<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5453751047374085902</id><updated>2009-12-07T18:18:01.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors represent mood - My mood.</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?orderby=updated'/><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=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Karmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997464794639600129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15652947231092643674'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>