at KJ, reached there about 10am. The sun was so good yesterday morning, and I made myself swim a total of 20 laps. Felt so good, and totally fit! And it did help me forget about those mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SrxOOT5Yb9I/AAAAAAAAA04/hLninh4Na7Y/s1600-h/haeundae_20090804_seoulbeats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SrxOOT5Yb9I/AAAAAAAAA04/hLninh4Na7Y/s320/haeundae_20090804_seoulbeats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385265262194356178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming, we decided to go to OU for movie - Tsunami at Haeundae. Oh! It was.. ok. Just ok. The water is scary though, and really upsetting at the end of the movie.. Hmm. And that's about it. Had a good time, and not much money was being spent. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just got back from Wendy's with mum and sisters for lunch. Will be going out later with him, because it's our 1 year 4 months today. Things are better.. more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-7970971933148029075?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/7970971933148029075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=7970971933148029075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7970971933148029075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/7970971933148029075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/SrxO2SFOraI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/YS5radzEKP8/s72-c/IMG_2372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-1744781717714690275</id><published>2009-09-23T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T07:40:50.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard..</title><content type='html'>I don't know who I am anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth it or not? I don't know. I don't care... I can't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so tired of it. Think positive? Trying to. But hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is hard" _ James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-1744781717714690275?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/1744781717714690275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=1744781717714690275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1744781717714690275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1744781717714690275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/09/hard.html' title='Hard..'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-6673533173321285035</id><published>2009-09-21T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:10:59.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini mini.</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a car ride to KLIA with family.. Hmm. Such chilly and relaxing holiday I have. I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing much to update. Because.. well, everything's just the same. I only went to the mall often, walked around and stuff. I can't wait to go watch movie though! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then. At least I wrote something.. heez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-6673533173321285035?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/6673533173321285035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=6673533173321285035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6673533173321285035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6673533173321285035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/09/mini-mini.html' title='Mini mini.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-1888285889823923142</id><published>2009-09-16T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:27:36.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G.l.a.d.</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Saatchi called this morning, 9am+, like so early. And obviously I was still sleeping! They just like calling me in the middle of my sleep eh.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. They called, and yes!! I got selected! Woo. It's such a relief to hear that, and I'm so glad I got the offer. I'm still wondering who's the other person that went for the interview at Saatchi.. But nevermind that. I got in, and that's better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, mum is making a big big big and huge fuss about it. Why? Because of the killer parking rate, food, working hours, other options to park my damn car.. who fetches me to work.. bla bla. She even asked to change my internship placement to another advertising agency. Whaaat? Mum, can you please chill? I'm the one where I should worry about all those you're worrying, but the thing is I haven't even make any sounds, but you wanna get so uptight about things that I'm gonna take care of. Sigh. She always tells me she wants me to be independent, but this is how she wants to help me to be independent? My goodness. She just wouldn't mean what she says, at times. Thank god dad can help me out on this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm just so glad I got nothing much to say, but thousands of thank you to those who've helped me out. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got things at their right places, I wanna continue shopping. I wanna make my holiday so fun before I start putting my all into my internship.. wish me luckss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-1888285889823923142?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/1888285889823923142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=1888285889823923142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1888285889823923142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1888285889823923142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/09/glad.html' title='G.l.a.d.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-1081106522352471479</id><published>2009-09-14T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:17:28.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossed.</title><content type='html'>Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just nervous right now. Minute by minute, my heart pumps faster. And my hands sweat more.. I'm nothing but nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview is at 3pm later. 3pm! Oh god. I really hope I can drive properly to the office later, and being able to speak with total calm voice without even a little shiver. Please God! Help calm me down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fingers crossed, toes too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok. So yes, I went for the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very nervous while I was on the way to the office, so nervous I couldn't sing along with the songs that the radio was playing.. damn. But well, eventually, I wasn't nervous when I got to the office and met up wit the interviewer. Weird but.. cool. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview was simple, and short. It lasted 20minutes only. She didn't fire a lot of questions, which I expected her to. She told me a lot more on what I'm supposed to do instead, that's IF they hire me. Oh well, like I mentioned, IF only. Bad thing is that she told me there's another student from my college, probably my classmate will be having interview there as well. So she has to interview that person, then only she'll get back to me, see if I got selected or not. By end of this week. Which also means, I have competition. Oh shit! I can't accept this men. I have no idea whether she gonna choose between the 2 of us, or she'll just take us anyhow. I'm so confused, and lost, and I keep guessing what's gonna happen! Shittt... No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that placement for my internship at Saatchi. God please help me! Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting. It seems so long. I can't help but keep feeling like calling her up right away and ask for the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go shopping, keep thinking about things that I wanna get. Hmm, I'm thinking a lot, now only I notice. I'm feeling all anxious again. Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-1081106522352471479?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/1081106522352471479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=1081106522352471479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1081106522352471479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1081106522352471479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/09/crossed.html' title='Crossed.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-939593650144071289</id><published>2009-09-12T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:21:54.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick pick!</title><content type='html'>Wooow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday already. As usual, time flies and keeps lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without having to realize it, my last paper is tomorrow - CCS, and my Saatchi interview is the day after exam, on Tuesday, specifically 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby brought me to Saatchi yesterday, just to let me get an idea how to get there. It's ok, quite easy to go, and not really far away from where I am. But the thing is, after the viewing, I do remember the way, but sort of forgotton certain roads.. as in, still not 100% sure. What the hell, damn useless. So, I'll have to beg baby to bring me there one more time later when I see him. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next, I really can't wait for holidays to come. Yes!! I wanna go watch movie, I wanna go walk around shopping malls, I wanna go buy things that I have in mind.. so and so. Wee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Gotta bounce. Seeing bee later. Talk to you later! Muaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-939593650144071289?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/939593650144071289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=939593650144071289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/939593650144071289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/939593650144071289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/09/quick-pick.html' title='Quick pick!'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-4107571666232557173</id><published>2009-09-09T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:13:30.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No title necessary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Sqh6cOC6loI/AAAAAAAAAzM/x-DSczyU4g4/s1600-h/Final+Destination+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Sqh6cOC6loI/AAAAAAAAAzM/x-DSczyU4g4/s320/Final+Destination+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379684380119307906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Pieces y'all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Yeap yeap, baby and I went to OU yesterday night to watch this particular movie. Thought of watching The Ugly Truth, mistaken it's out already but actually not yet, so we went for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I find it really crap. I find all the previous Final Destination are so much better...somehow. It's gross, and totally disgusting, but there're too much flesh and blood, therefore the storyline somehow doesn't exist. But well, ok &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ler&lt;/span&gt;, that's what Final Destination is all about. I did enjoyed watching it. Lol. And I like the fact that my heart will pump faster and my eyes will start squinting whenever there's a gross scene coming in, and you wouldn't know which part of the body of the characters will be chopped off the next minute. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Thursday today. I'm home. The whole day. Gotta revise AM notes again for tomorrow's exam.. good thing I memorize all already, again. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself but to keep thinking of going out. I have no idea why! I've always wanted to have a day free and just chill at home. But now that I get my day, I feel so bored and not used to staying at home. I guess I'm just too used with college life where I'll be out almost the whole day and everyday... I feel so booooorrreed! Help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-4107571666232557173?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/4107571666232557173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=4107571666232557173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4107571666232557173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4107571666232557173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-title-necessary.html' title='No title necessary?'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/Sqh6cOC6loI/AAAAAAAAAzM/x-DSczyU4g4/s72-c/Final+Destination+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-6076016614841468672</id><published>2009-09-09T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T02:30:08.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta feeling. On 09.09.09!</title><content type='html'>Finally, after waiting for so long, an agency that is Saatchi &amp;amp; Saatchi got back to me! Just this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agency called up, but my goodness, I was sleeping, therefore didn't get to answer the phone. Thank God Danny called me back, and kept calling to let me know that Saatchi tried calling me, and it was the missed call earlier! So yes, I called back and yes, they arranged an interview for me next Tuesday! Haha. I feel so happy and excited, finally I get an agency to ask me to go for interview for my internship. Well, I hope for nothing but the best, really hope Saatchi will take me in as an intern right after the interview.. It's really a good start, and I'm so glad I didn't let the chance to slip away. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat for IMC exam today. It was ok.. I don't know. I find myself crapping all the way. The only difference is that, all the questions are just not as direct anymore, it's like, nothing similar to what I've studied in my notes. As in, not straight to the point kind of thing. Nonetheless, it's still same old shit, where I have so much to write that I can break my hand anytime soon. Good thing I managed to finish all the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a movie with baby tonight, can't wait! Next paper is on Friday - AM. Totally prepared, will only have to re-read and re-memorize everything again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then. Oh, happy 09.09.09!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-6076016614841468672?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/6076016614841468672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=6076016614841468672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6076016614841468672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/6076016614841468672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/09/gotta-feeling.html' title='Gotta feeling. On 09.09.09!'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-1926577506171271669</id><published>2009-09-08T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:48:44.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxious, actually.</title><content type='html'>IMC exam is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally prepared. But somehow, for don't know what reason, I seem a little unsure... maybe a little nervous about whether I can do the exam tomorrow or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the meantime, I'm still worrying for my internship application. Will have to call the agencies up for follow up. Please give me a space to learn!! I pray hard to god. Hmm.. Please, please give me a spot for my upcoming internship. At least ask me to go for an interview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce. Gotta do the last round of revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rest In Pieces by Saliva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love this damn song. Nothing but awesome shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-1926577506171271669?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/1926577506171271669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=1926577506171271669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1926577506171271669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/1926577506171271669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/09/anxious-actually.html' title='Anxious, actually.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-8163840498265921433</id><published>2009-09-06T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:06:12.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "diva" comes back to town.</title><content type='html'>Hong is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to OU yesterday night to see him. Also a somewhat gathering. Only a few of us went - Hong, Man, Jo, Jas, J.Pin, Joyce, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Wong Kok for dinner. After that we were just walking around, what not. I feel so guilty and crappy though! Because I spent RM30 on nail polish itself. Bought 3 new colours, after deciding for very long. But hey, those 3 colours are awesome!! No regrets... but I know, I should be punished, that was really wasting money men. Sob sob. So torn in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By the way. Hong will be going back to Kampar this coming Tuesday. Sad! So fast he has to leave again. But well, it's not like he'll not come back. He will. Can't wait to hang out again.. hmm.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-8163840498265921433?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/8163840498265921433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=8163840498265921433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8163840498265921433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8163840498265921433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/09/diva-comes-back-to-town.html' title='The &quot;diva&quot; comes back to town.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-9090202574890474898</id><published>2009-09-03T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:14:31.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ching Ren De Yan Lei (in Mandarin)</title><content type='html'>I love Secret's Original Sountrack!! Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth I download it so late, when it's already out for so damn long? The soundtrack is just purely awesome. Nothing but awesome. All of the tracks touches my heart so so so deeply... hmm. It's seriously very nice to listen to. And every track actually makes me recall each and every scene of that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, argued with bee so so much. It was too much it stressed me out totally. Felt so trapped. But we made up just now, and I'm really glad that the black cloud on top of us is now gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm preparing for my exams next week. Revised 2 subjects already, left 1 more subject to go, and it's a really long subject. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zooming into my internship preparation. I applied 3 agencies, well.. still waiting for their replies, as in waiting for them to ask me to go for interview. They already replied, but then they only asked me for my resume, when I already sent to them! Argh. It's making me kind'a anxious already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ching ren de yan lei&lt;/span&gt;_Secret OST*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-9090202574890474898?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/9090202574890474898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=9090202574890474898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/9090202574890474898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/9090202574890474898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/09/ching-ren-de-yan-lei-in-mandarin.html' title='Ching Ren De Yan Lei (in Mandarin)'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-8994356233222548878</id><published>2009-09-01T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:19:07.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>01.</title><content type='html'>I'm done with the last group presentation. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing much to say, just that I'm really happy, and really having the somewhat holiday mood. Lol. Why somewhat? Hmm. That's because exams are right on the way. I gotta get myself revising already! Like, tomorrow I've to start. And of course, try my best to come up with good stuff for my last individual assignment due next next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out right now. At bee's place. Was watching him playing basketball in ss2... so after that, I'm here to chill for awhile. Class at 3pm tomorrow. The last class! Glad that it's only tutorial, one half hours. Can't wait for tomorrow's class to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-8994356233222548878?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/8994356233222548878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=8994356233222548878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8994356233222548878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/8994356233222548878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/09/01.html' title='01.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-9196145919096806788</id><published>2009-08-29T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:35:57.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rojak.</title><content type='html'>It's Merdeka tomorrow. What's gonna be up tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will go out with baby probably. But no idea where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the meantime, I'm really worried for Tuesday's CEP presentation. Really hope things will go just fine, as we're not having meeting until Tuesday morning itself. And well, the slides is not with me. I haven't got the chance to check it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, lecturer is replying my mails consistently, which I think is really good and I feel REALLY thankful. I give myself a pat on the shoulder as I'm currently quite happy with my work process. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for the 2 advertising agencies to reply my mail, regarding my internship stuff. Damn, I just need their contacts, why do they have to take so long to reply me?! Arrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are on the way. Like, next week? Oh god. It's not the exam I'm afraid of, it's the revision process I don't wanna go through. I can't stand myself locking inside my room and look at those notes, most exhausting thing is the memorizing part. Sobz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to get out of house at 2pm, but bee got plans last minute with his family. So yea, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-9196145919096806788?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/9196145919096806788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=9196145919096806788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/9196145919096806788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/9196145919096806788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/08/rojak.html' title='Rojak.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-4872245297480434265</id><published>2009-08-27T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:22:01.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the fucking innocent one.</title><content type='html'>Why does it have to be so unfair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you that you're upset about. Why do you have to direct what you're upset about to me? As if it's my fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already apologized. Infact, I was just making some jokes, but still I apologized. Then you have to treat me that way, saying such words to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even hugged you, hold you tight to me and tell you everything will be fine. But.. that is all I got from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so deep. It hurts like hell ok. Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you tell me you have no feelings, you're made of robot, and that you're sorry. Please, such apology? Unacceptable, unreasonable, and totally insincere. You can't see the clearer picture, can you? You're always thinking about your own feelings, but not mine as well, is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-4872245297480434265?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/4872245297480434265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=4872245297480434265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4872245297480434265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4872245297480434265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-fucking-innocent-one.html' title='I&apos;m the fucking innocent one.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-4821771946348498666</id><published>2009-08-26T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:13:28.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday and today.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday (25.08.09) was our 1 year 3 months. Yohoo! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just like any other typical weekday. And it was even worst that I still had to go to college for some hectic group meeting, and to attend the internship briefing. Gosh. But! Baby made the day so nice when he called me up in the middle of my meeting to see if I was free, so he could have lunch with me. It was around 2pm, baby went over to my college from work to meet me up for lunch. He spent me Wendy's!! Yummy. Yesterday's lunch at Wendy's was the nicest meal I've ever eaten in college. Seriously! I had been eating Cold Storage food men.. just to save my spendings. Plus, the meal was the most delicious is also because baby was there with me. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SpUy05LwgTI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Zl_1INKuVdU/s1600-h/DSC08703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SpUy05LwgTI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Zl_1INKuVdU/s320/DSC08703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374257614621278514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Wendy's. Muaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. What's with today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Basically, just went to college, had the final IMC meeting, and went for the presentation. It wasn't that good... sigh. Was really sad after the presentation, don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after presentation, it was CCS class. Lecturer told us we'll have to take a test, but then she ended up just giving us the questions and telling us some exam tips. Got no test. Good thing, but wasted my time studying last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a long day. I feel so tired going here and there, doing this and that. Now that I've finished IMC assignment, I still have to get myself going for even more things. Firstly, prepare stuffs for one more presentation for CEP. Secondly, work my ass off for another new assignment given today, and it's coming to the end of semester already. What the hell. Thirdly, I already got the intern brief, I'll have to complete my resume, do some research on some agencies and finalize the agency I'll be going to soon with my college's manager. And lastly, do revision for my exams. Of all these, I really don't have much time. It all comes together, and I've to do all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-4821771946348498666?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/4821771946348498666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=4821771946348498666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4821771946348498666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4821771946348498666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterday-and-today.html' title='Yesterday and today.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/SpUy05LwgTI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Zl_1INKuVdU/s72-c/DSC08703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-651679236564970076</id><published>2009-08-24T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T05:52:15.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The doomed side.</title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, having some problems dealing with certain issues while doing group work. And I don't even know exactly what is the problem.. many questions to ponder. The duedate is this Wednesday, and today is already Monday. Oh my god... hope everything will be pulled back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I feel so damn sick. Thanks to my fucking ulcer. So big, and the depth of the hole has to be so damn deep it hurts me like hell. I can't even smile! What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, mom has to nag me just about everything. Last time when I talk back, she has to say I got no manners, this and that. Now that she say something, I keep myself quiet all the way and letting her say all she wants to say, she has to say I'm ignoring her, when I'm actually listening. And the worst thing is that, she has to nag me for things that doesn't even matter! Like, for example, I was scooping some dessert off the pot, and just because I didn't scoop it all clean, she nagged me. I just feel like I have to drop my jaws men.. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is baby and my day. Our 1 year and 3 months together... Well, we can't do much, he can only come over to my place as he has to work. I have things to do in college as well. So sad! Sob. Can't wait though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-651679236564970076?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/651679236564970076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=651679236564970076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/651679236564970076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/651679236564970076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/08/doomed-side.html' title='The doomed side.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-4163485266517411049</id><published>2009-08-19T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:26:13.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Painting my nails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have class today. Feels different, because it's been so long I didn't have break in weekdays like this. Have been busy with college stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing much to blog about. Just dropping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there's one. My CEP self-promo pack... I just collected it back last few days. And I got a C for my grade. Great. What to do? I can't do anything but to accept the fact that I got a C for it. Thanks to her, where she has such high, I mean super duper high expectations out of us. "In my eyes, all of you all fail." Oh my god, that's exactly what she said to us, right from her mouth with her stupid British accent! Totally a spirit-breaker men. Of all of us, only 3 of them got B, others are all Cs and Ds. I'm very very grateful I didn't get a D though. Phew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it's over. And I'm happy. My comments behind it is not too bad.. just a little improvement required, as according to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-4163485266517411049?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/4163485266517411049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=4163485266517411049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4163485266517411049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4163485266517411049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-thursday.html' title='One Thursday.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-4229451326482065316</id><published>2009-08-16T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:40:52.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SofA00g0MsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/ESSHXF-jkLA/s1600-h/IMG_2018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SofA00g0MsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/ESSHXF-jkLA/s320/IMG_2018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370473094344618690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SofAG3edw-I/AAAAAAAAAy0/r8twzTKlBDM/s1600-h/IMG_2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/SofAG3edw-I/AAAAAAAAAy0/r8twzTKlBDM/s320/IMG_2012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370472304866083810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Soe_53BSa2I/AAAAAAAAAys/qYHQUZCl0n8/s1600-h/IMG_2014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Soe_53BSa2I/AAAAAAAAAys/qYHQUZCl0n8/s320/IMG_2014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370472081405406050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Total camwhore. Lol. Too excited to go out shopping with baby.. while waiting for him to pick me, I camwhored a little with my brand new hair. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, went to OU with baby. Finally got the shoes that I wanted! But not in black, white colour instead, as I couldn't find a black pair of pumps. But the one I bought is good enough, and it makes me happy.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, we went to the mamak to meet up with my family for dinner. After eating, baby and I made a trip down to KL Capsquare together with some friends to check out jie's magazine launch - TIS Street Paper Soft Launch. Was so happy that parents let me out so late, hehe. The launching was fine.. But I do realize there are quite a lot of talents in Malaysia that people are not discovering. And from that launch, I found myself liking a Malaysian band called "Oh Chentaku". This band is the best! Nice music and songs, good vocals. But unfortunately, I didn't take any pictures of the place and the stage performances... but I did brought my camera. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was cool... we went upstairs for seats. Baby's parents were there also. Had beer... pretty chilling. Pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Soe_q6BFmDI/AAAAAAAAAyk/vlfKDwZuT3s/s1600-h/16082009053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Soe_q6BFmDI/AAAAAAAAAyk/vlfKDwZuT3s/s320/16082009053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370471824511834162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby's buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Soe-7Zc9vQI/AAAAAAAAAyc/fvb3fzMbdQo/s1600-h/16082009055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wARPSLgeIrg/Soe-7Zc9vQI/AAAAAAAAAyc/fvb3fzMbdQo/s320/16082009055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370471008316538114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby and I. Plus Adrian at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the launch, we left for pool. But didn't make it because we thought of catching a movie. But still, we didn't make it because the cinema was closed. So we went to the mamak for a drink instead. Was so damn tired and sleepy! Thought I can fall asleep just about anytime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home about 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in baby's room, alone. Why? Because baby has to go to see his client, like, a last minute thing. I'll just have to wait for him to come back. I don't know why, but this feels like, I'm baby's wife already. He's off to work, and I'm doing things at home, waiting for him to come back home. Hahah.. ish, what am I talking about men. Ciao for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-4229451326482065316?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/4229451326482065316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=4229451326482065316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4229451326482065316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/4229451326482065316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend.html' title='Weekend.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</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/_wARPSLgeIrg/SofA00g0MsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/ESSHXF-jkLA/s72-c/IMG_2018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902.post-225347074715872076</id><published>2009-08-14T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:40:19.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start new.</title><content type='html'>Went to Yippee Cup with Mandy and Joanna and Anna earlier to have a drink... Played Jenga, Snap.. laugh over stupid things, talk.. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my hair cut today. And I'm happy with it. Lol. But before I actually go to the saloon, I was in dilemma for so damn long men.. I just couldn't decide whether to cut or not. I mean, I wanted to cut my fringe like, short, and it actually covers my eyes. That kind of hairstyle. And was also afraid that the outcome would be so bad and ugly. But because... I've been into really deep shit and confusion just in these 3 days... I feel like I need to refesh myself, seriously. I wanna make myself look new, and start fresh. So I decided to not think so much and just went for the haircut. And the outcome is good! Only if I can dye my hair really brown... but got no money to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thrown it away already. Also throwing my new developed habit... for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything starts new again. Right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5453751047374085902-225347074715872076?l=colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/feeds/225347074715872076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5453751047374085902&amp;postID=225347074715872076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/225347074715872076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5453751047374085902/posts/default/225347074715872076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colourfullifeofkarmens.blogspot.com/2009/08/start-new.html' title='Start new.'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
